I'm at my parents'. The day is hot, and Steve and I are weeding, above the patio to the side of the garage. The yard in that area is like it used to be, all grass. We are trying to pull the weeds from it, but in some places it is all weeds and I'm considering replanting it entirely.

I've got a stereo set up through a hole in the garage, and I'm trying to get good sound so I can play for Steve some of the latest good music I've been listening to. But then Rimli arrives and tells Steve she'd rather go to the pool, so he leaves with her. Left alone with the stereo, I switch to the new Ministry CD and continue with the pointless weeding.

Suddenly the wind whips up a cloud of dust, and the dust forms into a square of walls around me. I am enclosed by it, and can't get out. Then it starts moving, and carrying me with it. I can see out of it a little bit, but can't escape it. I believe that I have died, and wonder if it is taking me to everywhere I've ever been, or something.

It takes me to my work, which looks little like my real office, and seems to show me a list of names written on my whiteboard. I don't recall the names, but they were people I knew, family or workmates.

I begin pulling at the dust wall and realize that with significant effort, I can lift it up like an extremely heavy curtain. I struggle with it for many minutes before I can lift it enough to crawl out and escape.