I was walking down a sidewalk and a chimpanzee on a motorbike comes toward me. As he gets close to me, he jumps off the motorbike and lets it fall to the floor, then flops down on the sidewalk on his back so I can rub his tummy.

D and J come to visit me. I go to meet them at the airport, but I apparently miss them walking off the plane, because everyone has gone by and I didn't see them. Finally, the pilot and stewardesses get off the plane, so I walk toward the baggage claim area, and I see them immediately.

He isn't as tall as I expected him to be, and doesn't look exactly like I thought he would, but I know who he is immediately.

I take his hand (his left in my right) and introduce myself.

We somehow arrive at what seems to be a church basement where a potluck dinner is going on. There are lots of women bringing in food; I see one woman drop a platter on the floor and a molded salad slides off as she watches in horror.

Everyone goes to get food--the buffet table is enormous--then they sit around in a circle and talk. Many of the women seem to be involved in a needlework business of some sort, and there are arguments going on about technique, but I don't get involved.

D is on the opposite side of the circle from me, and I wonder how we got separated and whether I should go try to talk to him. He gets up and walks over, and we stand in a doorway and talk, then the phone (actually, my alarm clock) rings.