I’m sitting a dining room table and Ralph is sitting across from me. He’s holding a chrome-plated butterfly knife and he’s twirling it in his hand. He’s very adept at this which baffles me. I’m holding two desk of old cards and I’m shuffling them. Gil is standing to my right between Ralph and I, and we’re chatting. I look directly to my right at a doorway to a kitchen. John and Ron are in there talking and coming toward me. I continue shuffling.
Odd, really not sure about this one as it doesn’t make sense. Ralph with the knife is incongruent.
