Together with A.G. and E.S. I am traveling by car. We drive toward what looks like a quarry and begin to drive along a narrow sandy road. It looks like a road used by trucks when loading sand or gravel. I am not so sure that this car will make it but A.G. assures me that we'll be fine. The sandy landscape is bordered by steep walls of hardened clay in yellow and light brown. I see the road as it winds around in the deep valley between the towering landmasses that once connected. We meet a truck. Now I see a huge pile of trash. I think it is a huge mountain of clothes and trash and random items. I am falling into this pile. Before I land I feel afraid that it will hurt when I land. I fear I will land on something sharp. Now I land. It doesn't hurt. It is such a strange experience. Where did I fall from?

I stand up and look at the ground in front of me. I see a shovel and a hoe. I pick the hoe and continue to walk away from the mountain of rubbish.

I am now inside a building. It feels like a hotel. A. is in this room with me. We are sleeping and it is dark in the room. I can see a weak light from a window that is covered with blinds. It is dark outside. I am now awake and I stand beside our bed. I am getting dressed, and choose a yellow dress to wear. A. is still sleeping. I do not want him to hear me. Now I can hear some voices coming from another room. First it is vague and I cannot hear separate words, but now I can hear a man and a woman. They are fighting. The woman is yelling at the man. She seems so sad and she is crying out loud. The man is yelling back. I understand now that they speak Swedish. A. is awake. I keep listening to the arguing and suddenly it dawns on me that it is J and M! I want to see them. I want to help J. I am standing by the door but A. tells me not to leave the room. He tells me I shouldn't go in there, that it is best if I stay here. It is so hard for me to stay here, and I stay by the closed door. But I don't open it even though I hear their voices.