It was 1 or 2 in the morning but it wasn't very dark. I was walking home with two people. I think I just met them in some club and they invited me to go with them. I didn't know them and I didn't know where we were going. But I thought, What the hell, I've nothing better to do anyway.   

And then we were in a dimly lit locker room/bathroom. There were two, maybe three rows of shower stalls with dark orange doors. One of the people I was walking with was in a corner stall; all the other stalls were empty. I was waiting for him to finish so I could shower too but he just stood there, staring at the wall with a towel wrapped around his waist, so I left him and went to the restaurant. The locker room/bathroom was at the back this restaurant, near the kitchen. The restaurant was also a club. It was dark enough and there was a dj but no one was dancing. It was a Normal club. It wasn't crowded; it was rather empty in fact. There were scattered groups of people sitting in chairs around small tables, talking.   

Then a good song came on and I started dancing but I was awkward and clumsy. There wasn't a proper dancefloor, just the space between the tables. I was wearing  a black vest and a white shirt, maybe a poet's shirt, and I looked and felt awful.   

Another person  also started dancing in his own corner.   

Then in the middle of the song they abruptly turned the lights on halfway up to look for something that an employee's child had lost on the floor-- and we stopped dancing. Then the lights dimmed and we resumed dancing... but then they came back on again, this time all the way up, and the music completely stopped. People were squinting in the light, embarrassed to have to look at one another in such bright light. We tried to keep our eyes on the floor.    
                          
I was debating whether or not to stay and resume dancing if and when the music came back on and the lights dimmed again, but the interruptions had annoyed me too much. And I realized that it was already 4 or 5 in the morning. It was beginning to get light outside. Everyone decided to go home. I heard a girl say something about not wanting to go home by herself.   

I left via a side door. People passed me by in their cars as I walked out of the parking lot.   

I was walking up a curving road. It wasn't in the country but everything looked green and healthy. I happened to look to my left and saw that it was a cemetery. I could see tombstones, crosses and statues, all gray and weathered and very pretty against the green of the grass. Then I heard children's voices. They were singing the chorus of a song that could've been from a  musical. I thought that maybe there was a funeral.   
                           
Farther up the road where it was no longer so green (and it looked distinctly urban in fact) I saw cars parked inside the cemetery and just outside of the gate, and I knew I was right about the funeral.    
                           
I crossed the street which was now two or three lanes wide in each direction. It looked very much like the intersection of Lindbrook and [x] in West wood/UCLA. There was a blue mailbox in the median, the kind normally found on sidewalks, and I almost got hit by the postman's truck that tore out of the bushes and scooped it up. Apparently that was how postmen collected the mail: they drove small trucks that would lift the whole mailbox much like garbage trucks lifting dumpsters. The "truck" was much too low and I caught a glimpse of the man  behind the wheel inside its glass bubble. It looked like he was having a  little problem with controlling the vehicle which jumped from the median to the street, jerking in and out of two lanes like a remote control toy or a moon buggy before finding its balance.    

I continued crossing the street to wait at the bus stop with other people.