Somebody in the family is getting married, and we're gathered in somebody's yard, just on the west wide of the Willamette River south of downtown. Timmy is running all around. I'm calling him with my fingers, but he's panicking and doesn't recognize me.

It's early afternoon, and everyone is going to hang around and get drunk. I'm not interested in that, so I'm going to take the opportunity to do some christmas shopping downtown, which in this dream is across the bridge. I think I will walk.