I am at a woman’s house with lots of other women. We eat. I help clean up. There are lots of crumbs on a long table with a table cloth. It is difficult to get all the crumbs off. A mean woman comes to give the owner of the house something. The three women still there say she is gone (they don’t trust the woman). There is a man who was at the house and tried to leave. I ask him how deep the water that is on one side of the house is. He points to his upper chest. I try to leave and the water is up to my neck. I go back to the house and go another way.
Feelings: happy when all of us women are eating, a bit frustrated trying to get the crumbs off of the table cloth, and nervous when the mean woman comes.