We were at a party in Cholula, we were visiting "la casa del mal" with Uriel, Juanelo, and two female friends, one blonde and the other brunette. I had more or less settled on sex with the brunette, though she was not very pretty. She had been a party girl and hadn't aged well. We went to the house, and I wanted to make a stop at the pharmacy to get some Cialis, but there was not much time. When we arrived he place was a dump, just like it was in the old days. I was feeling anxious and disgusted.
When we went up the stairs a huge black cockroach tried to climb up my leg. I shook it away and went up. The layout of the house was changed; my room was no longer there, it had been integrated to a contiguous house and there was a meter of separation between my old house and the new. Juanelo started smoking pot, and I felt no desire of asking him to share, for I blamed it for his lack of purpose in life. There were probably five or six people living there in bunk beds. The brunette mentioned that she would be living in Puerto Vallarta, and I felt no inclination to chat her up about it.
I proposed to get to my home, as things were going pretty boring. When I went downstairs the brunette was changing clothes in public, a skimpy white outfit with a miniskirt. At some point I saw her entirely naked, she had a great body. I entered a white car that was choke full of people whom I didn't know and I no longer felt like having sex with the brunette, as she had probably fucked everybody in the car, 'even those in the trunk' I thought. Yet, I felt envious and felt desires to get drunk in order to overcome my prudishness.
It had been a week since I had been to my (non-existent) house in Cholula so I got confused, I couldn't remember where it was. The people who were accompanying us (Juanelo and strangers) all disappeared one by one. In the end we were driving around the pyramid this the driver and me. He was concerned that everybody at the party had been bored. We went on a dirt track and the car became a convertible. We raced beside the pyramid and the car skid dangerously. In the drift the car slowed down enough that we were able to spot a small plant of weed, "look", he said, "we struck gold", and I told him he was drunk imagining things, "keep on driving", I said, though I knew the plant was indeed marihuana. Finally the guy parked at the driveway of my home. I knew it was the wrong place, but I was relieved of making it out alive. I was anxious that I wouldn't be able to find my house again, until I made an effort of imagining my house and I realized I lived in DF, not in Cholula.
I then woke up in a stupor.