Paulette Redding's Husband  I'm in a house. My aunt Paulette Redding is there, talking to her two sons, Phil and Kyle Jessen. She says that she's going to work ten hours today. I think it's good she's working ten hours: she needs the money. She had the day off yesterday. She also says that her husband has to go back to work today. I see him lying in bed. It's about 8:00am. He gets up. I have just gotten up and am lounging around. He is a tall (6'6") pale white man with a belly and not much body hair. Eventually we shake hands and meet, but we're both standoffish at first. There are two men in their 20's there. They're the grandsons of a Mrs. Johnson. I meet them and shake their hands.  I'm driving out to Many Fish Lake on the frontage road next to Superhighway 100. There are brilliantly colored flowers along the roadside. I'm following a vehicle in front of me closely. I realize this and I slow down. There seem to be three colors in the flowers, in a pattern. I play visual pattern-seeking games with the flowers as I drive. At the lake, it is a very cool fall day. There is a horse standing in the water close to the shore by the boat launch. A few people are playing water sports. I have a tube to fish off of, but I don't want to get wet because it's too cold.