In my dream I have just come back, though the streets seem different and time isn't passing the way it should. Everything in this small town seems larger, but with less in it and I do not run into anyone I know. The dream before is more a nightmare - floors keep filling with water, bones, blood, missing hands and arms and we may have something to do with it. The elevator comes; I am trying to make it look better. An old friend waits for me inside the apartment on the couch. I have left the door open so we know the other is still there.