I'm at home. I notice some water on the floor in the master bathroom, and go to the closet in the hallway to get a towel and clean it up. I have some trouble sorting through the towels piled in the closet (a realistic situation), but grab something and bring it back to the bathroom. My stepdaughter Victoria has come to help, and watches as I unfold the towel, but it turns out to be very small, and I tell her this towel is too small, but it's useless anyway, there's still water coming and we need to find the source. I watch how it is flowing, following it upstream, up the hall into the kitchen and into a large empty room with a fireplace that is on the other side of the kitchen, where the den would be, but without the laundry room. The water is flowing in a solid stream, like from a hose, out of several holes in the far side of the room.

Suddenly I realize that nothing makes sense. Vera and Victoria are there, and I comment how this isn't real, the fireplace isn't supposed to be here, and the back yard, which can be seen through large windows on one side, is on the wrong side. The I notice both Vera and Victoria have hairy faces like monkeys, and I don't know if I realize it's a dream, but I know it isn't real.