Last night's dream:
Walking Ginger alongside my father in a very cement part of a city. The buildings are like molded cement. We're at a harbor. It's night, but warm. The air is wet from the recent rain that soaked the cement city.
I see part of a male face with worn leathery and acne-scarred skin looking at me from a sewer grate. He disapears. Ginger pulls off the grate , takes off her leash, and bounds into it. (The entrance is similar to the setup of a spider hole). I panic and call to her and she comes up, grins, and bounds back down. So I follow, Dad's waiting up there. I crawl down two levels and then I am in the main room, I guess the third level you could call it.
The leathery man, another ugly man and a woman who is thin but pleasant are all seated at keyboards in traingular formation playing music. Each plays they're own song, they're own rythm. They are all playing at a low volume so it can't be heard above. The songs are all diffrent but when they're being played at the same time it's like a light orhestra, and I sit there and listen for a while. When they finish, I notice they look homeless so I stick a dollar onto a needle that is holding a few other dollars. Ginger and I climb back up and Dad tells me Sam just suicided.
Shock, disbelief, crying.
He shows me the edge of the Harbor from where she lept. I look down, the water is choppy, black, and looks cold in this April weather. I begin to climb downwards to the water, its not a ladder. It's a series olf levels like the spider hole, a setup more fit for a Mario Bros game than an actual harbor setting. After countless levels I finnaly reach Sam, who is sitting there, alive, smoking a cigarrette. We can hardly see the top level where Dad is waiting with my dog. It's very dark here.