I was walking in a petroleum 
industrial zone. I pick up some
object on the ground. It has some
electronic component, a lot of
capacitor on one of the board. 
I wonder why it need so much power
all at once. There are white domes
on the other side of the board. 

I think I should keep it as it's
a cool electronic. But then it bursts. 
It's some sort of electronic explosive. 

Worried about the implication of 
detonating explosive in a petroleum
industrial zone, I look around. 
Although some people are startle, 
it seems to be a normal occurrence
that something blows up somewhere. 

I get into a small shack, where my
boss is. It's more like a friend than
a boss. He talks about being tested, 
and he's putting flammable stuff on
the upper part of the wall. I'm wondering
if I'll have to put out a fire. 
I realize that this is a firefighter
first responder type of test. I am 
unsure what I have to do. 

Farley and someone else enters and
continue the test. Farley sits on 
the ground and the other person seems
to judge how unprepared I am. I try
to defend myself, saying I didn't know
about the test, wanting to blame my
boss about not telling me much. 

I should have worn glove and my 
normal suit. I go back to Farley
to check his vital, but it's an
old lady  now at his spot. 

I try to take her pulse directly
in her neck. It's heavy and strong. 
I get told that I should take
the pulse right at the wrist, 
and I tell them that it's easier
for me to check the neck pulse. 
They somewhat agree and show me 
a quick trick to take the pulse. 

You bend the wrist, then put your
finger gently in the bend, then 
when you unbend the wrist you should
be pretty much at the right place. 

I then leave to pick up something
at the restaurant. The waitress there
(one of them being the old lady from
whom I took the pulse) wants us to
come for dinner, me and my crew. 

The two waitresses tells me to sit
on this or that part of the restaurant
as they are competing to have the
business.