I'm with C. watching old movies where I play my folk guitar and sing along. It's not bad.

There's a wall in front of me. I climb up a ladder. It is painted and pasted over identically to another wall. Two street lamps are attached to it. I balance free-standing on the ladder until I slide down holding a sign as a sail in my hands. I go into a store to look for stick-on numbers for the wall. I have to pee, but there's a woman standing in front of the urinals in the aisles. S. has found the numbers and points me in the direction. I find two types of metal cups that would fit well.