Default High School  I'm in a school with my high school friend Gino Teavor. Gino's mother Eleanor is there. Gino and I make up and interpret dreams. This is kind of fun. I have a knack, it seems, for understanding, or coming up with something plausible. A woman walks by us. She is looking for the neuroscience secretary. I direct her through a door, down a long room, and to her left.  I'm outside. It's cold. A woman with a baby carriage walks on the frozen, icy roads. I'm walking to Default High School. The woman and I are over near the intersection of Brimson Street and Old Avenue, near the frontage road. I walk west down the frontage road towards Default High School. I don't have a hat. I don't have a lunch ticket: I forgot it, and then realize it has run out and I need to pick up a new one. I can't get a new one at Default High School. I don't have a lunch token, and I wonder how I should pay for my lunch. Pizza pockets are being served. I walk around what seems to be the new dormitory at Brimson. There are businesses there. It is cold and bleak outside. I walk east on High Avenue. I don't' really know where I'm supposed to go. I walk by a small restaurant, then go back when I decide I'll avoid the school lunch hassle by eating at the restaurant. I go into the place, which is a Sandwich Heaven. Daphne and Sara Booker, acquaintances, are sitting at a table next to the door when I enter. I walk farther in. My dad and Grandpa Redding are there. I'm surprised because I was just thinking of when I would see them together. Grandpa is smoking. He has an old wrinkled face. I go over to them and shake their hands. There is a crowd of people I know here, which strikes me as odd, but fortunate. My sister Ramona, cousins Rich, Melvin and Melissa Redding, uncle Rusty Redding, and others are there. My dad is playing pool on a small table: like bumper pool without the bumpers. I ask Melvin and Rich how they're doing. Rich's back is better. He has been running with no shirt and his back and shoulders are very tan, but are sun burnt and peeling. I'm on Main Street in Oak Valley between Bill's Deli and the intersection of Main Street and the Thru Highway. I'm on the north side of the road or on the median. Rusty is with me. He talks about different angles of a suntan, particularly on one's back and neck. There is a billboard advertisement for a flavor of Grolsch beer.