Mom, Damon and I were looking for Melissa in homer: she was lost. We drove through town very slowly keeping our eyes alert. At the main intersection, there was a large stop sign floating above intersection. The sign was hand-drawn on an oversized piece of cardboard.

Mom drover her Yukon and Damon and I stood on the back bumper. The back seat of Mom’s car was secured sideways to the outside of the car with packing tape. We made a stop at bowling alley and Mom ran inside to see if Melissa was in there.

Damon and I re-taped the back seat to help secure it better but it’s dirty. While Mom drove farther east, going towards home, the seat fell off. The seat had wheels on one edge and it rolled down the street until it crashed into an oncoming car.

I am now in the parking lot of the high school with my classmates; my band conductor was yelling at us to pack up all band equipment that is spread out over the entire parking lot; we need to pack it into the yellow bus. I kept looking around, but Melissa was not there.

I was with Beth, Damon and Dana on a road trip; it was nighttime and Dana was driving. She pulled into a convenience store near a lot of road construction to get something to drink and use the restroom.

Back at the car, Dana stood by the door and mentioned how dizzy and sick she was and that she shouldn’t drive the rest of the trip – it was still a long way home. We all got back in the car and Dana slid behind the steering wheel; I wondered why she was still driving and why everyone in the car hadn’t said anything.

We pulled out onto the road and found the construction had completely blocked off the road for all returning traffic. We returned the convenience store parking lot to spend the night and pulled up next to Cris’ suburban.

We asked if she could spare some room for our stuff because our car was already full. She said that she didn’t have any room for baggage, but she had room for one person. I hop into the back seat of her suburban and sit between her son Kyle and a large brown dog.

I was running on top of the Alyeska Pipeline. I ran for miles and miles. There were hundreds of intersections and splits in the pipeline – it went every way possible. I saw my destination on my left, but I don’t take my turn. Instead, I keep running until the pipeline goes into the ground. I stop, catch my breath, and turn around to run towards the turn I had missed.

B and I walk upstream along the bank of a river and come to a tiny town. All of the buildings were on pilings because the river had been known to flood. We stopped into a few gift shops but bought nothing.

A person outside handed us each a thick Oreo wafer. I broke mine apart and found that inside the wafer was a bright yellow rubber duck. It was only two inches big. I noticed there was a very large gathering of people at the river – surely larger than the population of this village.

Each person had a small rubber duck just like mine. We tossed all of our ducks into the river. We watched them float downstream a bit and then jumped in after them to help them along.

Some people grabbed handfuls of ducks and dipped them into buckets of salt to help keep them afloat.

B and I were then inside my father’s boat while my father spun it around very fast. B was sitting near the center and I was standing; I was having a hard time keeping my balance and quickly became ill. My father told me to look at the central pivot point of the floor so I wouldn’t get sick. It didn’t help any and I wanted to jump off.

I had woken up and stepped outside of my apartment; it was very cold. I was then in my parents’ dining room sitting at the table. A rotund man comes to door says name; I am amazed to have met someone by this name. I didn’t know they really existed. He asks for someone who is unavailable then stands by the door to wait for them to become available. He has a bag slung over his back.

Mom and I had lip sores and spilt lips from the cold weather. She tells me that it was minus 100 degrees when we were outside. No wonder we had split lips. We decide to stay inside.

I know that I am going to die tomorrow, and I tell my mom. She hugs me. Melissa and Rodney come around the corner and into the dining room. I wondered if everyone was going to cry and hug me as I left because of my death tomorrow. I wanted to be able to say goodbye and know that I am loved.

Melissa and Rodney hardly look at me and continue talking about their road trip tomorrow. They were going for a few hundred miles and stopping at a lake.

I was sitting at the piano in my parents’ basement with my instructor, Shelly, on my right: it is time for my piano lessons. My turn was over, Melissa’s turn was over, and now it was Rodney and Jen's turn.

They tried to sit on the bench together and play, but it wasn’t working. Shelly made them get up so she could play a piece for them. She turned her book to a song I learned how to play years ago, but she didn’t have a change to play it because lesson time ran out. Her daughter stormed into the room with her beginner’s book and demanded that it was her turn. Her hair was white as though she were an albino.

I was in my truck on the streets of Anchor Point driving to Homer and come to an intersection. I saw a man riding towards me on a bicycle; I recognized him. He had shoulder length dirty hair pulled back into a low, crude ponytail. He looked right at me and rode past.

We pulled up to a stoplight, a man was driving now and there were others in the vehicle with us. We were alone in the left lane, and the right lane was full. He backed up from the intersection line so that we could all see a woman wearing a lot of colorful clothing and makeup. She was sitting in a car a few vehicles back from the line. She was of a different culture and very exotically beautiful.

A man is trying to get a large piece of machinery and a flat object across a deep, narrow river on a small raft. It is evening. Whenever he gets both items onto the raft to swim it across, the machinery starts sinking the raft because of its weight. He pulls the machinery out to try and start over.

He makes several different attempts repositioning the objects. This piece of machinery is very important to him. He bought it with his own money along with some magic potions. On his final attempt, the whole thing sinks. He dives down to rescue the piece of machinery.

On the other side of the river, I lie down naked with B. Our positions are very comfortable as we cuddle face to face. I whisper into his ear about the last time, how he touched me; I asked him to do it again. He reached down under my legs and touched my clitoris. I jump a bit, surprised that he was able to reach it from there. I decide I want one leg above his hand and move accordingly.

We walked up to my mom who was sitting cross-legged in a large grassy field with a baby. She was talking about how the baby won’t make it; she will have to leave it. I wanted to help mom because she was mentally unstable.

I am watching a man sit at a table in a restaurant with his father, his girlfriend, and her friend. In the middle of an otherwise lively discussion, he reaches over to her and hits her quite hard with his fist on the side of her face. The father and friend nervously laugh the incident off and continue the discussion with the man.

I do not understand why one will do anything or acknowledge it. Again he reaches across the table and strangles her. His face is red with anger. The father and friend watch as he slams her head into the table. Unable to help this woman, I get Melissa and ask her to watch my dog.

I climb into the back of a large van. An older man sitting in the back seat - I recognize him as a movie actor - pulls a blanket over me to help me hide. A large group of college-aged people get into the van and drive off.

I return to find my dog sitting obediently and at attention in the middle of the hallway with her leash at her feet; she is not tied to anything. I am very happy that the dog did not run away, but am disappointed that Melissa didn’t think to tie her up.

Damon and I are standing at the end of a hallway that has doors to small apartments. There is an emergency evacuation going on, but we don’t know what kind of emergency. All of the apartment doors are open and old Russian women are standing in the hallway frantically packing all their stuff into boxes and bags to leave.

Damon, another person and I decide to go get some Thai food at the other end of the hallway. The restaurant was deserted; even the cooks and managers were gone. I could hardly believe that they had left the kitchen appliances still on and food still hot. We helped our stuff to the stuff in the kitchen then sat down and ate, not worried at all about the world ending.

I am at a wedding. I see the bride remove a layer of clothing to reveal a full white and blue gown that reminds me of Snow White. I watch from an aerial view as she walks three blocks down a street, then turns around and walks back a block to meet the groom.

At the ceremony, I am right up front as Jake is helping scoop frosting up with pieces of cake to feed to the brides. For an instant I am one of the brides and some guy not involved in the wedding party is trying to feed me icing. Then I notice that Pam is one of the brides and is trying to avoid Jake’s scoops of icing.

A group of people and I step into the airport; we are all traveling somewhere together. I tell everyone that our gate is on seventh floor. One of the men in the group, probably in his 40s, decides to take charge. He and another guy in his 20s argue about whether to eat at Chilies or Chili Steakhouse before our flight leaves.

I am carrying a few pieces of luggage and three coats stacked on top of each other. The top coat is brown and has a fuzzy collar as if it were made of sheep wool. The wool is brown too. We decide on Chilies and sit down at a long table – the waitress had pushed a few of the smaller tables together.

Melissa is sitting at the very end of the table and I am on her right. I put my stuff in the chair on her left directly across from me and ask her to make sure my brown coat doesn’t get dirty. She picks it up and tosses it to the floor. When I ask why, she says she that was keeping it out of the way of the greasy food.

I leave dinner early because I don’t want to miss my flight. I take the stairs up all 7 flights and arrive at a dinky gate with one counter. The room looks very old and is covered in brown paneling. A middle-aged lady at the counter starts checking in my luggage when I turn around to look out the window

When I turn back to the counter, the lady has her computer turned towards the counter. Some screensavers are playing and she asks me about them. I tell her they are not mine, but it is like she is hypnotized by them.

I found a baby animal – a puppy or kitten – in a teeny tiny kennel. The cage was so small that the animal’s feet dangled out. I am appalled at how small the kennel is, but I can’t figure out how to rescue the animal without hurting it.

B and I are then sitting on a bed in a living room. I tell him that I want to get some bat ice cream before bed. He gives me a piggyback ride into the kitchen to get some bat ice cream. I know we are going to have sex.

I was driving a car through two sets of winding gates. There are four other people in the car with me. On the other side of the last gate a man authoritatively requests identification of everyone in car. Everyone passes their ID to me and I hand them to him one at a time.

He looks at each one and hands them back to me but holds on to my ID and the vehicle’s registration. We follow him around a building, get out of the car and walk inside. I am standing in front of fast food burger counter waiting while the other passengers are around a corner at another counter.

I stand alone waiting instructions and wondering what everyone else is doing. I watch from a distance as they get food. I realize that I am hungry and feel left out because I didn’t know we could eat.

From behind me I grab a pre-packaged plastic bag with bath stuff in it and buy it at the self check-out. I remove each bath item from the bag and scan them individually. When there is only one bottle left attached to bag, I consider not scanning it in. I think about just taking it with me, but I end up scanning and paying for it.

I found myself naked and tied to conveyor belt. A man in a black mustache and black clothing stood beside me. He pushed a button that started the conveyor belt. As I am pulled along, a thin rubber strip barely rubs my nipples.

B and I were moving out of our apartment and into Apartment #7 upstairs in the same building. I was worried because I didn’t know which of the two upstairs apartments number 7 was, but I was happy knowing that it was a bit bigger.

Both of the upstairs apartments were still occupied and we needed to be moved by today because someone was moving into our apartment this afternoon.

I went to my bedroom closet and found all of my skirts and tops had been take off the rod and piled, still attached to the hangars, onto the shelf above the rod. The person who was moving into our apartment had filled the closet with boxes.

I was frustrated that we were being slowly forced out of our apartment when our new apartment was still occupied.

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