1) Beckett is a year older. Her hair is short and curly. I notice her from behind and run to pick her up for a hug. When she turns to me she has sores all over her body. I'm horrified.
2) I'm biking on a highway that appears to be a patterned illustration. Every few feet the pattern changes to something else. I'm in Seattle looking for a job doing set design. I'm terrified of being poor and count the change in my pockets. I keep coming across my friend Brian. Sometimes he's alive and other times he's dead and bloated.
3) Two co-workers and a French version of my boss are sitting in the pumping room. The room is bigger with pillows and candles on the floor. One of my co-workers flirts with my boss. The other sits quietly, staring at the wall. I go over creative briefs but no one is listening. I'm slightly jealous of the flirting coworker and think about whether or not he would respond to my flirtations as well. For a second, I feel old and powerless, but quickly talk myself out of feeling this way. I change the tone of my talking into a more sultry one and watch as my boss's ears perk right up.
