I was riding my long board in Durango. I was at the top of a steep and winding hill that turned into Main Street. I could see a festival taking place at the bottom of the hill. I stepped off my long board, but I didn't pick it up, and it began to roll down the hill. It picked up speed quickly and began to make S curves. The street turned into a snowy hill, and my long board started a small avalanche that began to take out the cars parked alongside the road. They all tumbled together into a big heap at the bottom of the hill. I made my way down the sidewalk toward the pile-up, but it disappeared by the time I reached it. I didn't see my long board anywhere, and I walked along through the festival, looking behind bushes and in yards and under parked cars.

I came to a large, open house. It was an old Victorian on the corner, and I went inside. It was very dark, and I passed from room to room. There were many people in each room and in the hallways, getting dressed, sleeping, eating, meditating, and making jewelery. There were food containers everywhere, and I ate something black and slimy out of a take-out carton. I asked everyone I passed if they had seen my long board. They all smiled, but acted very sly and mysterious. No one would tell me anything, and it wasn't clear if they understood me or not. A woman took me into a dark room and pointed to a display of fused glass pendants. I repeated over and over what I was looking for, but she kept pointing at the pendants and didn't seem to understand. I went into another room to talk with another woman and learn more about who lived in the house. I didn't notice that a man was sleeping in a bed in the room, and I felt bad for being there. He got up out of bed, and like everyone else, just smiled and didn't seem to care that we were in his room.

I looked out the front door, which was never closed, across the street into the window of a second-story furniture store. The house was set high up on a berm, so I could see down into the store through the window. A pack of dogs was rioting through the store, knocking things over and barking and growling. I watched closely and saw that they were performing a routine, and that nothing was actually getting broken. One dog stood on his hind legs and swiped a lamp off of a table with his front paw and smiled at me. Five dogs lined up nose to tail in an open space then log-rolled together toward the window.

I spoke to everyone in the house, reminding them to look for my long board. They seemed to want to include me in their household, and I was pleased but wary. They lived very differently, and I wanted to be a part of their secret plan. I got into a large truck with a group of them, and we drove to the house of the man who had been sleeping. He drove, and I sat in the back seat with a large, blond man who kissed the back of my neck. I knew the driver and I were going to get together, and he smiled at me knowingly in the rear-view mirror and ignored everything else. When we got to his house, I stood on the front lawn and asked if someone could tell me which direction I should go to get home. I planned to hitch, but I needed to know which way to walk first. No one wanted to say, but someone inadvertently pointed east, so I set off in that direction feeling smug.