. . . continued

I'm in Safeway and Gus is there, which makes sense because he works there, and Emac is there, which doesn't make sense because he's in Ottawa. Maybe he's home visiting. We walk to the back of the store where the employees are all riding shopping carts and bumping into things but when they hit the shelves there isn't a loud crash or anything, it's like they bounce off softly and keep on going. There is circus music playing and in the middle of it all is an old man with a top hat bouncing to the music and singing about "Coupon clippings from the newspaper going round and round". I realize it's an advertisement for Safeway; happy music, happy employees and a happy old man singing about Safeway coupons I can clip out of the paper . . .

I'm at a party and it's in a basement. There is a fire in the middle of the floor but it is controlled, like a campfire. The people I am with look like they're from Afghanistan and we dance around the fire and hit each other. A little boy gets a nosebleed and the Afghani men shake their shoulders a little bit. Then an older boy shows us a gash in his arm that is bleeding quite a bit. The men shake their shoulders even more this time. I understand that the more blood there is the more we have to shake our shoulders. We continue dancing and hitting each other . . .