I dreamt I was at my mother's house but either it was bigger and nicer than it is or it was a nicer version of my apartment. There was a kind of party going on. It was summer. My ex boyfriend, Bob, was there with some other guy. They were sitting at a table like in a position as if it was our neighbor’s dining room or kitchen.

I went to talk to Bob. I wanted to make peace. He was pissed off – like he really hated me and he was so seething he wouldn’t talk to me. He just wanted me to go away. I felt embarrassed at being rejected.

Then the guy Bob was with came up to me and just tried to explain his temper. He says something like, “He gets mad and into these moods, it doesn’t have anything to do with you necessarily. Sometimes he hangs up on me.”

I was surprised. “He hangs up on you?” I said. “I would ever let Bob do that to me.” And it’s true. If Bob starting acting out like that, I’d be out the door.

Then I am at the end of the driveway and Bob and the dude are going. They have a mattress with them, like the one from the old hospital bed of my dad’s that Mom and I keep as a spare. I tell them they’ll have a hard time moving that and I can give them a ride in our truck. I have to get the keys though.

I wind up walking quickly to Macy’s at the Mall and when I am almost there I realize that I had the keys all along. I can’t find my way home as when I turn around to go back all the roads are different. The one I start to take at first looks like a local road but there are all these black people hanging out in the streets, seeming to be preparing to riot a bit or something.

I am only wearing this sheer lavendar thing tied around me like the towels I take into the sauna.

I go down another road and before I get too far a man is right up behind me and he says something right in my ear. It’s Kevin Bacon and he’s going to make sure I get home safe.