Vera and I are going with my dogs out for a hike, heading across Portland toward Mt. Hood. We're looking out across the whole city (like from some high point on the west side, looking east), and I see some people on a rooftop, whom I come to recognize as my dad and a couple of my brothers, at some sort of party.

We stop to see them, and they have these huge bowls of some kind of sweet food. Dad tells me that they have way too much to eat, and we're really hungry, but they don't offer us any.