I'm out at my parents', in the living room, where my sisters are preparing for some sort of auction. Leilani, a girl I knew from high school, is sitting on the couch in the corner opposite me, with a couple young daughters. Apparently she heard about this auction and decided to attend, although I thought it was more of a family thing.

Before I have a chance to say hello to her, she intercepts me in the doorway and takes one of my hands in both of hers, and starts to dance, in an old-fashioned social way. She leads me down the hall and into the pool room, which is the dream is relatively clear, and leaves room for this complicated ballroom-style dance. I follow her moves, and mostly manage to do it. I think this is some reminiscence she has from high school, perhaps gym class, but I don't remember it. I ask her to explain the pattern of the dance, because when I'm following her, I'm sort of dragging it down, and if I understood the sequence, I could do a lot better.