I'm at a sporting goods store with some people who seem like my family, but they are nondescript, I believe a woman and teenage daughter. It's morning and we're buying fishing supplies, but they are taking too long, so I tell them I'm going to get some worms, because this apparently isn't the best place to buy them.

I leave the store and it's the outside of my previous house on Miles Court. Next door there is a deck on the second floor, overlooking both front yard, and I go up there. For some reason I'm just glad to escape, it feels like a huge stress has lifted, and I sit down on a lounge chair, cover myself up with a blanket, hiding, and fall asleep.

Life goes by, for most of that day. The people who live in the house come out on the deck and I think they don't notice me; I'm hiding under the blanket and something like a newspaper. They have a meal on the deck without any acknowledgement of me, but then as they are leaving the newspaper falls away, and it appears they see me, but they understand and don't mind if I'm there. Occasionally I look down to the driveway of my house, and see that the car is still parked, a small, dark and dirty sedan, so I know my family is still there.

Later in the day I notice my watch and nine hours have passed, and I suddenly feel like I should find my family, they are probably wondering where I went. I go back down and knock on the front door of my old house, and am immediately greeted by my family, who now appear to be actors and actresses. Susan Sarandon is there, as either my wife or my mother, and there is a guy who is like my brother, whom I hug around the head and shoulders in a rather awkward way. They say "where were you, we've been calling and calling" and I answer that my phone must have been off, I totally forgot about it.