Glieuaeiel's DJ

Más Despacio (7:06)

I'm sitting at a bar near an adult I've recently met when, on a whim, I say something to him in Spanish. Hardly missing a beat, the man responds in kind. It's clear he's more fluent than I am, and I'm worried this may have been a mistake. Nevertheless, I reply. He says something so fast that I actually have no idea what it was. After internally struggling with myself for a second, I reply, "Más despacio, por favor." He repeats himself a bit slower, but I still don't catch it. I say so, but I tell him not to worry about repeating it again, because maybe it was a mistake to try this. He insists, though, and this time I understand that he was saying that his wife knows about as much Spanish as I do.

Animation Studio (7:06)

I'm with a group of students roughly my own age, some a bit younger. We're exploring some kind of museum, or maybe it's an animation studio. In some of the exhibits, there's a trailer playing for some new animated movie, and I make it a goal to see all of the trailers before leaving. One of the rooms has an unusual second floor, almost like a system of catwalks, except in the same architectural style as the room below, which involves a lot of white. On the lower floor, most of the group is reenacting a scene that involves moving in slow motion. I'm participating, but I still wander up a staircase to the second floor. I find a section of floor that's transparent glass--there aren't even any reflections on it, so it looks like it's not there--and it turns out that the rest of the group is right underneath me. I wonder if they notice me apparently walking around on air above them. Then I go back and find a staircase in the corner of a room--it's so narrow that you have to squeeze through feet-first like you're spelunking--and I return to the first floor. In slow motion, I walk back into the group of students. I pass a blond girl whose current pose shows a bit of crack above her pant line, but when I look a second time, there's not even any midriff showing.

Later, I walk into a room, looking for someone to talk to. Indeed, there's a girl in here whom I know from high school, but the first thing she does is shoot a Nerf gun at me. Then another guy jumps out from behind some chairs, and they start having a Nerf gun battle. So much for talking. There's a trailer playing in this room, and I think it's the only one I haven't seen yet. So that's good, at least.