So I'm packing to go home, and my mother tells me that the old woman didn't intend for me to take her records with me.
And then I'm simultaneously in junior high school and an adult, so that when I oversleep, I've missed an important test and a day at the beach with George, and who knew the basement of the house on Winstead could contain a whole ocean?
The second time I oversleep, I wake to discover that the beach is crowded and my ex-in-laws insist that they have to be the ones to drive me back to New York. They don't like me much; they have me sit where the seatbelt is broken and then drive like maniacs. But I have the last laugh: when they stop at the candy store, I manage to buckle up.
Then my ex-husband takes the wheel from his father, and he runs a woman on a skateboard off the road. She was trying to get to a rendevous point to meet her boyfriend, and if she's late he won't wait. I'm not sure if they offer her a ride or not. I don't think they do.
When I finally get home, I read the end of my dream in a book and I don't understand it at all.
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