Emnition

With Sil
I'm driving my motor with my friend Sil on the back. At some point we switch and she is driving. There is some weirdness going on for a moment, where there are suddenly two motorbikes and I am making a switch from one where I'm solo to getting on the back of the one she is driving. I think for a moment what to do with the discarded motorbike and then decide that it's all good. In my mind it's suddenly all solved. There's also something about the helmets. There's only 1? I don't know. We pull over at an Indomaret. I think it's already dark out. I park in the back and we walk past some friends, without talking to them. They've all got a junkie look on them. Wearing hoodies and pacing about in the dark area of the terrain.

Next thing Sil and I are at a Mexican looking restaurant. We sit down at a table. The floor is made of sand, which gives a nice vibe. Sil asks me to send a message to our whatsapp to let our friends know where the party is going to be at tonight. I remember the lady from the restaurant coming over to tell me the name of the restaurant. It's 4 words, in Indonesian. All I can remember is the last word, "Minyak" --> Oil. She calls me 'pinter' --> smart, for immediately figuring out how to spell it. I take a long time to craft the perfect message to the group, cause I want to make a joke. A few tables down is our friend Steve, who spots us. He joins us, sitting to my right side. For some reason I turn my head at one point, apparently hitting him in the face with my dreads. He complains about it. I let my hair down so it doesn't happen again. Sil asks what happened and I explain it to her.

Gas foot
I'm sitting at a table in a tiny restaurant. The setting is Indonesian. I'm with 5 others I think. I'm at one end of the table, at the other end is a guy who is apparently my friend. To my left is a girl. I'm not entirely sure, but I get the impression that it's my friend Fay. The others I can't recall. At another table is a guy, who seems a bit shady. He is Indonesian. We get to talking, though I don't remember whether it is in Dutch, English or Indonesian. It's about our ethnicity. I think he's not talking in Indonesian, cause he figures that most of us are half-half and don't speak it. I wonder what he thinks of me, considering that I'm not Indonesian. At some point he has a needle aimed at the base of his foot. It seems like he's going to shoot up. I can't look at this. To my left is my little brother. I don't want him to see this, as I don't want him to get any ideas. The guy takes a long time to do it, cause he's doubting himself as well. The needle is huge in its circumference. It turns out that he's not shooting up. He's doing it to let out gas from his body. The gas is the result of... don't remember.