i don't really remember where i was and who i was with, but this man came up to me and we started talking. apparently it was about something i was interested in, probably photography or career-related, because he asked me to look him up and i wrote his name on a piece of yellow paper which looked like a receipt. his name was Jerry Molina.

after that, i was with a friend, and we met a couple of guys. i got along well with one of them. i don't know where we were, but we were sitting on a red couch-- i was touching the fabric. again, i don't remember what we were talking about exactly, but he mentioned his father's name, and it was Jerry Molina. i said i met his father earlier that day and showed him the yellow paper.

end of dream.