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After finding parking, then believing I should turn around and park elsewhere as Melanie suggested, I lost my parking space on the narrow incline with parallel parking spots. It was snowing. We finally had a place to park but there was a tall ladder to climb. It was not a normal ladder, but more like an industrial ladder, and the very last rung was abnormally high, so high that I had to have someone help me lift my leg high enough to reach it. I couldn't let up my pace because I had a line of people behind me.

When I got to the top it was a little wooded area. The snow had been coming down slushy but here, it was covered in snow but with no more snowfall. It was set up like an amusement park. Nikki came over and put her arm around me as we talked to people we met up there. At one point the little white lights illuminating the park turned off and it was still beautiful--but it was night, and it was cold, and I was mostly curious about what this place was.

Two athletes had moved to town and were taking part in college classes. I watched them on television. There were prayer meetings they went to.

The day after I found out they were in town, I walked outside my apartment door and there was crayon graffiti all over the door frame and door to my apartment. It was too dark in the hallway to see what was written, but I was disturbed. Later, I somehow figured out that it had to do with these two athletes.

I came across them both and tried to question them, but they were evasive. Finally one started to engage with me and eventually an attraction sparked and we were dancing. It felt foolish, dancing in the street among strangers, and he was dipping me and also using some kind of makeshift lasso to playfully wrap around my legs. But I was also very attracted to him and it was beginning to feel sexual, so I participated anyway...

My father's bedroom, which is now my grandmother's bedroom, was filled with women. Women from my past, women I didn't know, and everyone partying and laughing and bouncing and talking loudly. I noticed photographs on the walls and when I looked at them closely, I saw candid shots of me and people I know: Mindy, her son, Stephen. I was shocked and gleeful. Once or twice a photography turned into a short film: while I was looking at it, it suddenly began moving and a little scene played out. All the photos were black and white.

Later, I saw my grandmother lying on the sofa in her sitting room, and I noticed a black and yellow striped spider crawling on the floor then up the sofa. It would crawl onto her if I didn't say anything...and I didn't say anything.