There are two dreams that regularly populate the sleep of Jimmy Murray. In the first Barb is annoyed with him. “But you’re dead,” he says to her, “everyone thinks you’re dead. We had a funeral.” Barbara is not happy. She’s tired of picking up after him, she says, can’t he help her sometimes? She knows he works hard, but so does she. “Just pick up your socks and hang up your towels,” she tells him. Jimmy tries to tell Barbara that everyone thinks she’s dead, but she won’t listen. Then he wakes up. He wakes up and lays there in the dark double bed. He spreads his legs to prove to himself that he is alone and then he pulls himself in close, turns on his side and looks toward the wall in the dark. He can’t see anything, really, and that helps.
In the second dream Barb is on a gurney. She is b
