I was walking around a large house that belonged to a guys who had died. He was very famous, but I dont know who he was.
We ended up in his attic , and I was amazed at the intricacies of the architecture. There were all kinds of things going on.
I recall an area in the middle of the tresses that had an old chair and lots of Christmas cassette tapes.
Remember something about sex with the lady who was with me and telling her not to pee on me this time.