My mom In Jail  I'm on the Carter School playground in Oak Valley. It is snowing. My mom is in jail. A man talks about how great my mom is. I can't see him. I hear a voice, like that of a radio announcer. There is a huge fallen tree, with its branches cut off, covered in packed down snow. I am climbing the tree, shimmying up its trunk, which is elevated at one end. I am then at the intersection of 2nd Street and Next Avenue. I see my high school classmate Janelle West and another woman. I walk north down Next Avenue towards Touse's house. The two women call out to me, and ask me if that tree is a Redwood. I reply that I don't know. There are a few huge trunks of fallen trees lying close together. I walk on them, going down the hill. I think the tree is a Redwood: its base is huge and spread out. I get to the bottom of the hill. Touse's don't live there anymore. There is the frame of a house, but no actual house. There is a lake with big rocks there. It is a very "Montana" feeling.  I am back at Carter School on the playground. I am at the top of the snowy tree trunk that I've climbed. The end of the trunk is at the top of a snow bank near the side of Holy Avenue. I see my co-worker Leon Mack and someone else. I don't want them to see me. I flip off the end of the trunk and fall onto a snow bank at the side of Holy Avenue. I walk down the service road along the railroad tracks by my friend Gino Teavor's house. Gino and three other people are there. I am wearing purple sweatpants and a purple jacket. I meet a person I know from Brimson, Will Dunks. My first impulse is to punch him, and I make a fist. He is drunk and asks me where the party is. It is early in the afternoon. I walk on, going through yards. There is a man with a snowmobile. I close the gate to the yard he is in.  I am in a house. My friend Fran Susse, a guy from my German class named Jon, and another woman are outside the back door looking in. I go to the door, and they quickly run away. I open the door, and they stop running. I am enraged: furious! I yell at them with all my strength. I scold and chastise them! They are then in the house. After I am finished yelling at them, I tell them to get out! Fran doesn't go out. I pick her up as if she is light as a feather, and march her outside. The others go out.  I am driving a vehicle over some train tracks to get someone or something. It is dark outside. After this is done, I am talking with my friend Tiny Combs, and others, trying to justify my actions using my knowledge about train schedules. I may have been drinking alcohol, and was probably unsafe in my driving.