I am somewhere I should recognize but I don't. I ask a maid washing a car where I should go. I feel uncomfortable asking her because she is working so hard and I don't really want to interrupt. Although she is nice about helping me, I feel an under-current of cruelty just beneath the surface. She leads me down a street and I recognize a few things. I even tell her that I know where I am. When we reach the end of the street we are in a hub where all of the streets seem to meet. She leaves me there and, at first, I think I know which direction I am heading. I start down one street but soon realize that this is not the way I want to go. I see a couple approaching and stop them. They are very friendly, eager to help. Almost too eager. It's as if the two of them were drunk or stoned or something. But they show me a sign with all of the street choices on it. I don't see the street name I am looking for and they explain that one of these streets leads to the one where I want to be but they aren't sure which one it is. I then notice that some of the street names have images beneath or beside them highlighting various stores to be found along that particular street. I think that I recognize one of the storefronts but when I look more closely at the name I realize I had mistaken it for another store I remembered so I keep looking, hoping to see something I recognize.