I dreamt my sister-in-law — really my girlfriend’s brother’s fiance, but this is the future — was pregnant, nearly to term, and both her husband and his sister were out of town. Not outside the realm of possibility. It was my responsibility to look after her. We had to go from the pool to Target, so I offered to drive. She had trouble walking while we were in the store, so I held her under her armpits to keep her upright. Neither of us was terribly thrilled about the operation, but this is how people help pregnant women manage walking, after all, and it’s been this way for as long as anyone can remember. Carrying pregnant women under their arms. A woman placed her hand over C’s belly; I didn’t notice right away, but when I saw she was keeping pace with us as we walked I looked down and saw her hand — just as C was saying “um, excuse me?” I grabbed the woman’s hand. I crushed two of her fingers. I heard them snap. “Don’t ever do that without asking,” I said. The woman looked at me and said “but it was Reki.” No, it wasn’t, I thought as we walked on. After we finished shopping I took C to her house, and then I swam to the community college, where I took the underground tunnels that lead to my basement. In the tunnels I realized a man was following me. I waited in ambush, and we he came around the corner he said “It’s me, Walter. From the meetings. Don’t you remember me?” I didn’t. I let him in. “I have to listen to the radio,” he said. Then he started speaking along with the radio. Stop, I said. Stop. I woke up. The radio was on.