There aren't any accessible laundromats in the greater Brattleboro area, they are all either closed or the washers and driers are all broken. Even the one in the 7-11 which is some kind of automated old-school affair whereby the dirty clothes are put through a series of wringers and dunkers. This is irksome because I have a large, heavy bag of dirty laundry. I am supposed to meet G in town in a couple of hours. I finally stumble upon the campus center of some unnamed university and find a functioning version of the old-school washer like from 7-11. There is a Dork, however, who is using the equipment, and moving quite slowly. I try to explain to the Dork that I have to meet someone in town very soon and I need to do my laundry, so could I please have a turn at the machine. Drunk with power, and perhaps bitter that he has no appointments of his own, the Dork will not grant me egress to the machine. I decide it is a lost cause and will walk into town to meet G (I am already an hour late). On the way into town, dragging the bag of laundry behind me, I encounter a nude one-armed man who has no face and a pair of sewn-on buttons in the place where his eyes should be and also his nipples. I try to communicate to him, but he seems oblivious.

I reach the family theme-dining restaurant where I am supposed to be meeting G. I find her table where she is seated with a bunch of people I don't recognize. She's wearing some kind of shiny red plastic stockings and sitting in the lap of a morbidly obese man. She seems irked that I am an hour late, and apparently takes her revenge by making out periodically with the morbidly obese man. End of dream.