- I am in a crowded bar. It feels like I own it. A guy comes and hangs a small, young boy under his chin from the ceiling. He stays there a couple of days. I say to a Native American man, “Are we going backwards?” (referencing what is happening with the boy). I start to leave, but then start cleaning the logs on the wall. They are very dirty. It takes me two days. When I am done, the boy is taken down by the man and I leave.
2. Sue, Marsha and I are in the same bed. I straighten the sheets and get into bed. (we are all caregivers in waking life)