I walk across a field and then around it. I walk over the plants. Others don’t like that.

I am in a hotel room with C. I open my guitar case, but the guitar is missing. I will have to play my other guitar. In the hotel room there is a piano lid; the wood is dark and reddish. Strange. There are mattresses on the floor with messy bedding. The children slept here. I open the door to the balcony. There is frozen water on it. I see the background, foggy and blurred. I want to take a photo of it. When I look through the camera, I see that the water is flowing like a river. Then we leave the room. I return, and two boys run toward me. They are fast. I run slowly to the lobby, where a woman is coming down the stairs. I go to my hotel room. A cleaning cart is standing in the hallway in front of it. I find the key we had been looking for in my pocket and unlock the door.