HomeRiver

3 am. I arrive at my old elementary school. We're about to play a game, most likely soccer. Walk onto the field area and notice that the school building is gone, it's just fields. Someone says there are no schools left in NJ. People start playing a game and I'm on the sidelines kind of sad because I don't fit in because i don't know how to play. It's like a game where people spread out, throw something into the air, catch it and then continue to throw it. Finally, i get involved. Sit at a table with my sister and another unspecified family member. Sister is a little unhappy to be with me. Several times i catch it and throw it. There are many hands in the air above me so that I cannot catch it. I throw a blue stuffed animal after several fake outs and then throw it but nobody catches it and it falls into the mud. There is the sense i did something wrong. All these people in uniforms show up and they are angry with our game. There is a sense of fear in the group but not fear that comes from having life in danger. There is a "commercial" in my mind of somebody eating chicken meat and preparing a beef stock like liquid. It's very thick. I recall that somebody once kept a stock for several year, using all types of meat.