Dreams and Things

I am in a big house. It has a lot of rooms but I am not completely cognizant of this. I know about them but my attention is focused on the room in which I find myself. I am seated in a large kitchen at a large, thick table with food and soda scattered about on it. An indistinct show is is playing on a large, old-style (not flat screen) TV on top of a large refrigerator to the right and rather far from the table. Several people are seated at the table talking but I cannot see or hear them. I am slightly uptight. I am wearing jeans and unaware of my shirt. It might be a t-shirt. Seated across from me is Janis. She is the twenty-year-old young woman I married and not thirty five when she left me. I feel a deep sadness about losing her but for now I am angry and we are arguing. The argument is aimless like lovers have. It reaches a fever pitch and Janis screams at me that she has found someone else to love instead of me. I raise my voice over the din and dominating the...