The landing in front of my door had been barricaded with wooden crisscross patio dividers so I couldn’t get out. I didn’t know why I was locked in, but I could hear disturbances outside, like sirens and cars honking. The barricades didn’t look too strong, but I wondered why they were there.

Then I realized the doorbell was ringing and I had been dreaming and woke up. I went to the door and a few neighbors were there. They seemed upset about something going on and wanted to come in and talk about it. So I let them in, and tried to find comfortable places for them to sit, though the dining room table was full of stuff. I wanted to offer them something to drink, but didn’t have tea. All I had was plain water. So I was frustrated about how to deal with the neighbors and it was unclear what they wanted to talk about.

Then I realized I was still dreaming and woke up again. This time I think for real, because I’m posting this blog entry. But I’m somehow left with an uneasy feeling that I’m not sure whether I’ve really woken up or not.