I am at home. A group of people come to visit us uninvited. I think it's a bit unappropriate and say to C. that I'm going out to buy beer and chips. She says it's almost 8.00 pm and I shouldn't buy so much as we're going out for dinner. I wonder which restaurant has room for such a large group. I drink a Becks beer and show it to someone, my brother, by pointing at the beer and my shoes. I am drinking again. I walk out behind a black fabric wall. There I take a side path as a shortcut and then I slide down a steep slope. I'm fast. I catch a bus with others. We want to go to a sporting event. I don't have a ticket, I'm holding ropes in my hands which I show the driver. I need a ticket for entry to the Max Schmeling Hall and the return journey. There is a match on a stage. Two weights have to be added: 6.5 and 8.5. I ask for a pen to write them down because I can't remember the numbers. Or was it .6? I go down a flight of stairs with a group. There are two black plastic pieces lying there that probably belong to a hairdryer. Nobody claims the parts. Is the person uncomfortable admitting that they use a hairdryer? Someone holds them up and I say the extra weights of 8.5 and 6.5. I go backstage to the top and can see the auditorium from there. It stinks of beer and is cold. I go to the back to close the windows. We wait for the show to start. But then people start to leave. I lean out of the window. Something is in my mouth. Bird poo? I ask what's going on. Apparently we're all going to the king. I suppose he's inviting us to perform the play for him so he can see how the people live and work.