Trapped in the Internet

I was at work, but it was a department store. I had been telling friend how much I like lemon water, and she was raving about it as well. It was closing time and the women that I worked with were showing me how to turn off the lights in my area. It was a make-up counter. We turned the lights out, then they told us we had a meeting.

We go to the meeting, and it was really boring. Nobody was paying attention, it was how to fill out some form or something, and the presenter was really quiet. The warehouse guys from The Office were there, drinking beer, and being rowdy, until some lady threw them out and we continued. LoraMae was there with me, and after we got completely bored with the forms, we started working on getting pictures of ourselves ready for a web page. We needed help, so we started emailing IT to help us out.

Next thing I remember, I was at home, and I was looking at the internet. I was looking at pictures of myself on the IT guy's professional web page, which he had put there at my request, so I could use them for whatever LoraMae and I were working on. They were mostly pictures from my teenage years, with one childhood picture (that he had shopped to be on the face of a pumpkin). My son came in while I was looking at these pictures, so he started looking at them. He started wandering around the site, and it had a feature/game where you played a fly that flew around in an environment, which looked like a 3D Dali painting.

He landed on a pig, on it's side, floating in the sky, as he moved counterclockwise, the pig rolled. He took off, and he was falling fast. At the bottom was the ocean, and he started frantically flapping his wings, and he pulled up at the last minute. There was even little circles on the water like when a helicopter hovers.

I convinced him to get off of the site, because the housekeeper was home, and I didn't want him to know where I'd been. He saw the pictures, and wondered how they got there, and I remember telling him they were put there by LoraMae or Chutah's friend at our request. I shut it down and went outside to get some stuff out of my car. He came out after a moment, very angry, and I thought I was busted. He asked me some leading question, but I was smarter than to answer that. I waited it out, and then he said that he thought I was putting my picture out on movie industry web pages so I would become a movie star and run away. I didn't know how to convince him that wasn't the case.