I'm walking into the back yard of our Ohio house from the rear. My brother's family is just starting to swim in the pool, which has gathered quite a bit of debris. Someone is vacuuming it, I rush into the garage to get the net to remove an area of leaves and scum before the kids break it up. I can't find the net anywhere. Someone is playing an acoustic guitar on the steps and a string comes unwound. I deftly wind it up and am given a raise at work in reward.
Coming out of the garage, there are many ambulances arriving from all directions - from the street and over the grass. There are dozens of young kids running out of our neighbor's house and some but not a lot of smoke coming out the door and windows. There's a big sign "Nursery and Infirmary" on top of the house and "infirmary" is spelled wrong. There's a van that belongs to the nursery with raised letters. All I can see is the last few letters which are all Zs, each getting smaller and going up such as cartoonists indicate sleep. A cop is explaining to a neighbor that the final Z should be lower and is suggesting a sort of "business for dummies" book.
A younger female member of the neighbor's house, about my age, is in our front yard. She asks me, "Don't you know what happened?" I tell her I don't, but she says nothing more. There are commercial airliners flying through the air, camouflaged or cloaked in a way so the sky appears through them in most places.
Suddenly, I'm waking up in my car in the driveway. I don't remember going to sleep in it.
Suddenly again, I'm waking up in my therapist's driveway. I get out of the car and walk to his door, dizzy and disoriented. He answers the door in a bathrobe and invites me in. I tell him something must be wrong because I don't remember driving there and I'm dizzy. I notice my parents' cordless phone is in my pocket and take it out. Written on it is a number for a "Colleen" or "Claudia". My therapist says that's interesting because he once saw me call that person. I don't know a person of that name.
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