Finding myself alone outside a palatial and modern house on top of a mountain in rural Canada (because my phone’s GPS showed me so). There is another phone on a ledge near me which leads me to believe that I am expected here. I feel like a spy anyway and enter the house. The people who own the house (?) are getting ready for a party (I see them in a closet?), and don’t notice me. I walk through the house and find very few clues about who lives there or what’s going on.
Eventually, I find a place to stop, but I don’t know why.
There are some very young women here. And tables and chairs. At some point, more people show up. Sporadically. Rich white people. It is a party. A party weekend and a small group of people (me, the young women, a female friend from Germany, other people I know and don’t) are being initiated into some kind of group, but what? Old people with big white fake smiles congratulate me, start to form a receiving line but break it up immediately. I shake lots of hands, but never learn any names.
There are children wearing chess piece masks. Have I seen pictures of them in the house? (Somewhere in the house is a giant room filled with giant toys all looking out giant windows which I saw from the mountaintop before entering the house as a spy.)
I find a sheaf of photos of the two young women. These photos are from magazines and have been creatively cut. Are the women porn actresses or just models? RDH shows up. We try to find a place to sit and eat, but there’s nothing available/workable despite the fact that all the tables are empty.
