House Party

My wife and I woke up in the dark. I asked her for the time, and she responded "1:71". I told her that it was impossible, and my watch illuminated 3:30. I was frustrated because we both thought it was time to get up, but it was still dark.

So we got up, and hundreds of people are out our house, being messy, walking in and out, and waiting for us to host them.

It was shocking.

99% of the people were strangers. I was under the impression these people were co-workers, former high school classmates, and neighbors.

I did recognize Ramalani, who spoke like Abas. He was wearing a yellow and turquoise Speedo and bathrobe. He was acting like a gay Cuban, and every out of character.

A former Boyd Anderson high school classmate named Anne Martin made fun of my bald head. I felt exposed with my clothes in the living room.

Belle and I made our way into a room and was Tashman Technologies' CEO in a plexi-glass cage, a la Hannibal Lecter. CEO was enraged because he was "locked up like an animal". I observed and assured him that he was safe.

More strangers came in, and Belle and I were trying to figure out how to entertain them. A giant auditorium appeared in our house. We sat next to each other, trying to sleep, with pillows and blankets. Then she walked away to help someone. An old Latin couple were using her pillow and blanket when I came back (even though I had never left). I was too shy to tell them it wasn't theirs.

Everyone felt entitled to our home and the party. No one knew that I was supposed to be the leader. So I sat back and listened and observed. One man, a craigslister, said that he didn't like the music being played for intermission on the movie screen. Another white dude said that he was getting antsy, and he had read about this party on the Internet. I wanted them OUT and thought of ways to get them out.

I felt helpless without control, and distressed that I was unable to entertain the guests or to get them OUT.