ZUDEMA

12003 January 03

The class room was large and was filled with many students. I was talking to the person to the west of me when something at the front of the class, to the north, drew my attention. The class room was long north to south, and had plain white walls. The black counters along the eastern wall seemed cluttered with scientific implements. There was a square white column in the middle of the room, closer to the south, and the ceiling seemed fairly low. The other students in the room had been sitting in rows of wooden arm chairs which all faced the large blackboard on the south wall. There was on exit to the east of the blackboard which was recessed into the northern wall. The other students around me were all looking to the north, where all of the students had stood up suddenly and started walking to a door on the northern end of the western wall. The students seemed puzzled at first, and the teacher leaned on the black stone surface of his desk and looked questionably at them. The desk was a brown counter in front of the blackboard. As the students in the front rows filed out, i realized that there must be a fire alarm in the building somewhere. Everyone around me stood up with me and we walked to the door at the southern end of the west wall. I grabbed my jacket form the block counter at the back of the room, where the rest of my books had been sitting, and pulled it on. I was outside of the building instantly, looking back to the west. The building seemed quiet. I could not hear the fire alarms and wondered whether the drill was over. I rounded the southern end of the building and started walking to the north with the others, along the east of the building. I pulled on the black varsity jacket, thinking that i had finally gotten my jacked back from the person who had stolen it from me. The two young men walking in front of me turned and looked at the jacket as i pulled it on. I wondered whether they were suspicious of me wearing it. I then realized that the patch on the left breast of the jacket was orange. My jacket was black and red. I must have taken someone else’s jacket. I would have to explain that i grabbed the wrong jacket. I could return the jacket as soon as we were let back into the building. I was then to the north of the building talking to the other person. I answered his question and then turned to bead back to the south. I wanted to get back into the building to get my things. I had the black jacket draped over my shoulders. I turned to the east and found myself back in the classroom. I stood before the counter against the southern wall and started to pile my papers up. I then realized that i no longer had the jacket over my shoulders. I remembered wearing it when i had rounded the southeastern corner of the building, but i no longer had it on me. I thought that i must have dropped it. I pulled together a set of papers from on the counter and stacked them on top of a light-blue text book. I collected several other papers that were mine and got ready to put them in by bag. The teacher then seemed to be to the north of me again. He said something, and i replied as i put things in my bag. Some time seemed to pass while i was collecting my things. I looked to the south at the small black jet airplane. My father was standing near the tail of the airplane, which seemed to be some kind of military aircraft. I did not think that the aircraft would be able to take off in the small area between the buildings. My father stepped on the tail of the plane, lifting the nose of the plane into the air. It would be easier to fire the engines and lift the plane from the ground if it was tipped up. I then noticed that my mother and grandmother were in the cockpit of the plane. The nose of the tiny airplane rotated around to face to the east. As it stopped turning, i noticed that my grandfather was sitting in the rear cockpit of the aircraft. I wondered whether he was aware of what was happening to him.

12003 January 05

I was running with the others as we headed up the city street. The hill was very steep, and i was surprised that i was able to keep up with the other runners. I seemed to have been running with these people for a long time. I tried to think of something as i watched the people in front of me head up the hill. The man in front of me was wearing blue shorts and a white tee shirt. It felt good to be with these people again, but something seemed wrong.

I sat down on the eastern side of the table in the small restaurant. My relatives sat down at the table near me. The dark heavy wood table was in the center of the small alcove with benches on both the eastern and western sides. The alcove was framed by two narrow walls which had columns on the ends. My grandmother sat across from me, on the southern end of the western side of the table, and my other relatives sat around the rest of the table. There seemed to be a large window to the west of me. My relatives never quite got settled in their seats before the waiter came. The female waiter was wearing a white shirt and black pants. Her shirt hung baggy on her. As i stood on the west side of the table, i noticed that there was a second table on the northern end of the alcove, where some people were being seated. I noticed that there was a sign over the alcove which stated that the table was reserved for a party. I suddenly wondered whether all of the tables in the alcove were reserved. I looked at the wall to the south of the table and saw a yellowed piece of paper over the able with some words written in black calligraphic ink. The table that we had chosen was also reserved. The other members of my family were wandering around the area near the table. We were moving to another table. I started walking to the west as i spoke to $F34. This seemed to be a book signing, and it seemed that the others were just leaving. I spoke to $F34 as we left the restaurant. I stepped down the stairs at the entrance to the restaurant and started up the street to the west. $F34 was talking about something, and i spoke lightheartedly back to her. I felt as though i had just finished a good meal, but i said that i was considering stopping to get some ice cream. I felt distracted as $F34 continued to speak. She was talking very fast, and i was not really paying attention to what she was saying. I started floating as we continued to the west. We came to an intersection. $F34 turned to the south and then back to the north. She could not seem to make up her mind as to where she was going. I mentioned that the ice cream store was down the street to the east, to the northeast of the restaurant. $F34 then turned to the west and continued down the street. She crossed the street to the north and walked into the basement flat of a building. I followed her down the steps, into the small crowded office. The walls seemed to be covered with a dark red cloth, and the light in the room was very dim. This place seemed to be a doctor’s office. As $F34 continued to speak with the doctor, who seemed to be a psychiatrist, i started to feel uncomfortable here. I turned and floated out of the office and started back down the street to the east, toward the restaurant. I wanted to get to the ice cream shop to get a cone, but i thought that i should return the book that i was holding in my hand. I floated quickly back down the street, folding my knees up behind me. I was aware that the couple in the window of the restaurant could see me approaching. I spun around in the air, swinging my feet under me and landing on the wall of the restaurant, just to the south of the entrance door. The people watched me from the window to the south of the door. I thought that i must look impressive to them as i flew. I glided into the restaurant. The place now seemed to be very fancy, though the walls and ceiling still seemed worn. The small round tables across the room were covered with off-white table clothes, and the waiters walked through the tables, pouring drinks and waiting on people. I floated to the eastern side of the room, which was elevated from the rest of the restaurant. There was a thin wood railing along the western edge with some books in front of it. I stopped near the railing and looked down at the books on the shelves of the bookcase. They all seemed to be dark hard-cover volumes. I still had the book that $F34 had signed earlier that evening. I wanted to put it back where it belonged in the restaurant so that i would not have to carry it. I felt rushed as i turned and flew back across the restaurant to the west. There was a set of books on a dark table to the west, and i thought that i could put the book i had with them. I mentioned to someone that i had to put the book back. I slipped it between the bookend and one of the other books on the table and then left the restaurant. I swung around just outside the door so that my feet were again on the wall no the south of the door. I was aware, though, that i was pushing against the glass of the large window rather than against the wood of the entryway. I wanted to push off and soar so that the people sitting at the table in the window could see me. I pushed off, spreading out my arms and flew down the street to the north. As i passed the branches of a green leafy tree, i was suddenly aware that it was very easy for me to fly. I suddenly knew that i was in a dream, and i started to feel the realization wake me. I did not want to wake up, because i liked the sensation of flight. I closed my eyes and tried to stay in the dream as the scene before me started to fade into white. I was then back on the street, flying to the north, toward the intersection of the streets. I had to turn to the east to get to the ice cream shop. I then felt silly for still wanting to eat. I knew that i had already eaten a large meal at the restaurant. As i started down the road to the east, i was in the country, with wide grassy fields on either side of the road. A power line ran along the south side of the road, suspended by tall wooden poles. It seemed to be getting dark, and i was having trouble seeing where i was going. I was aware of a car behind me, so i tried to fly faster. I wondered whether anyone would be bothered by me flying along the road. There was then a police car sitting on the south side of the road. I passed it, thinking that they might try to stop me. I continued flying, as though nothing was wrong. The flashing lights then lit the road under me and reflected off of the passing poles. The police car was following me. I opened up my wings again and lifted suddenly into the air, knowing that the police could not follow. I felt irreverent. As i soared high above the road, there seemed to be a forest to the south of me, at the southern end of the narrow field.

12003 January 07

I was standing in the small lab with $A14. We were standing in front of the black counter that was along the north wall. I was watching myself from just over the western end of the counter. $A14 was standing to the east of where i could see myself standing. The walls of the room seemed to be crowded with equipment, and there was a door in the middle of the south wall. Someone else came into the lab. I was now back in my body, and i looked to the southwest, where the other people were. The woman with the long straight blonde hair was sitting in front of the counter on the eastern side of the south wall. There was a computer in front of her which had no monitor. The man was standing to the west of her, just in front of the closed black door. I noticed that the top of the computer was open and that there was a circuit board leaning against the western side of the computer. The circuit board had flashing yellow and green diodes on it, and i told $A14 that it looked “very cool”. I turned back to the computer after saying this to $A14 and noticed that there was a blue arc of light from inside the computer. This machine had been designed to look very interesting. It was in a dull grey metal case and had several spires rising out of the center of it. Thin wisps of blue plasma arched between the spires. There was something very attractive about the way that it looked. I then started to feel strange. I wondered whether the magnetic fields that were forming the slow plasma were affecting me. I thought that they might be dangerous. I told $A14 that the magnetic waves from the machine were affecting me, but he did not understand what i was talking about. He did not really believe that i could sense them. I could feel a tingling down the insides of my arms which continued across my hands and into my ring and pinky finders. I held out my arms, telling $A14 about the sensation in my hands. I knew that he did not believe that anyone could be affected by such things. I suddenly started to feel strange in the center of my torso. I bent over, leaning against the counter to the north of us. I thought that i was making the symptoms seem more intense than they actually were, but i did feel as though i might pass out. There was something wrong with me, and i could feel the tingling sensation intensifying.

I walked into the large white house from the south. I was following the small group of people into the house. I felt that there was something going to happen. I did not trust the people that i was walking with. The front room of the house was white, with many small round tables around the room. This place was a fancy restaurant, and the people were dressed formally. Waiters were wandering through the room, but the people whom i had come in with drew guns and started threatening the people in the room. Several of the gunmen started shooting random people. I knew that this situation was horrific, but i felt that i was safe and comfortable with what was going on. I did feel a little worried that they might shoot me, but i felt confident that i could go unnoticed in the room. I walked to the north, into the next room of the house as the gunmen shouted and threatened the people in the restaurant. They were collecting money and jewelry from the customers. Several people from the small room to the north wandered out into the main dining room, confused and shocked at what was happening. I stopped in the doorway to the room and turned around. One of the men with the guns walked in front of me, pointing his automatic weapon at the people in the room. He was wearing a green canvas shirt and had black hair. I felt confident that i could meander through the scene without getting shot. I then noticed a man on the stairs to the west of me. The stairs ascended to the west before turning to the south against the western wall of the room. The man seemed to be dressed in a dinner jacked and white shirt. He hesitated on the steps as he noticed me looking at him. He was frightened. Realizing that i was not going to draw attention to him, he glanced at the man with the gun near me. I smiled at him, knowing what he was thinking. He turned and ran back up the stairs. The bandits continued taking things from the people in the room. I knew that they were near their time limit and that they would have to leave soon before the police came. I wandered to the west, where there was an outside door in the wall, just to the south of the stairs. I looked out into the back yard of the place. There was a steep hill leading down from the door. The woods at the back of the house were bare, and there was a light covering of snow on the ground. The hill sloped down into the narrow valley where the creek was. I thought that the hill was too steep for a quick escape; it would be hard to climb. As i walked away from the door, however, the bandits were moving toward it. They called to each other as they ran out the back door of the house and down the hill. I walked casually back through the main dining room, heading to the south. I thought that i should leave this place before the police arrived. I walked out the front door of the house and started across the gravel parking lot outside. There were several concerned people rushing to the house. An older man in a red and white plaid shirt appeared from behind the south end of the tall wooden vertical-slat fence which was along the eastern edge of the parking lot. He looked panicked as he awkwardly hurried across the lot to the house. I reached out my arms and tried to fly, thinking that it would get me away from this place faster. I did not want to explain why i simply watched as the others were accosted by the bandits. It seemed hard to fly, but i strained, lifting off of the ground and starting to the southeast.

12003 January 09

I was in the living room with the others. We were talking about something. They felt like friends of mine. One of the men sat on the couch to the southwest of me. The low couch was facing south, and there was a coffee table in front of it. The second man stood at the eastern end of the couch, directly to the south of me. He started to reach for my head, trying to wrestle me to the ground. I rolled back as he started to pull me to the ground. I then realized that he was leaving his side open. Our motions seemed to be slow, and i was surprised that i could get under his arm so easily. I lifted his right leg and pushed him over onto his side, sliding my left arm under his right and around his head. It seemed too easy to get him into a headlock. I leaned onto him, wondering how i was able to pin him so easily. The match was fun, but i did not think that i was as good as i seemed to be.

12003 January 11

I stood in the middle of the living room with the others. Some of them seemed to be relatives of mine. There was a young boy near me who kept hanging around me. I felt uncomfortable around him. He seemed like a toddler, but his body was proportioned like an adult. His face was large and round, like and infant. He hugged by leg tightly as i spoke to someone. I felt uneasy near the boy. It seemed as though he was making a sexual advance toward me. I pushed him off of my leg and walked to the south, down the length of the living room. There was a pale green couch along the south wall of the room. I continued to move around the room. I seemed to be visiting this place. The boy walked near me again. He now seemed to be considerable older. He now looked like a normal teenager. He was wearing a pair of blue gym shorts, and i could see that his upper body was nicely proportioned and detailed. However, i thought that he was too young to really be attracted to. It was obvious that he was interested in me, though. He moved toward me and started touching me again. I felt very uncomfortable and push him away. My mother was then to the south, arranging something with some of my other relatives. The room still seemed filled with people. A group of people then started to the east, through the door on the north end of the room. A woman to the south of me motioned to the mattress which was now on the floor to the south. There were a few dark-red and green sleeping bags on top of the thin white mattresses. The woman said that i would be sleeping on the floor with the young boy. She was putting us in the same room because we were both young. I did not want to sleep near the boy, though, because i knew that he would simply make an excuse to be close to me. I turned and headed toward the door in the northern end of the eastern wall. Then something changed. My perception seemed suddenly distorted, and i tried to focus. The people in the room were moving slowly. Something had affected the space around us, making it hard to concentrate. I tried to focus, aware that someone had come to the room. I thought that the extraterrestrials were here. They were gathering the people that could be useful. I had not been chosen, however. I knew that they were looking for certain traits in people, and i was not quite perfect. I looked to the southeast, were several of the people were moving. The extraterrestrials were saving people so that they would survive the coming change. I wanted to be one of the people they chose. The salvation seemed like going to heaven for a moment. I looked to the east again to see the queue of people who were not frozen by the strange field. They had been left unhindered. I thought that they were all very well built, and i suspected that good health might be a qualification that the others were looking for. I wanted to be well built, but i felt that i could not achieve it. Two men were walking down the hall toward me. They both looked attractive, and i felt a little envious. The man in front was wearing a red and blue plaid flannel shirt. He turned to talk to the other as they passed through the door and started to turn to the north. I recognized the other as someone i had seen in the gym many times. They walked to the north of me, and i looked at the rest of the people in the queue, which stretched down the hall, turning to the north as the end of it came into the room. I was standing now. I looked at the people on the line, thinking about their physical aesthetics. I then noticed a rather heavy man in the middle of the queue. He was wearing blue gym shorts. His belly hung over the shorts, and i realized that not all of the people were in shape and attractive. The man was turned to the northeast as he spoke to someone to the north. He had a rather plain face, with gristly black hair and beard. I thought that i might be able to go with the others. The others were suddenly coming. I hurried back into the living room and sat down on the ground where i had been when everything was frozen. I had to appear affected by the inhibiting field. As a man came into the room from an entrance in the southern end of the east wall, however, i turned my head to look at him. There was a white mast covering his face. It looked like a plaster cast, with thick square patches where the eyes would be. He saw me, and casually instructed me to do something. I acted frightened and backed away, screaming. The man raised his arms toward me, looking like a monster from an old Hollywood movie. I could sense that he was actually surprised by my reaction. He did not know that i had not been instructed by the others, and that i was conscious only by accident. He tried to calm me, and i stood up and started talking to them. Both of the others looked human now, and they had kythed with me, finding out why i was not aware of what was going on, like the others who were still conscious. I asked them if they were really the Vanir. I thought about the story that i had written which compared the Vanir to extraterrestrials. I was unsure about my notions, and i did not want them to think that i was being silly for believing in old myths. I thought that i should make something up so that they did not know what i was guessing, but i realized that they could kithe with me. I wanted to know what they were doing, and i wanted to be part of their group, but i still felt as though i did not belong.

12003 January 12

The loud sound cracked over our heads. I turned back to the northwest, talking to $Z. The edge of the forest was just to the north of us, along the shore of the lake. We were wading in the water, and i remembered swimming with the others. Something seemed out of place here. The weather did not seem to be bad, but i knew that the sound that we heard must have been thunder. I looked up, noticing that we were standing under a large metal structure. The structure seemed to be a high-tension power-line tower, but it was not as tall. I looked around at the others casually floating on the water as i mentioned my concerns about the lightning to $Z. No one seemed worried about being in the water while there was lightning. I looked around at the large metal beams that formed the metal dome above us. The large I-beams were brown, and were riveted together into triangular shapes. I was standing near the northern side of the circular structure. I still felt uneasy about the lightning, but did not think that there was as much to worry about. I thought that the dome might diffuse the charge of the lightning. I turned and looked to the southeast to see the others on the water. I thought that, if the lightning hit the water in the middle of the lake, it might diffuse before it got to us. We should be safe. I was then walking to the northwest, out of the water. I remembered walking along the shore of the river which drained the lake. This place was very familiar to me, and i thought that it was someplace in $P24. There was a sign just to the south of the path as we walked to the east-northeast. I pointed out the sign to $Z, telling him that i knew the place. I pointed to the south and told $Z that $P26 was right next to us. I said that we should be able to see the water. Looking to the south, i could see the line of pine trees which were blocking the view. We were heading up hill, though, so i thought that we might be able to get above the tree. I watched the blue water of the lake appear above the trees as we reached the top of the hill. $Z, who had been following me, passed to the northeast as i stopped to look at the lake. I told him that the water was Eagle Bay, but then thought that the name could not be correct. We were just to the north of the river which ran from the lake, and the bay was on the south side of the lake. The trail that we had been following seemed to have joined a dirt road just to the north of us. There seemed to be a house down the hill, to the south of us. I looked around at the horizon, noticing the buildings to the south-southeast. They were the towers of $P6. I pointed out the buildings to $Z. They seemed very close to us, but i knew that we were quite a way north of $P6. I pointed out the main towers, and then noticed the buildings to the east. Something did not seem right with the view. I started to be confused, and did not know where the buildings were. They did not seem to be what i thought that they were. I looked back at the towers on the west, realizing that they were really two silos standing to the east of a large red barn. I could not believe that i thought that they were the towers in $P6. They could not have been silos that i saw before. There must have been something else. I strained to see what was in the distance, and started to see a reddish image appearing in the sky over the silos. It was hiding in the haze of the sky. As the figure became clear, i thought that it was another silo, even though it was much large and farther away than the first two. As i watched it, i realized that it was the towers that i had originally spotted. All of the proportions around the horizon seemed distorted, though. I felt as though i was having trouble concentrating on what i was seeing.

I was in the small room of the building when i heard the fire alarms go off. I could barely hear them, and i wondered whether i should really leave the building. I had been changing my clothing. The walls of the small laboratory were white and shiny, with no features. The room seemed more like a narrow corridor. It stretched to the west, and there seemed to be a window in the eastern wall. The room also turned to the north, forming an L with the short end on the eastern end. I walked to the door to the north to leave the room, pushing my feet into my dress shoes as i moved. It seemed that i had just put my black dress pants on just before i left. I came out into the corridor of the building and turned to the west. Rounding the corridor on the western end of the hall, i ran into a man in a black uniform. He seemed to be one of the emergency workers. He ushered an older woman to the west, into a stairwell, telling her to head down the stairwell to get out of the building. He then added that she should be careful of the flames. I realized that there was a real fire in the building. I asked the man if the fire alarms were real, and he told me that they were. I felt concerned, and asked him if i could run back to the lab to get my things. I wanted to grab the rest of my formal suit. The man reluctantly nodded and said that i could get my things. I ran back down the corridor, thinking that i should throw my computer disk into by backpack. I did not want to lose the writing on which i was working.

12003 January 13

I got onto the bus and sat down. I was on my way to an interview. The bus started to move to the south, pulling out of the parking lot and turning to the west and the street. I suddenly realized that i did not have something with me. I would have to go back home to get the papers because they were important to the meeting. I could not do without them. I new that i was in $P18, and i thought that it would take me an hour to drive back to my house. I did not think that i would make it to the meeting on time, but i had to get the papers. I stood up and walked to the front of the bus, asking the driver if he could let me off, even though we were still near the parking lot. The driver continued to the west, down the slight hill of the road. I got off of the bus and walked to the northern side of the street. There was a convenience store on the north side of the road with bright red and purple lights over the door. I come to the sidewalk and started back up the hill to the east. I looked at the convenience store as i approached it. There was a set of cement stairs leading up to the door of the store on the western side of the store. I paused and looked at the brown and tan sign which covered the western side of the store. The sign seemed tan with brown cursive letters over it. Someone seemed to be watching me from the south.

12003 January 14

I rode in the car with the rest of my relatives. The car seemed small and crowded. I watched the small pale-tan Volkswagen Beetle drive to the east along the narrow road. It was dark out, and there was some structure to the north of us, which seemed to have train tracks on the top of it. The car drove to the east end of the structure and then turned north, heading up the steep sandy hill toward the tracks. I thought that the car would have to be careful in case a train was coming by. The car got stuck, though, and my view rotated around the back of the car to the east side. I stopped just to the northeast of the car. There was a train coming from the west along the tracks. It passed while i was moving around the car. I stopped to the north of the car, just after the train had passed. My father was standing to the southwest of me as i looked down at the brass rails of the tracks. Since the train already passed by, we should be able to drive the car down the tracks without having to worry about running into a train. I mentioned this to my father and asked whether we should put the car onto the tracks. I thought that the car would be able to ride on the rails with metal wheels. My father said that we would not need to worry about driving the car to the east. My relatives moved to the northeast, across the tracks. I turned away from them and started to the southeast, toward the train which was sitting on the tracks. The train had just passed us, but it was now sitting on the tracks, abandoned. I stepped through the front door of the train car, which now seemed like a bus. My father followed me onto the car. To the east, i could see several people sleeping on some of the red padded benches of the train car. They seemed like vagrants, and i knew that the train car had been abandoned for the night. I said something to my father and walked to the door of the car. The train was already moving to the west on the tracks. The dark wooden wall of the station was just to the north of us, leaving a narrow area between the train and the wall. I started to jump off the train, but realized that there was pole and a train stop just to the west of us. There were guide wires running from either side of the pole to the ground on either side of the train stop. I thought that, if i jumped off, i would not be able to stop running before i ran into the pole. I was then aware of my father standing behind me on the train. He would need room to jump off. I stepped off the train and came to a stop in front of the pole. I thought that my father had jumped off of the train on the western side of the pole. I turned to the east and started to run. We had to get back to the others. There was a light to the west of us from a train. We had to get back to the east before we were seen in the old factory yard. I jogged slowly at first, waiting for my father to catch up. Once i was sure that he was behind me, i sped up, running along the building to the east. We had to get out of site before the other train came by from the west. There was a light approaching us. As i ran, i was aware that i was no longer running along the outside of the building. I had turned to the northwest, down a narrow corridor which headed into the center of the building. There seemed to be many other corridors leading back to the south, but it was very dark, and i was not sure which corridor would lead back out. A light then passed to the south of us along the outside of the building, illuminating the damp walls of the dark corridors to the south of me. I turned back to the southeast, down a second corridor which i though would get me back to the outside of the building where the rest of my relatives were. My father was right behind me when i realized that i was in a grey corridor which was heading east. We had just passed through a room which was lighted, and i thought that there were people where who might not want us in the building. I started flying down the corridor, but i never really got that for from the lighted room. My father was running right behind me, and he grabbed my ankles as i floated in front of him. I chuckled as i tried to balance in the air near the wall. I was then aware that there was a man coming down the corridor behind us. He was a soldier guarding the people in the bright room. It had something to do with the extraterrestrials. My father motioned me to stay still, and i froze in the air near the wall. I watched the soldier pass, panning his gun in front of him as he cautiously moved. I thought that he would not be able to see us because we would blend into the grey wall on the south side of the corridor. After he passed, we continued to the east, more carefully than before. I thought about the colour of the walls of the triangular corridor. Both of the slanting walls were bright blue, though there was no light illuminating them. We came to the end of the corridor and found a door with a square window in the center of it. I cautiously looked through the crack between the door and the door frame. Looking through the window i could see the troops inside sitting on the floor, as if just finishing a meditation. I knew that we should not be here, and i felt nervous that the soldiers might find us. The people were being conditioned by the extraterrestrials. I did not want to be caught here. I turned back to the west and ran down the blue corridor to the room with the bright lights. I turned quickly to the south and ran toward the outside of the building. I realized that i was in a corridor heading to the southeast, in the direction where i had wanted to go.

I walked from the southeast, across the small living room, toward the man in the chair. The reddish cushioned chair was sitting to the west of the fireplace, which was in the center of the north wall. As i come close to the chain, a large bird flew over my head and landed on the mantle. It belonged to the man, so i commented on it to him. When i looked back to the mantle, however, i could see two birds sitting on the western side of the mantle ledge. They were mostly white, with grey feathers around their heads and on the tips of their wings. They looked like over-sized baby sea gulls. They pushed against each other, and i realized that they were trying to mate. The man told me something about the process. The birds were brought together for the purpose of mating. As the man spoke, the birds flew off to the east. I turned and walked in the same direction. I was then outside the old farm house, on wooden steps, outside the dull red door. The paint on the door and frame had been faded with age, and was chipping and worn.

12003 January 19

I left the kitchen of my grandfather’s old cottage and walked to the east, into the living area of the house. There were many people crowded around in this place, and they were all from $G3. The cottage seemed like $P19, and i knew that i was still living here. It felt strange to still be in this place, as though i should have grown out of it a while ago. As i approached the living room on the east side of the cottage, i could see some people gathered on the other side of a set of glass doors. The eastern side of the room was separated from the main section of the living room by glass windows, as though the eastern side was a porch. I spotted $F7 and $F18 standing among the crowd on the other side of the glass doors. I wanted to say hello to them, but they seemed to be it the middle of a discussion with some members of $G3. I stopped in the middle of the living room and watched them, telling $Z, who was standing to the southwest of me, that i knew both $F7 and $F18. I watched the discussion on the other side of the glass for a moment, noticing how serious they seemed. $F7 was standing on the southeast of the group, but he seemed to be pacing. $F18 was standing on the north side of the group, with several of $G3 facing her. I started to wonder whether they were discussing the money that $F18 stilled owed the house. I walked around the column in the center of the room, rounding it on the north, and i approached the group on the other side of the glass wall. $F7 spotted my approaching and walked to the north to meet me. He hugged me hello as i moved to the east of him. As we hugged, i realized that he seemed very affectionate. There might have been something bothering him, but i was distracted by his hugging. I felt uncomfortable being hugged in such a manner when the others could see. I backed away from $F7 and asked him how he was. We spoke for a moment, and i suddenly started to feel strange for living in the house. It seemed that i should have left this place a while ago.

I was in the room with the other people. The people in the room seemed to be from $P7. I was sitting on the northern side of a long table with several people around me. $F4 was sitting across the table from me, with a few women sitting to the west of him. He was talking about the key, trying to figure out what he had done with it. I remembered the key. It was something that i had taken care of just after graduation. I asked $F4 about the key, and he said that he was trying to remember where the key had gone. I talk him that i had the key during graduation. I was given the key so that i could do something with it, but i had missed part of the graduation ceremony, and could not give it back to the right person. I told $F4 that i could not give anyone the key during the ceremony, so i had given it to $A206. I pictured $A206 in his office, sitting behind his desk, wearing a blue business suit. $F4 seemed less worried about the key. I started to head to the east, taking the rest of my things with me. I thought about what i had told $F4, running the story through my head. I pictured $F4 sitting at the table as i told him about the key. I imagined him telling him what had happened to the key. I remembered that $F4 had given me the key before the graduation ceremony. “You asked your father for the key. Remember?”, i asked $F4. I opened the door of my car. I was to the south of the car, which seemed to be parked across the street, to the east of $P7. The car was facing the west as i leaned into the driver’s door and dropped by blue bag onto the passenger’s seat. I had something else in my hand, but i realized that i did not have my old nylon-string guitar. I backed out of the car, trying to figure out what i had done with the guitar. I doubted that i had simply left it someplace. I hoped that i did not leave it in the room where i had been talking to $F4.

12003 January 20

I paced through the area where the others were hanging out. There were several people who were musicians in the area. We seemed to be standing in front of a small one-level house. The small yellow house was to the northwest of us, with its door almost directly to the north of me. There was a group of people standing on the lawn to the west of me, and a person playing an instrument to the southwest. The person with the instrument was decorated as a large desk. I thought that the drummer should have been decorated as a desk because it was a bigger instrument. It would be awkward for a bass player to wear something so large. I thought about these things as i started walking to the east-southeast. As i walked, i noticed a drummer to the south of me who was disguised as a large boat. I kept looking at him as i passed to the east. The boat looked like a small sailboat, and i thought that it was an appropriate decoration for a drummer. I remembered my comments about which instruments should be decorated at what. I turned to the east and said something about the band to the person standing there. I then turned back to the west and started heading back to the house. I thought about the band as i passed the drummer again. I was reminded of sailboats and felt like writing a song about them. A tune came into my head. It sounded light and airy, and it reminded me of the song “Sailing”. I thought that i could write something equally as emotional. I heard the cymbal rhythm in my head as i approached the table where the others were sitting. I stood near them, trying to figure out the melody. The people around me then seemed to be part of a large crowd. I walked to the west again, past the person who seemed to be a drummer dressed as a ship. He now looked familiar, with a thin frame and fuzzy blonde hair. Someone mentioned that he was a wrestler, but i did not think that he looked like a wrestler. He seemed too thin. I then remembered that there was a difference between wrestling and grappling. The latter was more of a martial art. I looked to the west as i thought about this, noticing the crowd of people in the audience of the theatre. I saw $A14 in front of me, maneuvering into his seat. I thought of his son, who was somewhere in the audience. The announcer then called $A14’s son up to the stage to receive a reward for wrestling. My vision panned over the audience until it stopped on the young face of a man with long brown hair. The man smiled and stood up as his name was called. The announcer then announced the winner of the grappler in the audience, and my vision focused on the tall thin man with fuzzy blonde hair. He must have more muscle than i thought if he was a good grappler. The announcer said that his name was “Brass Knuckles”. I thought that it was a name more for show. The man must be one of the grapplers who gets videotaped for the internet wrestling sites.

12003 January 21

I rolled over on the large white mattress to see the other boys standing around me. The mattress was on the floor. I was lying with my head to the east, and there was another man sleeping to the south of me. A young man stood just to the north of me, with several other boys around him. He seemed to be in his late teens, but still looked skinny and featureless. There was a slightly older boy in the room, who seemed to be more my age. He seemed like he might have been someone i knew from high school. He was mock wrestling with some of the other boys in the room. I felt concerned, because he was grabbing people in sleeper holds. He was one of the people who tried to rule over the others. He grabbed the skinny boy who had been standing near me and pulled him to the floor to the west of me. I sat up to see the older boy wrapping his arm around the younger boy’s neck in a sleeper hold. The older boy was asserting his authority, but i thought that me might actually kill the younger boy for not being strong enough to survive here. The younger boy winced as he struggled to get out, but i could see that he was starting to fall unconscious. I did not want the younger boy to be hurt. I thought that i could wrestle him. As i stood up from the bed, i saw the younger boy to the west, reaching for the bottom of a fancy lamp which was hanging from the north wall. The lamp was dark yellow, the same colour as the walls, and had an inverted trefoil design where it was mounted to the wall. The outside flourishes on the bottom of the lamp come out from the wall. All three of the flourished sections on the bottom of the lamp were ridged and decorated to look victorian. The younger boy was standing when he reached up and grabbed the western most flourish of the lamp and lifted himself up from the floor. He quickly pulled himself up to the ceiling and then lowered himself back down. This was a test of strength. The older boys would let him live because he could complete it. I turned to the east, thinking that i could have easily passed the same test. I imagined that i could have pulled myself up with enough force to allow me to swing from branch to branch of the wide fancy light fixture on the ceiling. The fixture was decorated in the same fashion as the one on the wall, but the flourishes stretched out in a star-shaped pattern. I stepped over the person who had been on the bed to the south of me, inadvertently pulling the white sheets over him. I bent over for a moment to look at him. He seemed like $A72. I then continued to the west, thinking about what i had to do this morning. I remembered that i had been making something the night before that i had to finish cooking. I took a sip of the orange liquid from the glass pitcher that i was holding in my right hand. There was a small white cup in my left hand which seemed to have the same liquid in it. This was the drink that i had mixed the night before. I could still taste the alcohol in it, but i knew that the drink was not yet finished. I still had to add some more things, but i did not know what to add. I placed the glass blender pitcher on the metal shelf which stretched across the center of the kitchen area, dividing a small section of the room to the west form the main area. There was someone else in the kitchen, who was doing something near the black industrial stove on the eastern wall. I walked around the southern end of the shelves to get something, and then headed back to the east. There was a doorway in the west wall, to the north of the stove, which let into a pantry. I walked in, thinking that the drink would need something to make it bitterer. The orange juice was sweet, and i wanted to balance out all of the flavours. I placed the container an the top of the large, black and silver, industrial stove which was against the east wall of the pantry. There was a separated bulb of garlic on the metal hood which was over the stove. I thought that i could use the garlic, and i collected the cloves with my right hand. As i gathered them, i realized that someone else might have broken up the bulb and left it on the hood for their use. I collected the cloves that i had dropped on the stove and placed them back on top of the hood. I then walked to the west, back into the main kitchen, still trying to think of what i could add. I thought that i could add some liquid nutmeg extract, but decided that it would only make it sweeter. The chef, who was still cooking at the stove on the eastern wall, suggested that i put garlic into the mix. He was to the south of me. I told him that i had already used garlic in the original mix. I had to think of something else.

I looked down at the ground as someone talked about the weather. I was floating far above the land and could see the Atlantic shoreline. I knew that the peninsula at the bottom of my vision was Florida. I was far enough above the land that the ground seemed to be hazy bluish green. I thought that they must have chosen this area of the country to show as they discussed the weather because the cable news stations were located in Atlanta, Georgia, and Georgia took up most of the top part of my view. I then started to move to the south, down the coast of Florida. As we reached the southern end of the state, i pointed out the murky greenish grey area which was the Everglades to the person with me. I tried to focus on the shore, picturing exactly where the swamp started, but the view swung back up to the north, oven the land in the center of Florida. As the view started to swoop south again, i looked down to the edge of the window, waiting for the swamp to be come visible. The southern tip of the state then came into view, and i could see the patterns of tan and blue where the sandy wash from the rivers created swirling channels near the shore. The tan lines rippled and twisted along the southern shore, with a single spur stretching to the southwest. I knew that the spur formed the Florida Keys. I looked to the north of the spur, looking for a dark patch of land. I could not easily see the Everglades, although i knew that they were big enough to be fairly obvious. I focused on a thin strip of land which darkened the landscape to the west of the spur. It had to be the Everglades. I tried to focus more closely on it as the plain that i was in moved to the northeast. My vision was suddenly blocked by a line of fir trees. We were much lover in altitude than i had thought. I wondered whether i was really seeing what i had thought that i was seeing. My attention was then drawn to the land to the north of us, toward which we were rapidly descending. I started to worry that we might go down in the trees. I could not get my bearings here. The trees in my view now looked like they should be in a swamp.

12003 January 22

I hurried into the classroom from the west. This room seemed like a classroom on the first floor of the north wing of $P7. The teacher was already drawing something on the board on the north wall of the room. I walked into the center of the small auditorium and looked for a seat amongst the other students. The rows of seats were facing west, and i suddenly seemed to be in a small lecture room rather than a classroom. I looked for an empty chair, but there did not seem to be too many. I moved toward an open row, but it was quickly filled with incoming students before i could sit down. I finally walked to the back of the room and found an empty arm chair. I felt strange about sitting here. The students to the north of me looked at me skeptically as i sat down. I felt frustrated here. It had been a long time since i had been in $P7. I was now back in the classroom, facing north. The teacher was still drawing a square chart on the blackboard. I listened as he described it, but his words did not make any sense. He seemed to be speaking in sophisticated nomenclature. The students sat in rows of armchairs to the northeast of me. There seemed to be something separating the neat rows and columns of the students in the first several rows from the disarray of chairs at the back of the classroom. I was sitting on the western side of the back section of the class. I stood up suddenly, feeling overwhelmed with frustration at not being able to understand what the teacher was saying. I wanted to say something, but i was not sure what. The teacher looked around suddenly and noticed me standing. He asked what was wrong. “What are you doing?”, i asked in tone which was more accusatorial than i had intended. I suddenly felt as though i might be in the wrong classroom. I thought that i might belong in the classroom at the north end of the hall, rather than the second one in from the end. I could not admit a mistake now, thought, so i told the teacher that what he was saying was not making any sense to me. I felt defensive. He seemed patient and started to explain. Both the columns and rows of the table were labeled with the numbers “10”. The table represented a probability chart. The teacher explained the way in which the probabilities of two different data sets would interact. As i sat back down, i thought that the “10”s could be replaced with actual numbers, since each consecutive “10” started a new order of magnitude. I then realized that the “10”s could easily be replaced my “6”s, or any other number. The chart was a simple example that could be expanded into other number systems. I did not know why i was here. I felt very out of place. I was then aware of some of the students around me, who were picking on me for something. I felt very uncomfortable here and decided to move to another chair. I stood up and moved to an empty armchair on the east side of the classroom. The teacher noticed me sitting down and seemed concerned. I felt argumentative and defensive. I should not be here. The other boys near me snickered as the teacher approached. The teacher told me to stay behind after class.

The women across from me seemed nervous as they spoke to each other. They were both dark skinned, and talked of their dislike for the height. I told them that they just had to relax. I was aware that the white metal ferris-wheel cart, in which we were sitting, was rising. We had just passed the bottom of the wheel, and i thought that we had just started the ride. The cart moved to the west as it started to ascend. There was a light behind, to the southwest, which cast shadows on the beams around us. I said that i was acrophobic and that the height made me feel uncomfortable. I told the women that they just had to relax and not pay attention to the height. As we passed the top of the ferris wheel and started back down, my stomach started to feel light. I sank down into my chair, listening to the women talk. I started to wonder what would happen if the joints, which allowed the cart to rotate as it moved around the wheel, froze up. I could hear them groaning, as if they needed grease. I realized that there was nothing holding us into our seats. There was a thin metal bar running across the center of the cart, between the two bench seats. I had moved to the south side of the bench and slouched down. I tried to feel relaxed as the ferris wheel moved, but i still felt uneasy with the motion. I concentrated on being calm, trying not to tense up when i felt light in the stomach. I then opened my eyes and focused on the women. I suddenly felt as though i had been asleep for a time. I sat up and moved to the south side of the bench, asking the women what was happening. I did not trust them, and felt skeptical of them. They referred to the small baby, who was lying on the northern end of the bench on my side of the cart. They seemed to imply that i was responsible for the baby. I felt confused, but reached over and picked up the child, holding it in my arms. Something seemed very strange about this situation, but i wanted to play along with the events. I felt affection toward the child as i cradled it in my arms. I still felt uncomfortable about the situation. There was then a bag of potato chips in front of me. It was open, and one of the women seemed to be holding it. The small white bear in my hands ate the chips, finishing the small bag. There was then a large bag of the chips standing near foot of the woman on the southern side of the opposite bench. The child was misbehaving by trying to get at the chips. I knew that the baby bear should not be eating them. The small bear pulled away from me and landed on the floor, pawing at the large bag. I thought that it would not be able to figure out how to open the bag, and would not be able to eat the woman’s chips. The other woman also seemed to have a bag, but the bear was only interested in the silvery chips bag. The bear then became angry that it could not get at the chips. It roared and hopped back onto the bench, to the north of me. It swiftly became a fully grown bear as it ran behind me and come up to the south side of me. It roared into my ear, and i was suddenly frightened that it might hurt us. I instinctively turned to my right and punched at it with my left fist.

I started flying swiftly down the road to the west. I was heading home. I was amazed at how fast i was able to run. The landscape blurred past me as i traveled. I knew that it was a special ability, and i knew that the cars that i was passing would wonder how i was doing it. I focused on the road in front of me, trying to get it to move quicker. I recognized the landscape around me, and tried to focus on what area was ahead of me. There were green leafy trees on both sides of the road, and the land to the west of me dipped down into a valley before rising over the next hill. I thought that i should be able to fly across the valley. I had to focus on what i was doing, but i could not seem to concentrate on the blur of images streaking past me. I knew that i had to be careful of overhead power lines if i was going to fly. I tried to concentrate on the section of the road which was ahead of me. I could shift myself through space to move faster down the road, but i could not seem to focus enough. The land on the north side of the road turned into a dirt hill, which i found myself running across. I ran along the steep hill, following the road around the corner to the southwest. I could feel that i was moving real fast, and i knew that i could start flying if i tried. I concentrated on the land ahead of me so that i could anticipate how to move, but i realized that i was still running along the side of the hill. The hill could not have been that long. I tried to move ahead to the straight road, but i kept finding myself on the hill. My left ankle started to feel tired form being on the lower section of the hill. I tried to push off from the hill, but i could not seem go anywhere else. I was then moving across the long country side, thinking that i could move faster.

I climbed up the stairs to the north, but was blocked at the top by the two men standing there. They seemed rather well built, and i felt as though i knew them. I was going to head down the corridor which ran to the west form the top of the stairs, but i could not get past the two men. One of the men then seemed like $A337. He was standing at the top of the stairs. He seemed very muscular in his upper body, and i felt interested in him. I then realized that he was very drunk. There was green vomit splattered across his chest. I went back down the stairs, which ran along the eastern side of the house. $A337 joked with the other man, throwing some of the vomit around the room. I felt repulsed and surprised by his actions. As i reached the bottom of the stairs and turned into the living room, to the west, $A337 vomited into his hand and threw it at me. The green vomit splattered across my right shoulder and chest. I felt upset that he did such a thing. I decided to walk back to the west, where the rest of the party was. There were several people from $G10 in the room. $A337 ran past me and into the narrow kitchen. I crossed the small living room and entered the narrow kitchen. $A338 was putting something into the sink in the counter along the south wall. She shook her head at me, indicating that she thought the party was getting a little out of control. She let me walk through, where the rest of the $G10 people would be. I passed through the crowded kitchen and came out in the small eating area. The small dining area ran to the south from the western end of the kitchen, with a large glass door in its western wall. The door led outside. As i started across the room to the southwest, heading to the door, i looked around at the people. They all seemed to be very rowdy. Most of the people in the room were men, and most of them were not wearing shirts. There were two men just to the south of me who were nicely muscled on their upper bodies. The one on the west seemed to home something black around his nipples. I thought that both of them looked very attractive, and i started to feel sexually aroused. I continued through the room, noticing all of the athletic bodies of the men. As i came out onto the porch, i looked around at the large room. There was a wooden walkway stretching to the northwest, and another to the southwest. There were people standing everywhere. I could see the light of the sky to the west, through the large doors on the western wall of the metal barn. The rafters of the barn were very high above us, and everything in this place seemed to have been put here for the people of the party. We had been invited here for a purpose. I walked down the wooden walkway to the northwest, coming to a Y in the walkway. The room was dimly lighted, as though it was not fully in use. The walkway was lived with what appeared to be slot machines and large speakers, all of which were turned off. I could hear the music playing and the noise of the party behind me, and i thought that this place was used for the MTV parties. I started walking around the walkway, which curved into a loop. There were large speakers on both sides of me, and i could hear the music playing from some other part of the room. This walkway was used for performances. I imagined myself singing on the walkway, and i started to walk in beat with the music that i heard. I knew that the real music would me very loud, and i thought that i would be wearing earplugs if i were really performing. I started to wonder why i do not perform. It would be easy for me. As i came to the outer edge of the loop, which was in the southeast corner of the room, i realized that i had been in this place before. I recognized the space in the room and knew that there was a small rounded area on the floor below me, off to the west. I had been there before with $G4 for a drinking ceremony. I remembered coming into the area from the north. The area was surrounded by black boxes, which did not reach all the way to the high metal ceilings. I walked to the western edge of the walkway and looked over the top of the black monitor speaker which lined the path. The area between the walkway and the outer wall of the warehouse was surrounded by the large black speaker boxes. The boxes got progressively smaller as they ran down from the walkway, filling most of the space. This had changed singe i had been down there. I then turned and continued to the west. I was now outside, on the dirt path, in the northwestern corner of the lot. There was a small restaurant to the west, on the next property over. The paved parking lot of the restaurant emptied out onto the road to the north, which ran east to west. I felt a little confused, thinking about the men that i had seen at the party. I felt slightly confused, as though i was uncertain about what to do. I turned back to the east and started back toward the party. The dirt path ran from the warehouse to where i was in the lot, with a loop off to the south, around the tall vegetation in the center of the yard. There were young leafy trees to the north of the path. I was then lying down on the north side of the wide dirt path, at the base of the small mound. The ground seemed very dry. I watched some people on the path to the east of me. $F40 suddenly seemed to be near me, and i was talking to him. I started to stand up from the ground, realizing that my legs had been covered by the thick green vegetation on the side of the road. I had been hiding my legs under the wide green leaf of the undergrowth to keep them out of the hot sun. As i pulled the very large off of the leaf and started to stand up, i realized that the plant had small spines in it. $A41 was standing to the south of me now, and he seemed concerned about the prickles that i had in by legs. I said that the toxin did not feel that bad. I could feel the skin on my legs tingling, but i did not feel dizzy. I told $A41 that i was all right, but he still seemed very concerned.

12003 January 23

I backed up my car, moving it out of the parking slot to the north of the mall. I had been with the others in the mall, and we were now leaving. There was a white truck pulling out of a slot to the west of me. The truck belonged to $A339. She started driving down the road to the west, and i started after her. We seemed to be in a suburban area, with houses living the north side of the road. The road curved slightly to the south, and then curved back to the north. As i started pulling away form the mall, i started to wonder why the others were not following us. They should be right behind us in their cars. I did not want to leave without them, but i continued to the west, following the white truck. I started to feel worried that the others would not be able to find us if we got too far ahead of them. I followed the white truck along the winding roads of the suburban area. It turned to the north just ahead of me as we were passing to the north of a large apartment complex. The dark-brown wooden buildings of the complex were two level and ran east to west. Thick green trees hung over the sides of the road from both the north and the south. It seemed that i had traveled quite a distance after the truck. I still wondered whether the others should be following us. It did not seem that they were behind me and i rode my bicycle through the streets. We drove from the rolling land of the rural suburban area through a small city. The white truck passed through the intersection of the two roads ahead of me. I stopped on the south side of the intersection, waiting for a car from the west to pass. There seemed to be buildings around the intersection, with only sidewalks between them and the road. The road ahead of me descended to the north, on the other side of the intersection. The road seemed to end in the back of an old white cement factory building. There seemed to me a narrow street heading off to the northwest form the intersection as well, leading into an old neighbourhood of tall wooden houses. I rode my bicycle through the intersection to the north, following the truck down the short hill. The road curved slightly to the northeast at the bottom of the hill. The truck drove into the large paved lot to the east of a white cement building to the north. I followed it, thinking that the building was a hardware store. There were several pallets of bagged stones, cement, and other lawn fillers. I thought that $A339 had come here to get some small stones. I rode to the front of the store, which seemed elevated from the parking lot. There was a solid cement porch on the front of the building which was painted white. A thin metal roof hung over it, supported my thin metal poles. I kept feeling worried about the others. I did not think that they would be able to find us. I then started to wonder why i had followed $A339 in the first place. I decided that i should return to the mall to find the others. They would probably be heading after us, so i thought that i could meet them on the way. I made a loop in the parking lot, riding to the north end of the lot and turning around to the east. The lot was slanted down to the east, where it ended at the edge of a very wide farm field. As i rounded the north side of the lot, i noticed a group of people in the northeast corner of the lot. My attention was caught by one of the men in the middle of the small group of people. He seemed to be a gymnast. He was not wearing a shirt, and i could see that he was nicely built and muscled. I stopped in the middle of the parking lot to watch what the group was doing. There was a small structure near them, which they seemed to be doing something with. I felt very attracted to several of the men, who were all in very good shape. I did not want them to think that i was staring at them, so i slowly moved my bicycle to the south as i watched them perform. They seemed more like members of a track-and-field team. I thought that the man in the center of the crowd might be doing the shot put. I was interested in the men, but i had to get back to the others. I turned back to the south, but was distracted by a group of men to the west of me. They were also on the track team, and were nicely built. They sat on the white cement porch of the store and looked back at me. They seemed confrontational. I thought that they were trying to pick on me, so i decided to start to the south and ignore them. One of them, who was sitting on the porch near the thin support beam, threw a shot put at me, acting as if he did not see me there. The metal ball fell near the wheel of by bicycle. I decided to leave. I biked out of the lot and headed back across the intersection. I tried to remember by way back to the mall, but i was not sure that i could remember the entire route. The scenery seemed to move past me quickly now as i moved back through the city. I followed the same street until it came to a large building. I looked down at the building from the air. It ran northeast to southwest and seemed like an old church. It was in the center of the smaller buildings of the city, on a block by itself. The road on which i was traveling stopped in the middle of one of the long sides of the building but continued on the other. I could see the southeastern part of the read running off straight into the distance. I would have to bike around the building to head back to the mall. I thought that i remembered coming around the building before. I hoped that i could find my way back.

I flew across the modern entrance hall of the building of the college. the walls to the north were finished with grey metallic panels. The top of the wall was made of glass, held in by thin rectangular metal support beams. I flew to the northwest, heading into the building. This hall seemed to be on the east side of a larger building. There seemed to be doors to the south of me which led outside, and a room to the north, just on the other side of the northern wall. The windows on the top of the northern wall looked out of the building, over the roof of the room to the north. I flew down the hall to the west, heading into an area where the hall was only one story tall. There was an opening to the north which seemed to be a lecture room. I flew into the large open space. The northern wall of the room was rounded, curving from the south wall on the east to the south wall on the west. It was polished black, with vertical beams running up it at regular intervals. There were covered lights on the wall which cast light upward, onto the white ceiling. The room seemed totally empty at the moment, but there was a janitor at the west end who was sweeping up. He looked at me skeptically as i flew across the room, to the west. I remembered that they were having a controversial lecture here later this evening. It would have a lot of people who might protest something, and i realized that the security for the room must be good. The janitor was probably suspicious of me being in the room so early. I though that he might me suspicious that i might be planting a bomb. I flew close to the south wall of the room, passing near the large round black columns which stood in front of the south wall. I thought about the lecture and wondered what the protest would be. I thought that there might be a man streaking through the crowd. I thought that such a thing would be funny. I swerved around one of the large columns and found myself back in the main hall, as though the hall was really within the larger room. The rounded room now seemed like a cafeteria or study area for the students, with tables in it. It was open to the hall. I crossed to the south side of the hall and passed through a doorway, thinking about the security in the building. I stopped just inside the door. I was in a wide room which served as an entry to the stairwell to the south. There was a black half wall which funneled people to the south and up an escalator. I did not have to turn to the south because i was flying over the room. I looked at the maze of half walls which covered the room. Some of them seemed to prevent people from falling down to the next level, where more stairs and escalators were. I flow over the walls, to the northeast, where the door back into the main hall was. Just as i passed over one of the walled catwalks in the center of the room, i noticed that $F11 had come to the top of a flight of stairs and was starting down the walk. I stopped in front of him and said hello. We spoke for a moment, and i thought that he might be going to the lecture. I then flew to the northeast, back into the main hall. There were others in the hall now, and i thought that i knew them. I picked up the small square black device from a table in the room and looked at it. It had something to do with shifting something out of phase. I knew that Kitty Pride was in the hall to the west of me. Something had happened to her, and she was phasing in and out uncontrollably. I knew that the device was responsible, and i knew that i had fixed it once before. I remembered rotating the top of the device and becoming phased myself. I had corrected it, and thought that i could do so again. I was aware of Kitty running to the south, across the hall to the west of me. I flew to the east and grabbed the small dark grey device from the man. He seemed confused as to why i would want it. I turned the top part of the device in my hand and started to feel a tingle all over my body. The sensation vibrated through me, making my body feel as though it was buzzing. I turned the device back and went to the west, where the others were standing. Kitty was standing near me, but she seemed to be fine now. I realized that she was not really having trouble with her phasing. I wondered why there was a big fuss about the device.

I was driving down the elevated highway, to the west. I focused on the tall building in the middle of the city, to the north of me. The man of the radio was describing the meteor that was falling toward the building. I could see a streak of blue light striking the building from the east. It was followed by a slow-moving ball of fire. The man talked about the meteor hitting the building as i watched the ball of fire crash through the top of the black skyscraper. The top of the building was then on fire, with flames leaping out of the hole. This seemed to be an important event.

12003 January 25

I woke up in the small bedroom of the house. I had been here for some time. The walls and floor of the room were finished with bare wood, the wood on the walls running in vertical slats. I stood up from the bed, which was in the northeast corner of the room. The bed was nothing more than a white mattress on the ground. There did not seem to be too many furnishings in the room. This place felt like my parents’ house. I walked to the center of the room and looked out the window to the east. Through the window, i could see the heavy rain falling into the back yard. The back yard was rather small, with a line of green trees along the eastern and northern sides which blocked the view of what was beyond. It seemed as though it had been raining for days. I turned to the west and ended up in the next room, which seemed like a kitchen. I looked out the small window in the door, which was in the eastern end of the northern wall, to see more rain falling to the northwest. There was a roof just outside the door which extended to the northeast, covering a large area of ground. I looked down to the ground just under the door to see a freshly dug patch of earth with a tomato plant in it. My mother must have cone outside to plant the tomatoes in the damp ground. I stepped out the door and looked to the east. There was a row of newly planted tomato stalks running along the side of the house. There were many rows running to the north from the house, each of which was labeled with a seed packet on a stick at the southern end of the row. All of the rows were under the protection of the overhanging roof, which extended from the house. My mother was kneeling on the ground to the east, still putting tomato plants in the ground. She said something to me as i moved to her. I was then on the east side of the house, speaking to my mother. I was looking to the south, across the wide field to the southwest. The house now seemed to be to the northwest of me, even though i still seemed to be at the northeastern corner of the house. The house was in the northeastern corner of a very wide lawn. This place was part of the camp. I then noticed a black figure moving over the trees to the west. It was a helicopter with a very wide base. The craft seemed very big, with arms extending from the sides of the body. The arms seemed to hold the wheels. It looked like a rescue helicopter to me, and my mother asked me if it was from my rescue team. I said that it looked like a rescue craft, but that ours was red. This helicopter was black. I watched the craft disappear over the room as i moved back to the east to get a look across the field. I wondered why the emergency helicopter had come. I could now see across the field to the southeast again, and i could see the children and counselors from the camp running across the grass toward the house. The helicopter landed somewhere in the field near the house. I was then back near the northeastern former of the house, looking to the south to see the people rushing toward me. There was an emergency medic standing just to the southeast of me. He asked the approaching people what was wrong. A young girl stood before him. There seemed to be something wrong with her, but i could not tell what. The man tried to figure it out. Someone then referred to the young girl as “he”. I realized that he was really a young boy. Something had happened to him. He required special medical treatment all the time. I started to feel disinterested in the problem, thinking that there was no real medical emergency. The boy was always thinking that something required special attention. I looked down to the ground as i started to the west. The ground was soggy, and there was a line of shallow water running along the east side of the house. I shifted my weight, watching my sneakers sink into the squishy ground.

12003 January 26

I walked to the northeast, across the long white room on the upper floor of the old house. This place seemed worn, as thought it had been well used. This room was used as a gym, with weight machines and free weights around the floor. I noticed $A340 in the room as i was walking. I nodded toward him as i passed, but did not stop to talk. I thought that he was very attractive, but i felt shy about saying something to him. I thought that he was too young to be interested in me. I walked out of the room through the door on the west end of the northern wall and headed down the hall to the west. The floor and lower part of the wall was made of wood which had been painted black, but was faded with use. I thought about the man was interested that he was with us in this place. I walked into the bedroom on the southern side of the hall. There were a few other people already there. We had come to this apartment for a social event, but i now had to leave. I started to gather my things from the center of the room. The southern wall of the room was only a meter and a half, or so, tall, with a slanted ceiling rising from the upper half. I started to roll up my green sleeping bag and get my things together when i noticed the man in the room. I said hello to him. He seemed confused as i greeted him. He did not seem to recognize me and was unsure why i acted as though i had known him. I continued to collect my things as the others gathered their things from the center of the room. I felt excited to be close to the man. I then asked if anyone needed a ride back, because i was heading out. I wondered whether the man would need a ride, though i did not think that he would actually take it. The woman said that she needed a ride back to her dormitory room, so we left the building and walked to the southeast, down the side of the road. We were on the college campus. I knew that the woman lived in $P54, and mentioned to her that it was just up the road to the north of us. I knew that my car was to the southeast, in the parking lot of $P104. It seemed just as far to my car as to $P54, but i knew that the woman wanted a ride because it was so cold out. We crossed the street, and the woman started to act as though she really did not need a ride, telling me that i really did not need to go through the trouble. I told her that it was no trouble as i drove across the intersection to the east. The road ahead of us was narrow and wound down the hill to the southeast. I realized that this was not the road which would take us to $P54, but i could not turn around. The woman seemed upset that we were not heading directly to her dormitory. I told her to relax, saying that we could take this road to the bottom of the hill, around the east side of campus and then come back up. There was a light covering of snow on the ground between the thin trees to the northeast of the road. There seemed to be a small gorge just beyond the narrow strip of forested ground. I thought that the road would be scenic, because it would be curving through the cliffs of the gorge as it made its way to the bottom.

12003 January 27

I knew that there was something wrong. The people were already leaving the large white stadium to the southwest of me, but i thought that there could have been a problem with the stadium. I walked over to the smooth white wall of the stadium. The wall seemed to be illuminated from behind. There was someone coming out of the doorway to the east of me, and a man standing just to the east of me. The man standing near me seemed to be a security guard. I pulled out a small comportment in the wall. There was a red device in the drawer, and i knew that it was a bomb. I wandered why it did not explode while the people were in the stadium watching the sports game. I grabbed the item and ran to the north, outside the outer stadium wall. There seemed to be a ditch dug into the ground on the northeastern side of the stadium. The ditch curved with the light-tan outer wall of the round stadium, and had a set of walkways across it. There seemed to be a mound of dirt running along the outside of the ditch. I jumped into the ditch and threw the bomb to the north, over the mound. I waited in the ditch for a moment, expecting the bomb to explode. I then wondered whether i was far enough away from the bomb. As i waited, i thought that the bomb might really be a portable nuclear bomb. It would not have as much destructive force as a real nuclear bomb, but i thought that it would be strong enough to hurt me from where i was. I quickly ran to the southeast, around the side of the stadium. I hoped that the stadium would protect me from the blast, but i still was not sure. It seemed that the explosion should be very strong, even though it was a small nuclear bomb. I ran to the opposite side of the building from where i had thrown the bomb. I stopped and put by back to the stone wall of the stadium, thinking that the thick cement structure of the stadium would shield me from the blast. I still worried that i could not get far enough away. There seemed to be another building across a small stone plaza to the southeast of me. It was modern, with exposed I-beams and a black surface. I then noticed the small archways at the base of the stadium near me. They were barely half a meter tall, and i thought that they must be drains to let the water through. I thought that the holes in the building would let the radiation pass through. I stood with my feet apart so that my feet were on either side of the holes. There was then a bright light streaming through the archway. The bomb must have exploded. I had to stand behind in the shadow of the building so that i did not get exposed to the radiation.

12003 January 30

I was in my grandfather’s house on $P12. He was dead, and the house now belonged to someone else, but much of my grandfather’s things were in the house. I was standing in the living room when my mother told me that we should leave. I wanted to take some of the antique things with me, but i thought that we would me stealing from the person who now owned them. My mother then said that we should take some my grandfather’s things with us. I felt glad that she thought we should, and i wondered what to bring. I looked down at the small cabinet which now divided the main part of the dining room from the western part of the room. There were many rows of crystal drinking glasses. The top shelf was lined with paper towel and had many crystal shot glasses sitting on it. I thought that the glasses must be worth a lot of money, but they did not mean enough for me to bother with. I then wondered why we could not take all of my grandfather’s things. It seemed odd that we would have to leave most of the stuff behind. My mother asked me about something, and i was now standing on the western side of the dining room, facing east. I looked to the south, at the wooden beam which ran along the top of the wall. There were several small figurines sitting on the top of the beam. I pointed out one which was of a man in blue clothes sitting on the edge of the beam. It looked antique, and i thought that it was valuable to someone, but i had always liked the small men. I thought that we could collect all of them and bring them home. I was then in a room on the southern side of the house. My mother was going through several things in a brown cabinet which was against the southern wall, in the eastern part of the room. I knew that she had taken everything out that was of interest, but i wanted to check through the area again. I felt that i could find something interesting. I felt as though i must collect as much as i could form the room. I wanted to get it all. I looked at the light-blue cushioned chain against the east wall, and then at the darkly stained wooden table to the north of it. I turned to see the rows of books along the west wall. Some of the books seemed familiar. Below the books, there was a large open space where several things were stored. There must be something of interest there. The right side of the space seemed to be storage for several vases, and the left side had a pile of woven wicker placemats. I sorted through the place mats, noticing that some of them were hot pads. I thought that some of them must be worth taking. I was excited to see the ones which were shaped like the sails of oriental junks. They also looked like fish. They must be worth taking, but then i decided that there was nothing really special about them. I then pulled out several wide tree-shaped fans which seemed to be cut-outs of hand-drawn figures. They were mobiles made by $K20. I called to my mother and told her about them as i pulled them onto the floor. We could not leave them behind. I gathered something into my arms and moved to the south. I then looked down at the pale green block, which was a cabinet. It had an antiqued finish, with a thin door on each side of the front, and a large drawer in the center. I pulled out the large door and fount it to be a solid piece of wood. It reminded me of a chopping block. There was a single hole in the top of the block. I remembered hiding things there when i was young. I wondered what the hole in the top was really for, and i decided that it should hold a wine bottle. It was a formal serving tray that a chef would use at social parties.