With a woman (maybe twenty, long brown hair, a red sweater) again in the sun, playful, morning, but she must go off perhaps to be executed that same day, shot dead.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I knew it would cast a curse over us. We wouldn’t be able to do anything without thinking of that. I just wanted us to be US.”
So later she’s acquitted or pardoned.
Apartment complex in the woods, kissing with a married friend and her sister-in-law, both staying at my place.
Later, I return home, the door’s wide open (how obviously symbolic these can be!), and everything’s gone, especially my computer.
Well, there were all of those years between the divorce and a second marriage.
Jnana's Red Barn 
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