I'm in a recording studio with S. He asks who T. is. She sings in the band with R. and me now. I say she's an acquaintance. S. tries to close the studio door so that nobody can get in but he locks the lock before the door closes. I try to close the door properly but the others are already opening it. F. is standing in a field. I greet him. We talk about our performance at the Panama Canal. Then I'm with my two daughters. They wake up. I say that N. has already fed the dog, although it's not true. My brother's dog continues to sleep. I ask what time it is. C. tells me the date so that I can name the audio file. I confuse 1900 with 2000.