In my dream you bought a giant house on top of a giant hill. The house had spiral staircases behind glass and a garage that was large enough to shelter school buses. There was an office off the back with empty bookshelves. There was a dining table that sat thirty, but that chairs didn’t match from my perspective. In every direction there was poured concrete.

We were all there as a group and there was pizza being offered as a celebration. The whole thing didn’t make a ton of sense, but somehow, at the same time, it did. The pizza was stored on ice in the kitchen, it was self-served. There were no beverages available. I was obsessed with the spiral staircases.

When we had a moment, you and I discussed the purchase price. I had it sitting around $100,000. You told me it was $850,000. I was shocked.

In the very next moment I walked into an otherwise empty barroom with my mother. We were there with a larger party to celebrate my sister’s wedding. My mother and I, and a couple of others, sat down at a high-top table near the main bar. The elevated chairs were round and had that shiny, faux leather stretched tightly over them. I remember sitting in the chair with my arms crossed across my chest. In no way was I welcoming.

Two gentleman entered the room from outside, they took standing positions at our table. One of them, the younger one, made a comment to me and then proceeded to spill his shot glass full of liquor on my shoulder. He had ever outward facing quality of a bully. He laughed at me and pushed me a bit. I refrained from responding. He continued. I remember the rage boiling up inside me. I remember wanting to punch him in the mouth. I remember visualizing wrapping my arm around his arm, shoulder and neck. I remember choking him until he yielded.

I remember it all so clearly. I remember not reaching any resolutions. I remember the stories jumping immediately from one to another.

I remember it all so clearly.