I was with my late mother in Chicago.
We were at a high rise hotel together but somehow I had become separated from her.
I ended up out on the street, spiraling farther and farther away with every step and attempt to return.
It was raining.
I lost my shoes.
I was on an endless parade of buses, subways, trains, escalators and walkways but I never got any closer to the white hotel on the hill or reconnecting with my family.
In fact I was caught on pretzel like freeways that obscured my return with every revolution. I was in a panic and it felt dangerous.
I was completely lost.
The statues on the sides of the buildings were animated, moving and whirring in my direction like creepy automatons.
Gothic figures with a touch of Disney small world.
Street hustlers were sizing me up for the kill, like a cartoon wolf imagining a lamb on a platter.
I woke up.