I'm out walking the dogs in my neighborhood. I forgot their leashes, so they are running all over, and the cars are making me nervous.

I end up in a car, by a house of a friend, on a corner up above the park. A semi truck is parking there for some reason, sort of backing up, and it seems to be tipping too far, like it might tip over. I analyze the situation; it will tip and lean against that tree, which appears to have been the plan. Ok, that makes sense, as long as the tree is solid. But it looks kind of rotten, like an old crumbling stump, no branches or leaves, and it ends abruptly forty or fifty feet up...

Suddenly the top half of the tree breaks off, and the whole thing comes thundering down onto the ground, smashing her house in a huge crash. A car which was in her back yard is halfway buried in the dirt.

So we go in her house, and it is Misha's old friend Brenda. I'm sitting on a couch, and she's sitting on the floor trying to figure out what to do next, maybe looking at a computer. She's moving and talking funny, and I realize that she's rather drunk.