Seeing Tammy Jostens  There are octopi eating other dead octopi on or near the shore of the ocean. I'm swimming in the ocean in the shallow water near shore. Several small octopi eat a larger dead one. In another situation, they don't eat a dead octopus, though they are all around it. I swim with others towards shore. There are many round wood pillars submerged in the water. I swim above them touching their tops as I swim over them. I avoid something, which may be an octopus, as I go to shore, and climb out of the water quickly. I walk up to a restaurant or building while I dry off with a towel. My high school friend Tammy Jostens walks out of the building on her way to a parked car. I recognize her though I haven't seen her in years, and I say, "Tammy". She turns and knows it is I. She says hi but continues on with her life, not interested in talking to me. She goes into a care with other black people. I think she is more comfortable with them, and doesn't want to see me.