Sleep Dreams.  I’m at some sort of eatery / bar, a chain type of public place in a Lakewood-type area, west of Denver. I’m with Sally Smith. It’s been like an FAC, everyone else has left. It’s night. I say that I’m going to walk home to Denver. Sally, surprisingly, says she’ll join me in the walk. I realize I’m barefoot, but figure that I can make the walk nonetheless, since a lot of it will be through mud. When I mention mud, I figure Sally will back out. But, instead, she looks at her almost white, stylish shoes and says that, while not ideal, the shoes will be fine for walking. We set out, at first along a high-traffic street, like 6th Ave. Then we reach what is like N.W. Denver and walk on sidewalks. We have moved from Suburbia to City, where I feel more comfortable. I wonder how Sally is faring, but she looks fine, no fear or worry in her eyes, unphased by the walk, strong and grounded. City types, eccentric folk, are out on porches.