There are a few things happening. I'm in Fraser, it's summer and I'm driving on a back road behind the tubing hill. I see a Facebook friend wandering down the street alone. It's dusty and warm and dust is in his hair and face. He walks with his head down. He's troubled and sad, and I want to help, but I think he's dangerous so I keep driving.
A few friends and I (though I can't recall who they are) are eating lunch ontop of a mountain. It's pleasant outside and the air is fresh. My former boss, one of the more abusive ones, is mentioned by my friends. They are also here to see her. Supposedly she's adopted three babies. I'm appalled by this news and question how an adoption agency could have given this woman babies. We eat a fine meal. And then a few minutes later another meal arrives. I tell my friends that I'm not hungry and that we literally just ate 5 minutes ago. They dig into their rice and bean cakes and I leave the table. I knock on my former bosses door. Her assistant answers, a beautiful Brazilian woman. There is a giant aquarium in the room holding a narwhal. They are doing some kind of experiment. I don't ask what it is. My former boss's arms are large and misshapen. "That's all done." She says to me. I don't know what she's talking about, but I assume it means she's fixed something. I leave and see a coworker sitting in the window by a few hanging plants. She's supposed to be at home, not here, and I think to myself this woman doesn't like being at home.
