First I was in an apartment, there were some guys around.  One of the guys I'd met at the college sleepover, with less hair.  They were making a breakfast meal and wanted my help with the omelet.  Then I was in like a department store with...my two younger sisters?  I was put on a unicorn and led around; a person leading or the unicorn I do not know.  This may have been good online friend Del.  There was speaking of, how our love or marriage would be, it seemed.  Or possibly on the topic of what matters.  Then a white room, and we were in what appeared to be a large gumball machine, the best I can describe.  My math teacher Mr. Johnson was there.  I went to speak to Del; he asked about our family friend Neil Block.  Del vanished, so I began telling Mr. Johnson about where I met Neil.  I find either Del or some sort of gadget, and I think I should have known.  Something about Del, I think, in a sort of capsule/incubator type thing, in a coma with a monitor.  Del and I were in the middle of the street next to our house.  We get in what may most easily be described as a round, covered picnic table like at a Wienerschnitzel's, with a casing like a teacup ride.  It is hovercraft of some sort, and there are others in the distant sky of the west.  I ask Del to see his fingers.  They look long and pale.  He presents his hand to me to look at.  When he does, the hand becomes that of a skeleton.  He moves it slightly; I can see where the thumb separates from the other fingers, and the first finger seems to be separated one joint above that.  I count the joints on his middle finger (as easily as can be done not knowing exactly where the skin connects the fingers).  I count 7, maybe 8.  I ask him and want to count again with skin.  Then we take off.