I'm with my ex-wife Misha. She is sad, because she is dying, and she wants affection. She is between my knees where I'm sitting on the couch, and wants me to make love to her. But she doesn't know how soon she's dying, she thinks it's maybe a couple months, but I know that it might be tonight. Her soul is somehow entangled with my cat Muezza, who is terminally ill and basically in hospice care.

Later I walk down to the beach where my family is swimming, and I step into the water, but it's steeper than I expected, and I sink into the water up to my waist, in my jeans. One of my brothers expresses some sympathy for my falling in, and I say I meant to go in, I didn't quite mean to go in this deep, but it's ok.