Some friends abandoned me at a conference and I had to find a cab. Phones in the facility were impossible to operate. A stranger loaned me his cell phone but it unfolded like a giant map with  unfamiliar icons and different instructions for each section. I cried.

Holding on to a large cat I climbed through sand dunes, then across tables covered with house and furniture parts at an indoor construction site. Then a glass door opened on to a street. I let the cat go because I knew where I was since a marqui read "this is where Mary was killed by a mad grocer"

...I was doing a load of laundry, but the laundry was turning to slime and the pile was growing bigger and people were pouring in to the basement, they looked relaxed. The pile was now full of carburetors and grenades and other mechanical devices. I screamed a vulgar phrase over and over.

The home I was living in had large glass walls overlooking an orchard full of peaches the size of basketballs. Hyenas frolicked under the canopy. I was taking a test identifying varieties of bees based on their abominal patterns which were each complex and colorful designs. I kept spilling things.

Driving on highway then sandy road, then dunes. Now on foot, on top of dunes holding a cat, view sky, lake, forest, so enormous and colorful I became dizzy. It wasn't just the horizon but the entire sphere of the sky.

Small furry creatures shoved in a compact in a purse. Took them in my apartment and they all leapt out. I realized then that the apartment was full of cats. I threw the cats outside. After, could only locate one, morphing from wounded furry mouse-like to owl on stilts to snake with large head.

The class was unruly, playing loud music from a box radio, shifting about, uninterested. The boards were covered with papers and falling down. The content was unclear, my lesson plan missing. The book was disorganized. As I turned my back to assign homework the class left, ten minutes early.

Next day, the class was so far away and soon.  Books to carry and papers: the bag broke so I left it. The way uncertain, strangers unhelpful, roads misleading. Beer fests, old timers making brass handles with tall machines in my way. I screamed. I felt I was trying to do right but it was all against me.