I'm arriving with R. (R. M., from school) in this ranch/farm/something like that. Apparently, some friends of ours have gathered here to have some fun. Still, things looked strange when we arrived. Sure, the place was huge, with many houses and a lot of space. But it looked deserted! R. was skeptical. He'd keep repeating things like "Eeer... is this the place? I think we got it wrong...". We were riding on horses (I haven't ridden on a horse in 8-10 years), and I could see he had a point: the houses were really simple, or were in a pretty bad shape. The dusty paths didn't help much the look, and we couldn't see or hear any animal or person, other than a bizarre, weak-looking black horse that passed us. I felt a little sorry for it. He looked so weak.

Still, we rode on up a path on a small hill overlooking part of the farm. On the path, to our left was a treeline and the farm itself, several feet down. To our right was a high part of the hill/mountain, as well as what looked at first like some kind of metal fence. We rode through the path as it leveled, and things weren't looking good again. There were several electrical wires crossing the path. R. gave me the heads up and I tilted my head to the left to avoid getting hit. Strangely, my horse (I believe it was black, too) also tilted his head to the side to avoid them as well (there were some really low wires). I also feel proud of myself - I'm riding quite well! We hear people calling us to our right. We both turn and see that the fence from before was actually some kind of elevated path on the side of the hill. We approach it with our horses and climb on them using the chain links, leaving the rides down there (a little perspective change here - the path was way too high to be simply climbed on that easily).

I somehow throw myself over the side of the fence, landing on an elevated platform. A quick glance around shows me there is actually a huge system of wooden elevated corridors, sided with fences, supposedly for climbing. I'm surprised: I knew some friends would be here, but I meet both people I've met in school and friends from college. G. was here (college), T., C., B., R. (female, short), (from school) were here... I greet them, as well as some guys I didn't know, but seemed to be friends with R. M. I talk briefly with everyone, then M. (M. R., female, short) walks over and we start to talk. I sit down and she sits by me, but puts her legs over my lap and holds my hand. Sure, I like it, but I'm a little freaked out - M.'s got a boyfriend, and I knew she normally wouldn't mess around with it. I wondered if they broke up.

"Say, Rodrigo...", she starts, looking into my eyes. "Why didn't you ever tell me you were a bi?" I stared at her in disbelief "Say what?" Eer.. WHAT? You serious?" (Nothing against bisexuals or homosexuals, :D but it's just not my thing). My reaction was a little exaggerated and even stupid. For a second I figured she'd get away, but she continued to explain calmly. "I was checking out your Facebook page..." as she says it, I have a mental image of what is written there. It's something along the lines of "I kiss anything that comes near, it doesn't matter the gender", but in a more humorous way. "No, I'm not a bi." I explain her I had never written anything like that, and didn't know how it got there, but theorized that she probably got the wrong person at facebook. She suddenly looks disappointed and lets go of my hand.

I'm disappointed at her too, now, so I hold her hand again and look into her eyes. "So you lose interest if I'm not a bi?" She looks embarrassed. Things then changed quickly after this. Moments later I stood up and opened a door that was apparently floating on an empty space. I enter it and find myself at work. Things have changed a lot here: part of the office has a new layout, and there are new people working around here. Everything is noisy and confusing. I walk up to my bosses' room and find a new woman (who supposedly worked with media) pacing the room nervously, speaking on a phone. She's talking out loud, apparently to me as well. "In this kind of work we have to be productive! We have to work fast!" As she says it, I see there's another woman who looks just like her, except she's wearing a tailleur. I notice that actually it IS her, as she somehow duplicated herself. Both versions are working on the tables my bosses work. In front of R.'s table, though, instead of a printer was a door on the wall leading to another room (a bathroom?) where another new girl was.

Things get even more noisy and confusing. Two men appear, and seem to be arguing. One of them throws a small spiky object on the other's face. It hits him and explodes, making his face suddenly change. One of his eyes gets horribly deformed, his hair is mostly gone and the expression on his face has changed... I suddenly recognize him as Mikhail, from Lost. "So THAT's what happened to him", I think to myself.