Olie Kecker Sells His Car  I'm in a house full of people, upstairs. There is a conflict between my sister Heather and her friends, and another group of people. Heather urges me to stand up for her. I acknowledge to everyone that I am siding with Heather's group, because it is the right thing to do: their group was being wronged. Heather wants me to hold hands with the group and make a demonstration, but I won't. Later, I get angry with Heather for being stupid and irrational. I leave. Eventually she comes out too. I am putting my shoes on on the steps.  I am with my friends Niles and Tim Zelling and Hilary Nano. We're in the Washington D.C. area at an office building. It is nighttime. I urinate outside. I get sidetracked dealing with my sister Heather, and the others leave without me. I have my truck. Heather and I are going to have to drive back to Montana. I am driving my truck, just to get to a place to stay for the night, so we can leave in the morning. The engine makes a peculiar noise. I hope we make it back okay. I see my basketball teammate Olie Kecker. It is daytime. He is driving away in my truck. I jump in the bed of the truck and go up towards the passenger side window of the truck. I ask Olie, "What happened to your car?" He says that he sold it. He is driving in the middle of the street. Olie and I are then in a motel. Our room is completely furnished, like a house, with food, accessories, etc. I tell Olie we're leaving 5:00 or 6:00 am, and that he'd better be ready for the drive home.