It was something to do with work. I had to deal with this guy and he was repulsive for some reason. I don't remember exactly why, I was trying to avoid him, he was associated with something dirty, grimey, or polluted.
I had more contact with the guy, something about recycled waste. Also something about a pool of waste next to some sort of athletic facility. I was following him around or investigating him. I don't remember why.
In a strange way, I think the guy looked a little like me. But he was different. It was hard to communicate with him. I think I warmed up to him at some point. I saw a value in what he was doing. Then he showed me something he considered important. He picked a vacuum cleaner up and started sucking an orange pink fluid from a nozzle at the bottom. This didn't make any sense, but I wasn't going to suck the liquid, whatever it was.
Later, much later, I watched him lead a rag tag group of dancers. I knew at some levelthey were all misfits. But I wanted to be with them, I wanted to be a part of this tribe. I don't remember what happened after that.
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