I'm hardly there at all.

I had a dream last night. I have strange dreams.

I was a ghost, a wandering spirit, exploring my old haunts. I was at home, in Phoenix. I went to the Matthews house. Nobody was there, but then an old woman came out and saw me. I was surprised, because I didn't expect to be such a conspicuous phantom as to be noticed by the first person to pass my way. After a quick exchange of "Who are you?" and such talk, it came out that she was a spirit too.

I think I went to the Cannon's, too. They were still there.