I am standing on a bluff and hear a boy screaming. I run over to the edge and see an ocean far down below. The water is crystal clear and I see the boy moving about it the water. He shouts for help. I yell at a man in the water to help, since I would not be able to get down there in time. The man swims/wades over to the boy to ask if he needs help. Yes, he says he does. The boy stops screaming. He is a young teenager. The man swims with him toward the shore, and then lets go. As soon as the man has turned his back the boy swims out again, never leaving the water, and proceeds to let himself sink. I can see how he sinks because the water is so clear. I yell for the man to pull him up. The boy seems suicidal.

I am in a living room. It is a party where my parents and our close relatives are. There are also in-laws and others there. My mother sits near a man - her brother in-law - and they commiserate over some rude relative. I look up at the wall nearby and see a painting of my cousin A. She is depicted as both a little girl (perhaps four years old) on the left and as a teenaged girl on the right. They are both standing next to a brown brick fireplace that is rectangular. Their backs are lit up by the intense orange color of the roaring fire, so that parts of their fronts are darker. The little girl is standing slightly closer to the observer so that she is almost grey and white and out of focus, whereas the teenage girl stands to the right of the fireplace and is more clearly defined, more alive. I find this picture to be so peculiar -- that someone has painted my cousin both as a child and a growing woman.