Was in a city and booked in a hotel called the Woodward. High end place. Left to go downstairs to the pool. It was underground in a mall. Luxurious. Swam for a while watching CNN on a large flat screen on the wall. Got out. Could not for the life of me remember where the hotel was. Wandering around the mall. remembered it was the woodward, but couldn't remember how to get back. Didn't even have my key. Wandered into another upscale hotel lobby. Met my dad at reception. He had booked me there but I told him I was already at the Woodward. We went back into the mall, to find the hotel. Met **** Zimmer and his two sons, Carl and Ben. exchanged pleasantries.
I was in a rented car driving a girl to a place she needed to go. It was out of my way. The journey had several stages. best i could describe it, it stage became poorer and less refined. Both in looks, and in personalities. I dropped her off in a rural parking lot. That was a far as I went. Turned back around. went back through several gates/stages. One stage was a group house (ski lodge?) Kyle was there. I was talkign about havign him come play a game of ice hockey with me. He didn't want to out of fear of getting hurt. I told him that was not what he should be afraid of. I feared skating badly.
Went up another stage. Was in a home, sitting in a rocking chair. Bob Dylan's "High Water" was playing. Two men came in they were important. I told them we were closing up. I followed them in to the PRT Governance trailer. They started talking about some Anbar issues. I told them that I was the Governance Section head and to let me know if they had any questions. More as a tactic to assert my prerogatives than anything else.