Driving in a car. Pretty drive. Hills. In a hurry. A man flies by in a car. Another guy coming toward me turns around and goes my direction. I wondered what was going on. I saw blue lights up ahead. A pile of graduation programs in the median. Police officers were watching people come grab them. I parked in a parking lot in a downtown area with other people and walked. A woman was walking with me and others following. Everyone was in a hurry and began running. I felt like others thought I was holding them back, but it was her holding everyone back: Once we get to where the sidewalk opened up there was room for the others to go around me. A guy next to me was walking same speed. It looked like we were at a university. He said “take it all in” to me. I always tried to get there early for things but never actually did. I couldn’t appreciate the moment for that reason.
In the pavilion was a BBQ place named LilNicky’s (my high school email) where black guys were playing cards on screens and it was being shown on tv. The tv showed what their hands were. One guy was playing and drawing out what the others have. Others thought he was predicting what the others had. He drew the picture of the cards rather than the numbers. Number 3 and 8.