Epilogue (sorta):

 I had a dream last night. I was driving my car  with my daughter and grandson as passengers. M. had some type of appointment in Troy, interview, audition or something. She depended on me to drive her there. Her son was apparently just along to keep her company, as he was meeting someone else after her meeting. I knew the way to where we were headed, as I'd been on that route before. But somehow, instead of driving straight ahead to her destination, I forgot and made a right turn as if I were going to Albany. I realized I had nade a wrong turn and tried to correct my course. In so doing, I drove through every brick that had ever been placed in a building in the city of Troy. City block after city block, back streets, buildings after buildings, some familiar and some I'd never before seen.  

  Somewhere along the way, her son said something like, Hey, Did you hear Mom broke her teeth? I was horrified at the thought of her missing teeth, and asked what happened. Instead of answering, she embarked upon another subject, on a rather  innocuous topic. I was anxious to find out about the tooth, so I said, "That doesn't matter." Well, she said. it matters to me, and she opened her mouth to show a chipped back molar. I was relieved and asked how it happened, but she was angry at my perceived lack of concern, and did not answer. And she also told me that she would be riding home with a friend, not me. I was worried that I would be unable to find my way back,  certainly not by the long and adruous journey by which we got there.

But that concern was to pale in comparison with what was to come. After I parked the car, we had to walk to the designated building. That journey was even more complicated and exhausting, at least to me. It seemed it was all uphill.  And it was getting dark and it started to rain.My feet were getting wet.  I was afraid I might not make it, but after  another  long and complicated journey, this time on foot, we arrived at the building. 

One might think that would be the end of the tale, but that would not be correct. This was the largest building I'd ever been in, in terms of long and tortuous hallways and foreboding-looking doorways, but we finally got to her appointment. 

  From what I gathered, the visit accomplished for her what was intended, but the rest of the adventure faded into oblivion. My dreams never seem to have a beginning and an end. So far anyway.