Dim. I'm in a math class, with quite a few people. It's inside, but on a grass incline, like a hill, sloping to the front where the chalkboard is. People are just sitting on the ground. We're in the back, of course. Mr. K's teaching, and most people are listening, but I'm bored and screwing around. WW's over on the right, and I crawl over there because he has a new phone or something I want to play with. I'm pushing different buttons, and somebody's phone starts to ring. We don't know whose it is, or if it's this one. Mr. K's getting upset, but not as badly as I would have imagined. We figure out it's not this phone, and I unfold it and take the back off as "proof." I'm showing people the back and inside of the phone. SF is there, sitting in front of us. Somebody else's phone rings up near the front, and Mr. K makes a speech about how this has to stop. WW decides to make a phone call, and he's talking really loudly ; everybody can hear him, and he doesn't seem to care. Seems like a weird choice of timing. Then his phone rings, while he's on it. Another call. He's pressing buttons and taking all these calls. I go back to where I was. Mr. K is coming up the side "aisle," walking up to the back. I punch random numbers into my calculator to pretend like I'm working. I have a pencil and some paper and this calculator, and I'm reminded of the joke about the university dean and the math faculty. Mr. K walks behind me, and talks to the others for a little while. He comes back around and goes back to the front, so my ruse obviously worked.

I want a bike, and some female I know has one, which surprises me. I ask her if she can help me buy one. Then I'm back in the "classroom," but I'm on my bike at the back. I pop a wheelie, and hit the brakes, so I'm standing on the back tire. I kind of hop down the side aisle, carefully, and roll across the front. People are laughing. I zip out the door at the front right of the room, and there's a long staircase leading down to a door which goes outside. I start down the stairs, and Mr. K says something about how I can't just leave on a bike like that. I wheel around, and head back in. I say something very witty about how I know it all already anyway, and I'm not wasting my life on this, life is for the living, so I'm leaving. Everyone is delighted and laughing, and Mr. K throws chalk at me, but he has a smile on his face, so I know he understands. I zoom down the stairs and out the door.

Then I'm in the backyard of the old house, heading for the lane. It's warm out, like a summer day. I pause at the top of the stairs, undecided whether I should ride down, but I decide to anyway, slowly. I start going down the lane, toward the end, and think I might ride in the ravine for a while. As I pass A&J's house, I see the remains of the old shed they had in the backyard (although not in real life), and see that it's still fixable. I'm past, and looking back, and an idea occurs that I could fix up a room and use it as a jam space. Hopefully it would be far enough away from the neighbours to not disturb them. As I reach D&S's place, I see what's left of the garage (also not there). Two of the walls are off, and there's no roof. The door, hanging off its hinges, is open wide. I kind of hop over the sill, and inside. There are three cars, one of which is new and sporty. Red. I head toward the front of the house. There's another building there, also falling apart, and it's difficult to get around. I kind of struggle through, but it's too much work. I turn around, and go back to the garage. I see somebody standing in the yard, just behind the house, to my left. As I'm heading out the garage door, I say something like "time to go!" with a smile on my face. She smiles back, so I know she's not surprised to see me. Older woman (50's), matronly, English-looking. I ask her if she's a friend of the family. She says she has a room in the house, and she's taking care of D. I look back behind me, and the garage is gone. She's now standing in the back, but surrounded by shelves of carved figures, and masks, stuff like that. Spoils of African travels. I ride up close, and I'm jealous of d. who's getting all this stuff soon. I want some of it. She asks me if I want to see inside the house, and I say yes, since, as I look up, I can see into rooms I haven't explored, and there's a lot of stuff. We go inside, and I take my bike to the side of the stairs, and lock it. I notice that I have a new lock for my new bike, but it's mounted the same way my old one was. She laughs that I'm locking my bike up, but I know I have to.

We go up the straight staircase to a landing. There's a table against the wall; to the left is a short staircase, and to the right, down the hall, we can see through some glass doors where D. is lying down. He's very old, and tired. The table has a few kinds of candy on it. I'm a little nervous, but she says it's left over from Hallowe'en, so it's ok. I have a mouthful of food, but I take a big scoop of gummi bears and coke bottles. I drop one, and go to pick it up, but my hands are full. I have to pinch it with my two little fingers to pick it up, and the floor is disgusting. She pretends not to notice. She's very young now, pale, and nicely plump. Quite attractive. As we're heading up the stairs, she says "bet you can't catch me!" and starts running. From the corner of my eye, I see D's getting up, and I get the impression she doesn't want to see him, or have him see us. I chase her through a couple of hallways, and then into a room. She's sitting in an easychair against the wall, with her skirt pulled up a bit, and I can see her white panties. I go to stand next to her, and I'm looking around the room at all the carvings, but I want her to make a move. My legs are close to hers, and she moves her knee so it touches my leg. She says something I don't catch. I look down at her. She spins around so that her head is by my legs, and I lean forward.