Below my parents' house there is now a body of water. What is strange is that the water is sloping with the hill so that it looks like a frozen surfwave. In fact, people are trying to surf down it. I am somewhere in the water lower down the waterhill. I am now under water and see other people, a little higher up the hill, dive down. I pop up again and watch some men moving in the water. The water is deep and it is both scary and fascinating to see this odd phenomenon. I have clear vision both above and below the surface. The water feels lukewarm. It is twilight and I take one last glance up the watery hill. The hill slants at about 45 degrees angle.

I drive to work. It is not a workday and it is raining. When I arrive there I want to get a coffee and plan to walk to a coffeehouse nearby. I am now inside the school and I see some of my old friends there. They are all wearing pajamas. It is a pajama party. I am both surprised and happy to see them and wonder out loud why they didn't tell me in advance so I could come prepared. They give each other a look. I know, they did not want me there.

I have just arrived home. I am holding two suitcases and stand outside my parents' house. I look up to the second floor of the house. The entire side of the façade on the second floor is now a window. I see my sisters and my mother. We wave at each other. I take my bags and walk inside. I am welcomed and we go upstairs. Just as I am about to finish the stairs to the attic, the stairs become very narrow. The staircase is now so narrow that I can barely place my foot on the next step. I place my right foot on the narrow step and look to my left. There is no railing. I am holding my suitcases, one in each hand, and attempt to get past this point. As I step forward I notice that I have to take a huge step. People are standing behind me, waiting for me to move on. I want to reach the attic.