tying up wires

I was going to this white building. It was recently vacated and not in the best condition and not that nice of a design. I was kind of excited it was free and was going to be mine. It was open and I could see the potential in it. I was upstairs and there were patio doors that went out onto a deck that was covered in artificial turf. The room was large and empty and had lots of light. I thought, once redone, it would make a nice yoga studio. I could rent it out to an instructor and see how it went. I started going down the stairs and there were two fbi agents or cops there to ask questions. The man that had owned it before or used it did something bad there. There was a radio on the stairs that might have information linked to it and they were asking about it.

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I was at a high school reunion. I recognized some of the people there (WF, HP and AH). My dad and step mom were there too. Some of the guys were sitting a table over from me. It was nice to see them, but I didn't go over to them and say hello. I wanted to leave. I didn't feel comfortable and wasn't prepared to be there. One of the guys came to sit at my table hoping I would say hi (WF). I told my dad I wanted to leave, and so he asked me to help pack up his music equipment. He has always been particular about how his stuff is put away and so I asked about these two sets of wires and if I was doing it right. He said .... does it look like you are doing it right? half annoyed. My step mom was announcing something on stage and holding a baby. I just wanted to hurry up and leave.