I am walking up wooden stairs with my arm around my wife or girlfriend who is quite a bit shorter and younger than I am and is wearing a brown sweater. I realize that she is not Darchelle and am confused when I remember that I am married to Darchelle. She tells me that she will not be with me forever because she wants to have children, but I am okay with that because I am dying, and I think I tell her that. We passed a tall young man who is standing on one side of the stairway and he grabs my wife by her breasts, reaching from behind her, but that seems to be okay with both her and me. Perhaps she will get together with him, I think.
We reach a landing where the stairway turns left and ascend a few more steps to the top of the staircase. While we are standing there, two women across the hallway from us are nuzzling each other. They are in middle age, rather tall, slender and attractive. I assume they are partners. A young man comes up to us and offers us something like hors d'oeuvres from a round tray. Then the young man who had grabbed my wife by the breasts comes up to the landing below us and begins talking with us. He is affable and attractive, quite tall with a round face topped by an unruly wave of orange hair. I feel a sense of relief that he seems to be a good person.