I'm out at my parents' house. The kitchen is busy, so I go upstairs to the 3rd floor, where there is another kitchen. I haven't been there before, but it's so similar to the kitchen downstairs, I joke to mom, that for a second I can't figure out where I am. Anyway it's designed exactly like the kitchen downstairs, almost in every detail.

Mom says yeah, and it also has a nice view down the hill, where there is a circus. I look out the window to the south, and just below the road, there's a paved walking trail along the road, intersecting with another coming up the hill. There are several couples walking on the trail, in fancy clothes with parasols, like in old paintings.

I decide to go down there and check out the circus, and take my dog Sydney. But then we get across the road and it's too crowded and chaotic, so I turn back up toward the house. Sydney suddenly runs across the road, barely missing getting hit by a car, and I take note that I learn a lesson on that one.