In my dream the rest of the family goes off to the restaurant but since I didn’t wear shoes or socks I go up to the apartment so I can borrow some of Dad’s. Up there I pull through piles of nick-nacks that I’ve stashed there over the years. More and more time goes by, I can feel the pressure of their anger even in their absence every step I take along the sidewalk is hauling my feet out of the muck and dragging them forward. I never get there, of course.