As recounted by Mathew Serig:
I was back on the farm in Vermont. I walk up the steps of the front porch, go thru the door into the mud room, then thru the next door into the kitchen/dining room. I see my parents sitting at the table. I take my seat between them.
Mathew, “Ma?” She turns and looks at me, “Who are you?”
Mathew, “Whattaya mean who are you? It’s me, Matt.”
Margret Serig, “Matt? Matt who?”
Mathew, “You’re son, Matt.”
Margret, “I don’t know any Matt. Get out of my house.”
Mathew, “Ma, it’s me.”
Margret, “Get out of my house.” I turn to the old guy. He’s trying to eat some soup but it keeps dribbling out of his mouth. I go to wipe his mouth. He yells and bats my hand away and he goes back to the soup but leaves the spoonful mid-air between the bowl and his mouth.
Margret, “Ma! Dad! There’s somebody in the house! There’s somebody in the house! Carol! Barbara! Help! Help! There’s a stranger in the house!”
Mathew, “Jus’ calm down.” I turn back to my dad and soup is dribbling non-stop out of his mouth, the spoon still in mid-air. Things start going very fast now back and forth between my mom and dad.
Margret, “Carol! Carol! Get dad! Who’s this man?” Looking at me, “Who are you? Oh hi, Mom. Did you see Joey at the Five and Dime? He was supposed to teach me the new dance today.” The old man is shaking/jerking to the side and making a low grunting sound, spoon still being held mid-air. Margret, “Dad, Dad! Get out of my house. Where’s my son?!” Looking at me, “Oh, hi, Joey. I like Coney Island, I’m glad you took us here. Dad! Dad! Ma! Carol, Carol!” The scenes repeat of my mother and father acting strangely. Non-stop repeating. My mom sometimes screaming at me, sometimes thinking I’m one of her parents, or someone else; my dad with a constant stream of soup trickling out of his mouth and rocking movements and sounds. It feels like I can’t get out of the chair and things are closing in on me. I feel like I’m getting smaller and my parents and the table and chairs are high above me. I just hear the non-stop noise and can see them like I’m at my normal height, but they feel above me, on top of me, oppressive. I feel a pain in my chest and a sinking feeling. Things start to go dark in the kitchen and the noise is far away. I’m crying silently. I hurt too much to make a sound. The pain in my chest pulling me towards the floor. My head is on the floor. Everything around me is dark. If I try to raise my torso the pain in my chest causes me to cry more and I’m pulled back down. I’m like this for some time. I don’t know how long. A pool starts to form in front of me. A pool of tears? Out of the pool I see a face. A pale, female face, with a wreath of flowers on her head. She comes up out of the pool enough so her forehead touches mine. I feel calm. She reaches around me and gently pulls me into the pool with her. Everything goes dark.
