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I was in a huge studio that was very full of people on mats doing yoga. I was one of them. The room was dark, and the instructor was a tall, thin African-American man who would alternately sing a phrase or talk in front of a projection screen that was playing a movie, while the rest of us were on the floor in different poses. Melanie was next to me. I got very close and affectionate with the woman on the other side of me, who had white-blond hair and nestled in close.

I was at the 6th grade reunion, and everyone was wearing formal gowns. Marc Hendricks was there and he looked exactly like the kid he was in 6th grade. He put his hand on my mine as I was getting ready to leave and this action felt full of warmth. I remember leaving, and Stephen was acting crazy, like a performance monkey. He pulled off his cap and he was bald. I just shook my head like I was used to all of this and we made our exit. When I looked back I realized that we had not spoken to Andrea and John all night and I panicked, thinking there was something very wrong with that.

At the hotel, Teresa came out of our bathroom after a shower, wrapped in a white towel. I, too, was wrapped in a blue towel. I asked her what she was doing there and she said she got the wrong room and that she should have been upstairs. She shrugged an apology. On the wall was a photo collage of different people, friends, and she leaned into me and put her chin on my shoulder and said something about us, our past friendship. I agreed, and we sighed and snuggled a little closer before she took leave of our room.

Ren had returned from Chile. I was surprised--and flattered--when I found that he had returned so we could resume a relationship. As soon as everything started to fall into place, he sauntered away from me with another woman. I understood immediately that nothing was as it seemed, and was disappointed I'd fallen for his ruse.

I was walking down a hallway and looking into classrooms. I finally saw Melanie. There were lots of people and it was some type of academic fair. I had found Melanie's offering on a sheet of paper on the wall--she would be doing her sociology class on her family. Her family was even scheduled to be there. I went looking for the classroom, had an adventure I don't totally remember, then found her. None of the classrooms were labeled. I was looking for room 7. I peeked inside one class that said "Composition 1" on the board but all the chairs and tables were for tiny children.

Melanie found her classroom and I followed. I understood then that this was a class her professors were invited to, to grade her for. She was nervous and excited. We found places to sit, and I can't remember anything more.