I am with high school friends – we’re maybe college age, I know we haven’t seen each other in a few years, as it’s like a kind of reunion. my best friends are there as well as some of “the guys”, in particular Terry and Bruce, among others. We are put into some kind of bus and at first I’m sitting by Bruce who is asking about me, putting his arm across the back of my seat – he tells me he missed me, and gives me a kiss. Later, in another vehicle, it is Terry who does this. They both tend to be near me during most of the events to follow, as well as Jane and Patti.
It’s late, around 11:30 pm, and Marcel drops by. Apparently he is waiting for a phone call on Skype, something important. I’m not happy and he can see it, but I let him come in.
He has brought a bottle of Scotch with him, and he pours us each a drink. We talk awhile, no phone call. I ask him if he’s sure about the call, he says yes. I tell him if he hasn’t gotten the call by midnight, he must leave. He says he understands. Midnight arrives, and I tell him he has to leave.
I am in an old apartment building, a kind of squatter’s place. We (myself and several other tenants) have been informed of the destruction of the building, and must leave as soon as possible. I go through packing what I can, mostly grabbing my computer stuff and some souvenirs. I get as much into my car as I can – it is at the edge of a store parking lot. It’s parked up parallel to a fence, in a deserted corner where it will be safe. I add several boxes of my things between the car and the fence, so they will be out of sight. I must now go to the grocery store and get groceries.
I am in the hospital for a medical procedure – the removal and biopsy of a nodule in my breast, more if necessary. I am not concerned, I am comfortable and content because I have had a double bed brought from home. It has all the same electronic parts of a hospital bed, push button movement of headrest, feet, etc, but in the size of a double bed.