15

 In the dressing room of a men's clothing store. It seems like I've left a dinner at a restaurant, with my family or others, before coming there. Something about changing clothes, something about wetting my pants or shitting my pants...
 Traveling on foot with two other people, we reach a large stone cliff. We mount stairs with gray metal guardrails that have been cut into the rock, but they are narrow and treacherous. At some places the guardrails are nearly vertical and I must pull myself up as if climbing a rope. Feeling weakness in my hands and arms, afraid of falling, and barely able to manage the climb...
 I am on a very high bicycle, the seat ten or twelve feet above the ground, riding on lovely city streets filled with bicycles of all sizes. The ride is very precarious and I just manage to keep my balance, and I am in constant peril of hitting other bicyclists. One cyclist seems to want to cut in front of me, I wave him through urgently so as not to break my forward speed...
 We all have to make up a joke. I am given a prompt - something about a man and his dog. So my joke is that a man is walking along and is splashed on his trouser cuffs by a car passing through a puddle; and he's given a ticket for violating the leash laws. (The policeman mistook his wet cuffs for the work of the dog.) Nobody laughs, they all just stare at me...
 Sera and I are looking through condominium style apartments in a bland tract: in the living room (modern, newly constructed, view of lawns and spindly new trees). On a large satin-covered bed in the center of the bedroom is an enormous silver tray piled high with sliced oranges. At the corner of the bed where I sit down I find a small fortune cookie with a gold paper fortune that begins in English but ends in Chinese. Sera eats some of the oranges...