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 Women are discussing sexual arousal and one of them - she looks a lot like Carmen - is squatting higher than the others on a table or pedestal, her legs opened very wide to display her genitals. Urine or juice is dripping from her vagina and her labia are misshapen, varicose and grossly swollen. I think she is posing for a medical picture of a prolapsed vagina. The labia retract gruesomely, like the mouth of the monster in Alien...
 In a ski resort. On the wall are demonstration samples of the ski equipment available, including what seems to be two metal disks chained together. A fellow in line in the rental area shows me one version of the device: a flat disk about two feet wide, with two recessed, overlapping shells underneath, as if the lids of an eye or the closed shells of a clam - the whole thing made of cast aluminum or plated steel. He mentions the popularity of the invention but I wonder how it is used and why anyone would prefer it to a normal pair of skis...
 I am dancing in my parents' bedroom (before the remodeling, perhaps at age 6 or so), listening to Ravel's Bolero on the radio. Then music is playing as if inside me, the Schubert B-flat piano sonata...
 I have gone alone to the cabin and notice that an added flat rock would connect the stone-paved path with the road that runs close by. Trees are growing all around; the path of dark earth leads into a garden. I discuss my pathway plan with others. A stone is being lowered in place - oblong and flat, over 200 pounds, covered with lichens. It's a nice stone, but I think some digging will be necessary to fit it into the ground...
 Back at the institute. I meet two young men. We are making visa arrangements with an official, a woman who may be a nurse, and then we leave as a group. We go out through a cavernous lobby; I look up at the high ceiling and see large colorful maps lacquered over the entire ceiling and rafters and down the walls like wallpaper. The effect is almost like a planetarium, and I pause, staring up, trying to decipher the cities and countryside. But we have to leave before I can...
 We're all in a car. One of the boys is driving and I am sitting in the back seat. We pass through a valley on a dirt road raised 40 feet or so above agricultural fields. The car is black and old. There is construction ahead, machines and men. The road is wet and treacherous: we almost skid down the embankment. I calmly say "You have to be careful, if we slide off the road it will take us a very long time to get out." The boy slows and we look ahead to the next hazard...