Ann: Is it possible Rosa could have appeared to me as a slightly androgynous hispanic man? I was crouched by a sidewalk. You were there, sort of connected to me but unaware at the same time. A little girl came skating or skipping along, plopped down in this big puddle of dark mud that covered one of the sidewalk squares, wallowed around, then got up and went on her way, turning right and going up the next block over. Then a young man came jogging down the sidewalk, slipped in the mud and fell flat on his back. It looked like it would have hurt, but he was laughing! He got up and kind of shook himself off. You went to him and hugged him and held him up for a minute, which he seemed to think was funny but not unpleasant. Then a little boy about the same age as the little girl came along and dipped his hands in the mud and smeared it all over himself, went along. So then this bronze-skinned person, whoever it was, appeared in front of me, face-to-face, very close on the ground by the sidewalk. With you helping to translate a bit, I gathered that he/she was telling me that if I continued to avoid the mud I would have a much greater fall than any of those people had. Also I asked (again with help from you on word choice) whether or not I was going to get a long drink of water. You mean Cassie? he/she said, Yes, if she chooses to follow you or something like that. Im not sure what all thats about. (Before that there was a place where people, mostly men, gathered to have sex with each other. I had to leave to train this guy (slightly scruffy, flannel-wearing, a little doofusy but kind of appealing to me) on the AB Dick presses. He wasnt really paying attention, and I said, Hey! When I came here I was just about to get fucked up the ass! He said, Why do think I went there? sort of implying that he had gone there to seduce me, not in fact to learn the presses, and I went to him and we started to embrace but these three people showed up, and one of them looked like Donna from That 70s Show, and I asked her if she had any drugs and she said no but we could be superheroes and so the four of us ran around wearing flamboyant capes and stuff. We split up in this official/luxurious building, her and one guy going into one elevator, and me and the remaining guy (who looked like an older version of Michael from Capoeira class) went into another one. There was at first a woman in there with us, nervous; she changed her mind at the last minute and Michael tried to stop her but I said let her go, dude. She went into the other elevator through a connecting side door that slid open just long enough to allow her through. The elevator moved in a corkscrew motion, kind of making me queasy. We sort of got stuck on it but not really. Before that there was something about Bryant Parks and me running around.... Also all four dogs (including Greta) escaped from this large backyard of a place we were staying, because these construction workers or tree trimmers or something left all the gates open. They all came back in though, Dexter went right into the house (which looked like a cross between grandma & grandpas in SD, ruths moms house, and something bigger), and the others milled around while we looked for leashes.