ZUDEMA

12021 February 02

The man drove the car to the east, and i sat in the back seat. I still had the things in my hands. They had something to do with the food that we had been talking about. It seemed that we had been with others to the west, and we were talking about something serious. We had to leave, though. I looked at the long white plastic tube in my right hand. It seemed like a caulk gun, but i knew that the tube contained an edible paste. I spoke to the man in the driver’s seat of the car as i sat in the middle of the back seat, leaning forward to talk. A pale brown paste was oozing from the tip of the gun. It seemed like chocolate pudding. I wiped it off with the middle finger of my right hand. I was then unsure what to do with what i had wiped off. My hand felt dirty. I knew that i could eat the syrup, but i did not. I wanted to, though. I asked the drive what there was to eat as i squirted some more of the pudding out. I looked out the window to the north as we moved. The area seemed forested, but the area to the north seemed like a campground or park. A lake seemed to be to the north, but i could not see it. A man and a child were standing on a grassy area, which was about a meter lower than the road we were on. The man was to the east of the child and was showing something to the child. The child was facing north. It seemed very sunny. I asked the man another question as we moved to the east. We were then walking, and a food stand was on the northern side of the sidewalk, just to the northeast of us. It seemed like a carnival truck, with bright white and red strips down the front. The service counter was rounded on the western side. The man stopped near the rounded corner of the counter and turned to talk to me. I thought that we would be getting food here. I said something to him as i held the object in my right hand. The man said something, and i replied as i turned to the northwest. A doorway was just to the northwest of me, facing west. Through it, i could see the water of a shallow small pond. A small thick willow grew on the northern side of the oval pond. I walked across the grass and stopped just before the doorway. Someone was still talking to me, and i responded again. Something seemed uncomfortable here. I then mentioned the snakes. I noticed a piece of plywood just on the other side of the door, leaning against the wall to the north of the door, even though no wall seemed to be around the door frame. The southern edge of the plywood seemed to be leaning against the northern part of the door frame. I felt uncomfortable, and i told the other person about the copperheads. I then noticed a brown object on top of the board. I could only see the southern edge of it, but i could see the large brown scales. I told the other person that a copperhead was on the board. I started to back away from the doorway, but i felt something moving in the right leg of my pants. I thought that one of the copperheads had crawled up my pants. I felt scared and wondered what to do. I knew that, as long as i could keep it in my pants, it would not get me. I put my right hand on the right waistband of my pants, trying to keep the snake in my pants. I then felt something tugging at the cuff of my shirt. I realized that the snake was trying to get into my shirt. I felt worried, and i pressed my hand against my waist to try to keep the snake out, but it was pushing its way in. I called out for help, aware that some people were on the grass to the north of me. My voice seemed quiet, so i called out again. I started shouting for help.

I was visiting this area, and i was with some $G4. Several of them seemed familiar. I walked to the east, into the room of the old apartment house. The ceilings seemed high, and the walls seemed old and worn. The walls had an orangish hue to them. I was in a hallway, and some of the others were in a room to the west of me. They seemed to be sitting on cushions near the floor. The room had no real furnishings. I thought that others were around the building, starting the party. I was here early for the event, and some of the people greeted me. I walked into the room, wondering if i should have a beer. The beer seemed to be in a cooler near the southern wall of the room. Someone to the west of me greeted me, and i talked to them for a moment. I felt a little uncomfortable, not quite sure what to do. I reached for a drink to the south of me as the other person to the west said something. The person, who seemed to be a woman, said something about my head. I then realized that i was not wearing a hat. I felt my head, wondering why i had not worn a hat here. A woman to the south of me then talked about the run. It seemed that we were already heading for the beginning of the run. I felt unprepared. I then realized that i did not have my clothing with me for the run. I felt uncomfortable, and i told the woman that i would have to get my clothing. She seemed surprised, and i realized that they had driven me to the start of the run. The walls of the hallway now seemed to be the walls of buildings, and we seemed to be in an alley between them. The lot to the southwest seemed to be where a demolished building was. Several bricks and other cement debris were on the ground. A man walked along the remains of the brick wall, heading toward me. He wore short running shorts and a T-shirt. The woman seemed disappointed in me, and i realized that i would not be able to run. I also knew that i would have to find my way back to where i had come from. I did not want to impose on the people who had brought me here to take me back. The woman and the man turned and headed to the west, down another alley between some old worn buildings. I looked to the south, trying to figure out where i should go. I had to get back to the main road, which seemed to curve around us from the east to the north. I remembered that we had come from the east, but we had taken a road that was now to the south of us to cross a divide. The land around us had trees, but i was in a large open lot. The lot extended to the south of me, heading slightly down hill. It was covered with broken pavement and weeds. I wondered if we were allowed to be in this place, of if $G4 had been trespassing here. I knew that i would have to go to the north eventually, so i headed to the west, following the others down the dirt road. The road ran down the center of a grassy strip, which ran for about fifty meters. $G4 had wandered to the north of the strip, into an area of small buildings or objects. I could not see them, because small saplings seemed to be in the area. I was driving down the path, thinking that i could turn to the north at the western end. I could see the railroad tracks that came from the north, though. They ran along the western side of the area where $G4 was and curved to head down the center of the road that i was on. I knew that the tracks crossed the small creek that curved around the area. I needed to cross the creek to get back to the main road, but i realized that i would not be able to drive across the bridge where the railroad tracks were. I felt annoyed. I turned around and headed to the south, down the other part of the lot. I looked at the hill to the east. Through the trees, i could see cars moving on the road, which ran along the base of the hills and curved to the west. The land just to the east of me was lower than where i was, and it was covered with tall weeds and grasses. I knew that the creek ran along the eastern edge of the small field, just before the trees and the road. I started heading to the south, thinking that the road that led out of this area was on the southern side of the lot. I could not see it, but i knew that it ran uphill toward the road to the east. I then noticed the chain-link fence that was to the east of me. It seemed low at first, but, as i walked to the south, it seemed much taller. I wondered how i would get around it, and i hoped that it ended before the road to the south. The fence then seemed to be atop a low thick cement wall. I pushed by bicycle along the wall, hoping to find a place to get across. I came to the southern end of a section of fence, which was now very tall, with razor wire curling along the top. The next section of fencing to the south of me was facing southeast. It seemed to be a gate, but it was closed. I wondered if i would be able to carry my bicycle over the top of it to get to the road. I was not sure how i could get out, and i felt frustrated and disappointed. I started talking to the others, who were sitting around a table to the north of me. I still felt bad, but i was now in a different location. $F42 and $F46 were sitting at the table. I moved to the eastern side of the table, looking at the milk carton that was on the table. The others said something about it. This had something to do with the event that $G4 was having. I remembered that the cardboard milk carton only had milk in the top part of the container. I could see the opening in the middle of the carton where the shredded-wheat biscuits were. I opened a small door to see them and then closed it again. The bottom the carton was open. Something had been there. I knew what it was, but it had been removed. I knew that there were four compartments to the container, though. The last must have been at the bottom of the container. It seemed to contain small crunchy nuggets, which seemed like a crunchy sweet candy. I pulled open a small tap, through which the nuggets would be poured. I then put the carton back on the table as we spoke. The others said something about the box of perfume. I held out the box, which seemed pink. It had several bottles of perfume in it. I told $F46, who was now sitting across the table to the south of me, that i did not like the smell of perfumes. I then remembered that she did not like perfume smells either.

12021 February 04

I was talking to the others in the room on the second floor of the house. I was aware of the event to the southeast. I had caught of a glimpse of it as i walked to the west, entering my bedroom, which was in the southwestern corner of the house. I saw the backyard of my neighbors’ house. The lawn was green, and a number of people were already sitting in the boxy chairs that were set up in rows and columns, facing south. I stopped in my bedroom, thinking that i had to get ready for a funeral myself. I had to be somewhere, and i thought that i had an hour before i had to leave. I did something near the southern wall of my room. I then moved back to the east. I wanted to know what was happening in the yard next door. I entered the guest bedroom and moved to one of the windows in the eastern side of the southern wall. I slided open the top part of the window so that i could hear what the people were saying. I knew that it was cold outside, and i hoped that i did not let too much heat escape from the house. I could not see the people on the lawn from here, but i caught part of a speech that a man was giving. I knew that he stood on the podium on the southern side of the lawn. He talked about the man who had died, mentioning something about the meat industry. He then mentioned the man by name. I recognized the name. I did not know the man, but i knew who he was. I also knew that $A14 was supposed to attend the funeral, so he must have been next door. I felt a little excited, thinking that $A14 had been next door, and i had not known. I wondered if i should say hello after the event. I started to walk back toward my bedroom. As i walked, i noticed the red display of the digital clock near the southern wall. It said that the time was 8:40. I realized that i was supposed to meet my father at 8:30, and i felt suddenly upset that i had missed my appointment. It would take me a while to get there, so i would not be able to be there for a while. I felt very upset by this, and i wondered what i should do. I turned around and headed back to the east. I came to the end of the wide hallway, which seemed to be a room on the eastern side of the house. The house seemed like $A425’s house. People were doing something in the room to the south of me. The room i was in also seemed like the eastern end of a mall, and the room to the south was a small salon or kitchen. My mother had been doing some work in the salon. I thought that she was trying to help the owner out because something had happened. I felt uneasy. I would have to wait until my mother was done. I could see her sitting on the northeastern end of a round counter. The counter seemed to have shelfs or something large stacked in the center, and my mother faced west as she sat on the northern end of the eastern side. She seemed to be running a cash register, which as on the counter to the east of her. She seemed very young, but she looked tired. She wore a teal blouse with a green floral pattern. I thought that she had started working early, so i was surprised that she was still working. I would have to wait for her to finish. I felt sad for her. Another woman walked around the western side of the central counter. I said hello to her. I knew that she was the owner of the shop, and she was a friend of my mother. She seemed tense, and i knew that she was a very stern person. I felt that i did not really like her. I moved toward the southern wall of the store, which now seemed like a restaurant kitchen. The owner of the store talked to me about something. She reminded me of $A623. She seemed to be trying to make me feel comfortable with her, but i did not trust her. I knew that she held some animosity toward me. She then mentioned that everything was okay, but she then added that we should not become lazy or complacent. She added that the figures should be reconfirmed. I knew that she was referring to something that i did in the past, and i felt annoyed with her. She was implying that i had been lazy and did not want to do a good job. I remembered that there was no way to double check the figures that she was talking about, and i tried to remember the incident from before. I then remembered that i had use Excel to calculate some figures. The data was entered, and the program calculated the totals. I remember thinking that the figures were calculated by machine, so checking them again would simply be reading them off again from the spreadsheet. She had not been happy about this and was disappointed that i did not spend more time reading the numbers.

12021 February 05

I stood in the aisle of the bus as the bus moved to the east. I seemed to be riding home from work, and the bus was slowing down to let someone off. I thought that i was just down the road from where i would normally get off. The bus was traveling along the northern side of the road, and it pulled over to the curb. The driver wore a blue uniform and seemed to be standing in the northeastern corner of the vehicle. We seemed to be in a neighborhood with trees in the front yards. I thought that the stop where i would get off was only about twenty meters down the road, so i decided to get off the bus here. I moved toward the door, which was at the front of the bus, on the eastern end of the southern side. I carried the long metal pole with me. The pole seemed like a handrail. It was about five centimeters in diameter and about three or four meters long. The ends were bent for about the last half-meter so that they slanted toward the ground. The metal seemed like aluminium or stainless steel. I walked off of the bus, ending up on the northern side of the bus as the large man stopped on the curb and turned to look at the bus. He was the man who was getting off at this stop. He was a large man, with a long fuzzy beard and tattered black hair. He seemed to be from the Pacific, with tan skin and a round face. I looked to the east as i stood to the west of the man and to the north of the western end of the bus. The land around us was fairly open, with wide yards. A small gray building was set back from the road to the northeast of me. The road made a wide slow curve from the northwest to the northeast, and the bus had stopped at the lower end of the curb. This was not the town that i thought it was. I did not recognize this place, and i realized that i had gotten off at the wrong stop. I felt annoyed and decided that i should get back on the bus before it started to leave. The door to the bus was now on the western end of the northern side. I started for it. A woman then passed me as she came from the north. She had also gotten off of the bus and must have realized that she was at the wrong stop. She was tall and thin and seemed to be wearing a brown knee-length skirt with a matching jacket. He had dark skin and a rounded face. Her hair was pulled back from her face into a small ponytail or bun. When she walked, her head leaned forward, as if she were pushing her chin ahead of her. I followed her back onto the bus, carrying the long pole with me. I stopped in the middle of the bus, wondering if the driver would say anything to me. He did not. He seemed to be doing something. I started to talk to the others in the room.

12021 February 06

I was in the room with other people. This place seemed like a restaurant. We had to leave, but something seemed wrong. I picked up $X24. I felt worried about her, and i wanted to protect her. Something seemed wrong with her. I held her in my arms for a moment, surprised that she did not seem to want to get away. The others left the room, heading to the northeast. I then lifted the cat to my face, and i it ended up sleeping on top of my head. It was curled up. I was still sitting in the booth along the eastern wall of the room, and i leaned into the corner so that the walls supported the cat. I was surprised that the cat did not try to get away. I sat erect, balancing the cat on my head. I wondered why she did not try to jump down, and i felt worried that something was wrong with her. Someone was to the south of me, and i mentioned the cat to the person. I then took the cat down from my head and held her in my arms. She was not $X24, as i had expected. She seemed to have fluffier fur, and she was mostly pale tan, with darker fur on her feet. She remained curled up in my arms, and i wondered what i should do. I started talking to the person to the south of me. I was standing now. I thought that we had to get things together to go somewhere. I looked down at the small car that was to the south of me. It was very low to the ground and seemed small. It looked like a rounded sports car. I realized that the cat was no longer in the car, and i worried that she had gotten away. My parents were standing to the southwest of me, and my father said that the cat was in the house. I turned to look at the front porch of the house to the northwest of me. I was standing on the rounded corner of a road, which came from the west and ran to the south. The car was parked along the eastern side of the road on the rounded corner, and the house was to the north of the road, just clear of the corner. The house seemed only a meter or so from the road. The front porch was set into the southeastern corner of the house. The house seemed rather simple in construction, and i realized that it was the house of the veterinarian. I felt upset about the cat, but i was glad that she was someplace safe. The trunk of the small car was still open on the southern side of the car, so i moved to the south of the car to get things out of it. I walked down the eastern side of the car and stopped behind the trunk. I had picked up something and pushed the trunk down. It did not latch, so i tried again. I then realized that the trunk was hitting something. My father commented on the trunk as i pushed it down. I noticed that the rear of the car was very low to the road, and the lower edge of the trunk was hitting the road, stopping it from closing all the way. The thin metal on the western edge of the trunk lid bent outward as it hit the pavement. I hoped that it did not damage the trunk. I let the lid open most of the way, and then i lifted the car, watching the back end rise from the ground. My father asked what was wrong with the trunk. I then pushed the lid back down, latching it in place over the car. I hoped that i did not damage the corner of the lid by hitting it on the ground. I turned to the southwest and said something to my father.

12021 February 07

I followed the other to the west, down the hallway. I had just finished doing something, and i thought that i had to Ithaca. I seemed to be out of town, and i knew that i lived a ways to the north. I turned to the south and entered the long narrow room. The wrestling team was standing on both sides of the room, which was only three or four meters wide. They were having a match in the center of the room. $A153 was standing on the northern side of the wrestlers. We wore gym shorts and a red T-shirt. He faced west, but his head was turned toward me. He stood with a slight slouch and smiled at me. I realized that his match had ended. I had wanted to see it, and i felt interested in watching the wrestling. I had not known that $A153 was a wrestler. I thought about wrestling as i turned to the northeast to head back to the hallway. I stopped, thinking that i should watch more of the matches. I then felt uncomfortable, thinking that i did not want the wrestlers to think that i had come just to watch $A153 wrestle. I did like the sport and wanted to watch more. I moved to the western wall and sat down in a chair, which was against a short section of the northern wall that was partway into the room. The western wall turned to the west for about a meter, about five meters from the northern wall. As i sat in the red metal folding chair, one of the wrestlers, who was sitting along the eastern wall of the room, glanced up at me. He had a round face with short blond hair. Only five or six members of the team were sitting along the eastern wall. The rest seemed to be standing along the western wall. Most people were facing the center of the room to the south of them, where the mat was. I felt a little out of place here. I knew that we were still in the pandemic, so the wrestling matches were not the same as they used to be. This was a special type of match, and i wondered if i should be here. I stood up again and started to leave, but i came back into the room. I was unsure what i should do. I wanted to see the wrestling. I looked down the center of the room. The square mat filled the width of the room, and it was about in the center of the room. The red team stood along the western wall, with men in red sweatpants and red shirts lining up from a couple of meters south of the mat to a couple of meters to the north of it. A rack with a lower platform was against the eastern wall, just to the north of the mat. It seemed to be a metal platform with a metal pole curving oven the top and running north to south over the platform. Six or seven of the members of the red team were sitting or leaning against the platform. I paced near the northern side of the room for a moment, not quite sure what to do. Some of the wrestlers in red glanced in my direction. They seemed unsure why i was there. I was not sure if i should stay or not. Across the mat, i saw a queue of men standing against the eastern wall of the room, starting just to the south of the mat. They wore blue shorts and T-shirts. The man in the front was tall and thin, with wavy blond hair. He seemed interesting in some way, but he also seemed very young. I wondered if he was still in high school. I then realized that the match had ended. I had missed the wrestling. I felt nervous, and i turned to the west and headed out of the building. I was walking to the southwest, across a gravel parking lot. It was dark out. The main road ran east to west to the south of me. I had come from a white wooden building to the east, which seemed like a pub. I remembered that i had previously come to this place from the west. I then realized that i did not have a car here. I had rided with someone before, and we had come down a road that met the road to the south of me somewhere to the west. I had almost reached the edge of the parking lot, where it opened up to the road. I felt annoyed, wondering how i should get home. I thought that i would probably have to walk. I knew that it was a very long distance though. I felt annoyed. I was carrying a duffel bag in my left hand, and i decided that i would have to sling it over my shoulder and start walking to the west. I lifted the bag, but did not feel comfortable with it over my left shoulder, so i passed it to my right. The light-blue bag was puffy and seemed to have flaps on the outside. I slinged it over my right shoulder and started walking to the west. I stopped after a few steps, feeling annoyed. I thought that i should call $F71 and ask him if he could pick me up. I did not want to inconvenience him, but i was not sure what else to do. It seemed too far to walk. I turned back to the northeast. I would have to tell $F71 that i was in Richford. The center of town seemed to be just to the east of me on the road. Someone then came from the east. He seemed to be a young man, and i felt somewhat protective of him. I was sitting in the driver’s seat of the truck now, which was parked along the western side of the parking lot. The young man got into the passenger’s seat of the truck. I said something to him, reassuring him that i had not come here to harm him. I had an electric guitar in my lap, and i was trying to figure out a song on it as i spoke to the young man. A man then came from the east. He seemed to be an older man, with graying hair and a scraggly beard. He seemed angry with me, and he tossed something toward me, which seemed to be a large wasp. I felt annoyed and swatted the wasp away. The wasp had a long black tail, which seemed too thick to be a stinger. The man grabbed the wasp by the tail and held him in his right hand for a moment as he looked at me. I told the man that i was going to take care of the young man, stating that i had not come here to harm him. The man scowled at me. I noticed that the wasp in his hand was extending its thin stinger from the end of the black tail. I did not trust the man, but i tried to play my guitar as if i was unconcerned with him. The young man was still to the west of me. I was facing south in the truck, and the man stood to the northeast of me outside. I hoped that the man realized that i was not a threat to the young man. The man then threw the wasp at me again, and it struck me on the back left side of my neck. I hoped that the wasp did not sting me. It fell to the floor behind me. I was annoyed with the man. He must not have believed me.

12021 February 10

I was walking to the south, and the man was walking to the southwest of me. He mentioned the buildings to the north, referring to them by a special term, which seemed to refer to the facade of the building. I looked at the buildings, realizing that they were not really buildings. We seemed to be in a large room now, and the scene to the north of us showed city buildings, but they seemed smaller in scale and fake. They looked like narrow urban apartments, but they were only two stories tall and the front of the buildings seemed to be one piece of wood. I stared at this scene for a moment as we turned to the east. The other man passed me and continued to the east as i looked at the buildings. They seemed to be part of a theater set, but they had been partly disassembled. The wood was old and dark with age. The openings on the western side of the set had rounded tops, but no glass or doors were in the windows or door frames. I could see part of the supporting structure behind the facade of the building. I thought that this had probably been a nice scene, but it now looked dirty and worn. I realized that the wall was flat, with few features. A loose board hung along the western side of the set. I thought that other boards must have been attached around the windows and door frames. The set was probably painted white at some point, but the crew was still in the process of taking it apart, so it looked abandoned and run down.

I was in the passenger’s seat of the car as the man drove the car to the northeast. I looked ahead at the tall metal I-beams that seemed to be part of a bridge. We seemed to be somewhere in the southern United States, near a waterway. I mentioned something about the water to the person driving, who seemed to be my grandfather. We turned to the southeast and started driving along a narrow road. I looked to the north at the tall metal beams. A canal seemed to run to the north of us, but i could not see it. The beams were in a cement pier, and they seemed to be part of a bridge that was being constructed. I said something about it. My attention was then turned back to the east. The cement ahead of us ended, and there was a two- or three-meter gap before it started up on a cement pier to the east. A thin strip of light-brown metal plating ran along both edges of road, so i realized that the metal plate that would normally cross the gap had been removed. I realized that we did not have enough time to stop, and i felt tense and panicked. I then felt the car accelerate as we started over the gap. I knew that we would not make it across the gap, but the car was moving fast enough that the front hit the cement platform to the east. I quickly reached to open my door before the car started falling into the gap. To my surprise, the car did not start falling immediately. The front grill of the car seemed to be stuck on the cement platform. I said something to the driver, hesitating to get out. It then seemed that the driver had jumped out, and i was standing on the cement pier on the western side of the gap. The car had not yet fallen, but i wondered if it would now that we had jumped out.

12021 February 11

I talked with the other people in the southwestern corner of the apartment. The large apartment seemed to be mostly one single room. The main living room was to the north of us, and a kitchen area was on the eastern side of it. A corridor ran along the southern side of the kitchen that seemed to lead to bathrooms or some other small rooms. I spoke with the others as we got ready for bed. $F12 and $A535 were moving around in the northwestern part of the living room. This was their apartment. I felt a little unsure about being here. I had come to visit $F12, but it seemed strange to be staying here with the others. $F12 and $A535 were talking about something near a closed door in the western end of the northern wall. They stood huddled together, as though they were conspiring. I knew that they were both very intoxicated; they had been smoking a lot of cannabis. The others near me mentioned how intoxicated they were. I thought it strange that they would be so intoxicated, but i remembered that cannabis is legal in California. I also thought it a little strange that $F12 was ignoring us. They snickered about something and opened the door to the bedroom to the north. They left the room. I talked to $F71, who was with me in the southwestern corner of the room. I moved to the east, along the southern side of the room. The southern side of the room seemed to be separated from the kitchen area by a thin wall. I was picking up some things from the ground in the smaller eastern end of the southern side of the room, but then i started walking to the east, down the hallway. I now seemed to be in a larger building. It seemed like the building that had been to the south of $F12’s apartment. I pictured $F12’s apartment on the ground floor of a building on the western end of a side street. The building to the south was large, and it ran down the length of the block to the east. It seemed to be made of blocks, and it seemed like an old school or institute. I was walking down the narrow corridor of the basement level, which seemed to be at the level of the street where the houses were. I wondered if i should be in this building. The walls of the corridor seemed to be covered with pale-yellow tiles, but parts also seemed to be bare cement. I reached the end of the corridor, which as in a doorway. The doorway was in the middle of the corridor and seemed to close off the western end of a short section of corridor where things were stored. The short section was about three meters long, and boxes were stacked along the northern side of the hallway. A second doorway was at the eastern end of the small section, but boxes were stacked in front of it so that only a small section near the top could be seen. The room beyond was lighted, and i pushed some of the boxes to the north, trying to get them out of the way so that i could continue down the corridor. I again felt as though i should not be in this building. I was aware of some people in the room to the east as i cleared the packages from my way. The room ahead seemed to be at a lower level that the hall that i was in. I bent over to move some of the packages, realizing that a large bag of something that looked like a tan flower was open and leaking. I lifted the bag from the southeast of me and moved it to the north, along the northern wall of the corridor. Someone was standing to the east of me as i did this. I did not want to have to clean up all of the powder from the ground, so i just moved around the sacks and boxes to get them out of my way. I was then in the next room, which seemed like a maintenance room with large furnaces or ventilation systems. Men in overalls were standing or sitting in various places around the room. I felt a little out of place here, because i was not part of the maintenance staff, but the others here did not seem to notice that i did not belong here. I then realized that i had not told $F12 and $A535 that i had left the apartment. I wondered if they had noticed that i had gone and if they wondered where i was. One of the workers stood to the east of me, and he asked me a question. I replied, noticing that i had a slight English accent. I thought that this place was in the United Kingdom and that i was visiting. A man to the northeast of me said that it was six. I thought that it was very late, and i wondered if $F12 was looking for me. I thought that he might be worried that i was not there. It had been dark when i left the house, and it had seemed late at night. I wondered i really had been up all night. I knew that i had been up for a very long time, but it did not seem reasonable that i had been up until six in the morning. One of the men then suggested that it was six in the evening. This did not seem right, because it had been dark for so long. I then remembered that England was quite a bit farther north than i was used to. The sun might have set very early here, and i was simply not used to that. The man to the southeast of me said that it was six in the evening, and i told him that it seemed to be so much later. I then said that it would still be light where i was from. I looked at him. He seemed young. He was a little shorter than i and seemed somewhat skinny. He had short dark hair that was combed flat along the sides of his narrow face. Something about him seemed very interesting. I told him that i was not from here. As i said this, i realized that i was talking with a slight English accent. I told him that it was a lot colder and the day had more light where i was from. The young man also said that he was not from this area. He said that he was from Ithaca, and he motioned to the southeast. I knew that he was referring to Ithaca, Greece. I told him that i was also from Ithaca, but i was from New York. I looked at the features of his face. He seemed to have a typical English face. He did not seem Greek or Mediterranean. I felt interested in him, but i spoke to some of the others. I moved to the east again, thinking i should leave this place and get back to $F12. I left the others in the room to the west as i walked down the corridor. I wanted to look around this place, which seemed very fancy. I passed through a doorway and come into the entry hall of the building. This place seemed like an old castle, but it had been kept in good repair. A corridor ran to the east of me, along the southern side of the building. At the end of it, i could see a large room. It seemed like a great hall, with a high peaked ceiling, but i could only see the large stone fireplace on the eastern wall, which was directly in line with the corridor. The fireplace was centered in the corridor, and a crest had been built into the pale-tan stone. I started to the south, pushing open the door to the castle, but something about the symbol on the fireplace above the hearth seemed very interesting. I backed up to the north and looked down the corridor again. The symbol was shaped roughly like a five-sided house, and the markings inside seemed to form a diagonal cross. I felt interested in the symbols, but i felt a little uncomfortable in this building. I knew that this place was a formal castle, and i knew that i should not be walking around in this place. I took another look at the symbol and then walked to the south, exiting the building through the wide double doors. I wondered if people would have seen me in the building on the security cameras. I thought that they might come to escort me out of the place. I came out into the wide plaza, which seemed to be a street. I wanted to look around the rest of the castle to see if i could see more of the symbols. The large building to the south seemed like a hotel, and the street to the south of me was cobblestone. I glanced down the southern side of the castle. It seemed like a short building, and the cobblestone yard around it seemed very wide. The yard stretched a ways to the east. I started to head to the east, thinking that i should look at the symbols in the yard, but i was aware of the people to the south. I thought that someone there might notice that i did not belong here. I stopped and turned south, aware of the large building to the south of the street and the people who were standing around near the doorway. The doorway was a little to the southeast of me, and the people there were nicely dressed for the fancy event. I was unsure where i should go. The street seemed to continue to the east, becoming a narrow alley. I wanted to go there, but i felt that i should get back to $F12’s house, which seemed to be at the western end of the street. I felt uncertain. I then turned and looked at the tower that was just to the west of me. It was attached to the front of the castle. I read the sign that was near me on the southeastern side of the rounded tower. It gave some instructions about how to interpret the water in the cup. I looked up to the northwest. The tower was a tall narrow spire. It was formed of oddly shaped stones and did not have a smooth surface. It seemed jagged and uneven. About two meters above my head was a small rounded shelf set into the side of the tower, and a white cup was resting in it. The instructions had talked about water in the cup and rain, so i thought that the water must wash down the side of the tower and then into the cup. A square symbol that was similar to the one on the fireplace was just below the shelf on the stone. I backed to the east a little to take in more of the tower. The tower was very narrow and was to the northwest of me, but a small terrace ran around the southern and western sides of the tower. The floor of the terrace was just above my eye level. I wondered if i could climb up onto the terrace, but then i thought that others would be watching me. This was an area where rich people were, and it would be obvious that i did not belong here. I stepped out into the wide cobblestone street and started heading west, aware of the people moving to the south of me. I started to run down the street when a loud noise sounded. It sounded like a small explosion. I saw lights flash along the tops of the buildings ahead of me. The sparkling lights shimmered along the tops of the buildings. These were fireworks. The United Kingdom was celebrating something. I hurried down the street.

It was dark, and i was wandering the streets with some other people. This place seemed foreign to me, but i was here with $G4. They started walking to the southwest, down a wide boulevard. The street seemed to end about fifty meters to the southwest, and i thought that a highway was just beyond it. Suburban houses lined either side of the wide street, and i thought the entrance to the highway was at the end of the street somewhere. The others walked slowly in the dark down the center of the road. Two medians separated the narrower lanes off the sides of the road from the main street. The medians were narrow and covered with grass. I wondered if the neighbors would mind that we were here. I was aware of an older woman to the south. She seemed to be on the low ridge that ran along the southeastern side of the street. The lighted houses on that side of the street seemed to be on the ridge, and i could see cars moving on the opposite sides of them, where a main road ran. The boulevard ended about five meters to the northeast of me on another main road. $F57 came from the east and started walking down the boulevard. He was trying to gather $G4 together for something. I felt uneasy, thinking that we would not be welcome here. I hoped that we continued onto the highway to the south so that we could leave this area. $F57 started singing, and the group joined him. I knew that the older woman would not be happy with this. I felt uncomfortable, and i stood to the north of the group. I then heard the sound of a siren off to the east on one of the other streets. I imagined that they had been called because of us and that they were on their way here. $G4 finished singing and wandered off to the south. They were heading for the access roads that led to the highway. I stood on the street for a moment, listening to the sirens. I wanted to see if they were really coming in our direction. The sirens were getting closer. I then thought that i should leave the area. I started running to the northeast, thinking that i should get out of sight before the police showed up. I ran onto the main street and started heading east. I headed south down a street, and i could hear the sirens coming toward me from the southeast. I would have to turn down an alley to the west to get back to where i had come from. The alley was between two large stone buildings. The sirens then came around the corner ahead of me, but they seemed to have stopped somewhere on the western side of the road. I came to the alley, but i paused. The building along the southern side of the alley was a large gray building made of stone blocks. It seemed to be a firehouse, and i could see an ambulance in the entrance with its lights on. I wondered if the ambulance was the vehicle with its sirens on. The ambulance was on the southern side of a wide arched entrance into the eastern end of the building. Just to the north of the ambulance was the front end of a fire truck. I started running to the west, down the alley. I had to get back to the others, but i was not sure where i was going. I glanced at the openings in the building to the south. About halfway down the building, an inset doorway was made of glass. It seemed much more modern than the building. I could see an empty entryway inside. I then looked ahead of me, noticing a fenced-in area on the northern side of the alley. The alley was wider here, and it looked more like a street. The building to the south still seemed to be the firehouse, but it was much more modern. I was aware of the entrances to it as i passed. The fenced-in area seemed to be for construction, and i wondered if the alley was blocked off. I realized that i could go around the fence, and i felt that i had to continue to the west to get away form the sirens to the east. I continued down the street. The white stone building to the south had a modern inset entrance near the eastern end of the northern side. I remembered this entrance from before. It felt very familiar, and it seemed very new, as though it had just been constructed. I was then standing again, trying to figure out where to go. I was past the construction material, and i seemed to be near the western end of the street. A woman was to the southwest of me, and she said something to me. The red stone building to the south seemed to be a theater. It had a wide arched entrance that was inset on the front, and the entrance was at the top of a short flight of matching stone steps. Two round columns were on either side of the wide archway. The woman was talking about something, and i saw the small bright orange and red symbol on the wall inside the archway. It looked like the Firefox logo, but i knew that it had something to do with a dragon. The woman continued to talk to me, and we now seemed to be in the entryway of the theater. The woman was very familiar. She related the story of the dragon. It had some significance. The woman was then a cartoon rendering. She had long black hair and a smooth oval face with East Asian features. She told the story of the dragon, and i saw the dragon in the cartoon. It was a small creature. The woman talked of records with the dragon, and i knew that there was some significance to the story. The dragon would grow along with the woman. There was another dragon, but it would die, and the woman would be unaware that it had died. Something about this was significant, because it meant that her dragon was more important. The dragon with the woman was elongated on the left side of the cartoon image, stretching out to look more like a thick chord. Its ends lifted into the air. I then looked at the logo of the dragon on the wall. It was again red and orange. This story was important.

12021 February 12

We were leaving the water park, which was inside the large white building. I stood in a corridor near the southern side of the building. The walls were white. My parents stood to the northwest of me as i faced south. They were telling me how we should leave. I was still wet, but i had my things in my left arm and was ready to leave. It seemed that they would meet up with me later and that they wanted me to get on the moving platform to head out. The moving platform was a black strip that ran along the southern wall. It had a short thin railing between it and the rest of the corridor. Small seats were moving to the east on the platform, like a carnival ride. The small rounded black seats were shaped roughly like birds with their heads rounded off. A man sat down on one of the animals and slided down the steep slope to the east. He then rounded a corner and disappeared into the southern wall. I knew that the slope continued descending to the west on the other side of the wall. I would have to wait for a seat. I looked at the dark-gray rounded seats. They looked like molded animals with a saddle on the back. One of the seats that came from the west came out of a rounded opening in the southern wall, just to the southeast of me. The saddle on it had a fan-shaped light-gray pattern across the top of it that fanned out toward the front of the saddle. The edges of the saddle were wider in the front. I noticed that some of the saddles were curved up in the front. I thought that this might prevent people from sliding forward as the seats went down the steep slope of the ride. I thought that i should get a seat with a higher front lip. I moved toward a seat, but it had a rounded back. I could now see a track on the ground that the seat seemed to be moving along. The track did not run straight, though. It came from the west on the southern side of the black area of the moving surface, and it curved to the northern side of the area just to the southwest of me. I moved to get on the seat, but i hesitated, thinking that i really should have a seat that had a better saddle. Before i could do anything, the seat slided down the slope to the east. I had thought that the seat was going to stop near me and that i would have to push it down the hill, but it continued on the track. I decided that i should get on one of the seats and ride it down. I sat down on one of the seats and turned to the east. The seat accelerated down the sloped and around the corner. It then seemed that it was silly that this was the only way to exit the building. I came in to a narrow corridor at the bottom of the slope that headed west. The corridor was poorly lighted; the only light coming in was from the windows in the southern wall, which were on the outside of narrow arched rectangles. I started walking down the corridor, and the other person was walking with me, just to the southeast of me. I noticed the metal rail under us as i walked. I thought that we would have to be careful not to step on the rail that provided power to the trains. I then realized that there was only one rail under us. I did notice a low metal ridge about a half meter to the south of the rail, though. The ridge looked like a thin sheet of metal that had been mostly rusted away. It had vertical rounded ridges at regular intervals, but the top was uneven. In some places, the ridge seemed to be below the surface of the dirt on the ground. As we reached an open are on the western end of the corridor, i could see that the ridge here was higher. The southern wall no longer had the white arches regular pattern of white arches. Instead, the southern wall was now farther from the tracks, and it seemed to be the southern side of a thick glass bus stop. The glass covered the southern wall and shorter western wall. It also seemed to be on the ceiling. The floor of the booth was cement, unlike the uneven ground that the tracks were on. Just past the booth, we turned to the south on the road that crossed the tracks. I told the other person to be careful of the third rail, and i continued down the road. We seemed to be riding bicycles now on the city street, which rose up a shallow hill. The street was wide, with no cars, and the buildings on the sides seemed like low apartment buildings.

12021 February 14

I started to the northeast. $F72 was following me, and she was to the south of me. We were in a forest, and we were trying to follow a trail, but it seemed hard to follow. A set of cement stairs descended to the north ahead of me. They were in the middle of a creekbed, and they did not seemed to be leading from anywhere or to anywhere. I hit the southwestern corner of the cement and started diagonally down the steps, toward the water, which ran to the northeast of us, flowing from the south to the northwest. $F72 said something about the stairs, and i assured her that it would not be too difficult to cross. She seemed hesitant. A log lay across the eastern side of the steps, and i knew that we would have to avoid stepping on it, because it would make balance hard. As i reached the bottom of the steps, i looked at the water to the northeast. It was shallow water, but i knew that we did not want to get our feet wet. I scanned the surface of the water, noticing where the rocks protruded. I was looking for a section where we could step and not have to step in water. I continued to the east, seeing a shallow spot just to the east of a rock. $F72 stated some objection to stepping in the water, but i thought that it was shallow enough that our feet would not submerge. I then noticed some other rocks to the east that we could walk on. They seemed to run into a straight line and could get us to the shore. I talked to $F72 as i walked across the rocks toward the other shore.

12021 February 18

I moved around the room where my parents were. I seemed to be in their farmhouse, and i headed to the south on the second floor. I wanted to go running, but i had to get my things together. I seemed to be distracted by something, though, and i was not quite focused on what i was doing. I was then lying on the bed, which seemed to be against the eastern wall of the middle room of my parents’ house. My feet were to the west of me, and i was thinking about something. I could see the sky over my head, and it was gray and overcast. I thought that the weather was not as nice as it had been. I looked up to the west. $A750 was on the western side of the room doing something, and she was looking at me. She frowned with disapproval. I had said something about opioids, and i thought that she thought that i had taken some. She moved to the north, complaining to the others that i was intoxicated. I felt annoyed, but i did not say anything. I got up from the bed and sat facing north for a moment. I knew that the others would be worried that i was taking drugs, but i did not feel like doing anything about it now. I thought that it was getting late, and i still wanted to go running. My father then came into the room from the north. He seemed to want to talk to me, and i wondered if he was going to talk to me about drugs. I was now in the small bedroom on the southeastern corner of the house. I moved to the eastern end of the room to gather my things. My father moved around the western side of the room, talking about something. He seemed to be working on something. He then showed me the metal bracket. It was about twenty centimeters long and ten centimeters wide. It formed a rectangle. He moved to the south of me has he held it in his right hand, showing it to me. He then showed me the metal cable that he held in his left hand. He was hooking something up, and i thought that it was some kind of emergency system to climb out of a window. I wondered if he was doing it because he thought that i was addicted to opioids. My father walked around the eastern side of the raised surface, which i was standing to the north of, and headed toward the window in the northern wall. I did not think that i would ever use such an emergency-escape system, and i told him that i probably did not need it. I collected a few more of my things from the bed. I mentioned that the second floor is low enough that someone could simply jump out of the windows and not get hurt on the ground below. My father moved to the window in the northern wall of the room, and i thought that the back stairs of the house were right below the window. I pictured the stairs as a cement stoop under an aluminium screen door. I turned to see what my father was doing. The windows seemed high on the wall, and, when i moved toward them, i noticed the roof outside. As i reached the window, i realized that the roof under the window was actually two or three long and sloped only slightly down to the north. MY father had stepped out onto the roof, and i passed through the window and stood near the house near him, looking down at the edge of the roof under which i thought the steps would be. I thought about the stairs under the roof, but i did not approach the edge of the roof. I then noticed that the sky to the north was dark gray. My father was standing to the northeast of me, staring up to the northwest. I looked at the sky, noticing the storm that was all around us. The clouds were just to the north of us, and we seemed high in the air. The city was below us, to the north, but i could see the tops of several skyscrapers at our eye level. A large black plain square tower was to he northwest of us. Directly to the north, i could see a gray cloud curling around itself. It seemed to be only fifty meters or so away. I realized that this was the dangerous storm, and i remembered my mother warning me about it. I thought that tornadoes were expected. I pointed out the rotating cloud to my father, and i told him that he should come into the house. I felt upset. I started back to the window, but my father did not come with me. He continued watching the storm. I felt worried. The curling cloud moved to the east, past us, but, when i looked back to the northeast, i could see a more distinct funnel cloud. It was taller and darker than the first. I pointed out the darker cloud, feeling nervous about staying out on the roof. I wanted my father to come into the house, but he did not moved. I turned back to the south. The counter was just to the south of me, and $K2 was standing to the east of me. He was also on the northern side of the table. I wanted to get back into the house. The opening into the house was very small now. The opening seemed to be just above the wooden table to the south of me. It was like a shelf structure standing on top of the table. I put my right arm into a square hole, which as only about a half-meter square. I remembered squeezing through the tight space to get back into the house before, but i was much younger at the time. I wondered if i would still be able to get into the space. I did not think that i could. I lifted my arm, and the small square box hung from my arm. I showed the opening to $K2, saying that it was too small for an adult to go through. My mother was to the northeast of me now, and the storm seemed to be over. My mother started walking to the north, and she said that we should cook now. She knew that i wanted to go running, and she was trying to distract me with something because she did not want me to go running so soon after the storm. I felt annoyed that my mother was so worried. I turned to the northwest and started walking away from the house. The ground under me was covered with dark crushed shale. Several oval puddles were here and there on the ground. I was then aware of the large buildings around me. I had left the building that was on the southern side of the area, and several similar large buildings seemed to be to the north of me. This place seemed like an apartment complex. The water on the ground seemed to be left over from the storm, but i felt that the storm was well past now. A man was jogging toward me from the northwest. He moved from side to side as he avoided some of the raised oval areas on the ground. He passed to the north of me, heading to the east. I continued northwest, moving between two of the oddly shaped areas. The areas seemed like long bent ovals with edges that were about a deci higher than the surround ground. They looked like meteor craters, but they were not round. I reached the western end of the area, and i seemed to be on different terrain. A low wide grassy mound ran north to south along the western side of the apartment complex. I was then jogging to the north on the top of the mound. To the north of me, i could see a hill ridge running east to west. The ridge was covered with forest, but i could see flashing white lights moving from the east across the southern face of the hill. I thought that the flashing lights were from a police car, but i realized that they were from an ambulance. I watched the ambulance cross the hill as i jogged north, passing several people who were walking slowly to the south. It was getting dark, and the lights seemed very bright on the hill. I then wondered how the vehicle was driving through the forest. I did not see a road going across he hill. The vehicle had turned and was now driving south. I had reached the northern end of the mound, which seemed to slope down toward the base of the hill to the north. The car was driving to the south, along the western side of the top of the mound. As the vehicle came clear of the trees, i could see that it was a wide Humvee. It had bright lights across the front, and it was decorated in green camouflage. As the vehicle passed me, i started moving down the long northern slope of the hill, sliding to the north. I was on a sled, and i was trying to get it to slide down the narrow track that was pressed into the eastern side of the mound. I watched the ground under me move slowly past. I thought that the sled would accelerate as it went down the hill, but it was slow to pick up speed. I grabbed the sides of the sled, thinking that i should make sure that the brakes worked. I knew that they were activated by me pulling on something along the sides. I could feel the small wheels under the sides of the sled, which i pictured as rounded white plastic wheels. I looked ahead, seeing two people about fifty meters ahead of me, at the bottom of the long slope. The shallow groove in the hill ran from where i was to about where they were, descending the slope mostly to the north, but ending up a few meters to the east of where it started. I would have to keep the sled in the track as i went down the hill.

12021 February 20

The others were to the east of me, standing in a small area to the south of a small stone building. We had come to this area. I felt as though i was apart from the group. I wanted to hang out with them, but i felt hesitant. I approached the others and started talking. I then noticed that a broken gravestone was on the ground just to the east. Something like a wall or fence seemed to run just to the south of me, and it left a space about two by three meters along the southern side of the stone building. The others were huddled in the space as they spoke. The headstone was just outside the area. I knew that the others had not broken it, but i thought that they should not be stepping over it. I thought that the people who ran the cemetery must have left the stone there to get it out of the way. I felt uncomfortable about the stone, thinking that someone might notice the others near it and think that they had broken it. I then noticed that one of the men in the small area was sitting on a stack of old gray headstones. They had been stacked up against the southern border on the western edge of the space. This annoyed me. I then saw that the white stone i had seen was now pushed up against the southern wall on the eastern side of the area, and some people were sitting on it as well. They had stacked up the stones to use as benches. I thought that the people who ran this place would think that the group had vandalized the stones and would call the police. I did not want to stay here.

I followed the other person to the east, into the back room of the old building. The building seemed like an old hotel or restaurant in a large city, like New York. It had heavy plaster walls, but everything was grayed by age. The narrow hall had led to the east, but we had turned to the southeast and entered a kitchen. Only the other person was with me, and he seemed to be someone of importance. I felt nervous with him. Someone then tossed a small golden clip to the south. It was roughly rectangular, with an opening in one of the sides and a cross bar stretching the short width. The clip was about a centimeter long. I watched it as it arced to the south and hit the wooden panel on the southern wall. A metal ventilation grate was in the lower part of the panel, and the pin fell against it and passed through the diagonal mesh. The man told me to get the clip. I walked to the grate, wondering if i could reach down for it. I thought that the grate would pull off of the wall rather easily. I crouched down and looked at the grate. I could see a small cement room on the other side. The floor of the room to the south was about a half meter below the floor that i was standing on. The clip had fallen onto the dirty cement floor, just below the grate. I then noticed a heating grate in the floor just below me. The lower grate was narrow. Through it, i could see a cement floor about a half meter below. I could easily lift up this grate, but a thin piece of plywood crossed the southern opening of the compartment below, so i would not be able to grab the clip. I would have to somehow move the plywood out of the way first. It did seem to be loose. Instead, i put the grate back down and walked back out of the kitchen, heading west down the corridor. I came into the square entry hall, which had a tall ceiling. I looked to the south, looking for a door in the southeastern corner of the room that might lead to the cement room i had seen on the other side of the grate. The wooden paneling of the walls was old and well polished, but it did not have any doors in it. I continued across the square room to the west until i walked out the front entrance of the building. I walked to the south, down the sidewalk. I watched the gray stone building to the north of me as i moved, looking for another entry door. I seemed to walk for a distance before i found one. I pulled open the thick glass door in the heavy brass frame and walked inside. I could not see any rooms to the northeast of me. I felt confused. I should have seen the room that i had seen through the grate. I wondered if i had wandered too far to the south. I turned around, realizing that i was in the entryway of a fancy hotel. No one was around. A wide corridor extended to the south along the western side of the building, with light coming in from windows in the exterior wall. The walls and floor were made of a smooth stone, which seemed like gray marble. This was not what i was looking for. I headed back to the west, stepping out of the building and finding myself in a wide oval portico. I was under part of the building, and i could see the bright light outside to the west of me. The paved area around me was elliptical, with two small ornate stone lions guarding an opening about a meter and a half wide, which was directly to the west of me. I had come in from another opening to the north, which seemed to lead to a drive that curved quickly to the west. The drive seemed to continue to the south along the building. This place interested me, and i felt comfortable here. I moved around in the center of the area as though dancing slowly. It felt good to be here. I then remembered that i as looking for the room, and i felt self-conscious about dancing here. I looked back to the northeast. I was now just inside the building again, and i could see a large empty cement room to the north of the entry hall. It had a dirty cement floor, but it did not have a grate in the eastern end of the northern wall. It was not the correct room. I wondered how i could have missed the room. I headed back to the north and reentered the building i had been in. I looked again at the wood paneling on the eastern end of the southern wall of the entryway as i crossed the northern side of it, heading toward the narrow corridor that led to into the heart of the building. As i reached the eastern wall, i noticed a man standing just beyond the doorway that led into the corridor. He had dark skin and short curly hair. He wore a blue suit and stood very tall, like a soldier on guard. He seemed to be standing in a small section of the corridor between two doorways. To the south of him was a glass wall, which i thought led to a stairwell. I wondered if it could lead to the other rooms. I did not think that it did, but i was not sure where else to look. I felt hesitant about approaching the man, though. I knew that he as a bodyguard for the person i had been working for. The important man had let me in the building before, but i was not sure that the guard knew that i was allowed into the back of the building. I wondered if he would ask me to leave the building. I stopped and asked him if he knew how to get to the cement room to the southeast. I told him that i had seen the clip through the grating in the wall, but i was not sure how to get it. The man smiled and moved to help me. He seemed to understand what the problem was, as though he had helped people solve it before. We were then in the kitchen again, and a woman said that the clip was working. She moved toward the two grates and pulled up the lower one. She said that the clip was a fairy object, and that it had fooled me. This meant that the clip was working. She pulled the small clip out of the lower grate. I realized that the upper grate did not really exist. The object had created the illusion of the upper grate, and the illusion was a replica of the lower grate. This surprised and impressed me.

12021 February 22

I was early in the morning, and i was on the southern side of the bedroom, collecting some of my things from a surface to the south of me so that i could leave. I seemed to be packing the things into my backpack. Someone was on the western side of the room. I had said something to that person. $K1 and her family seemed to be in another room just to the south of us. I then looked to the north. A large bed was against the northern wall of the room, and my grandmother was sleeping on the eastern side of the bed. The white sheets and blankets had been pulled back to the southwest, off of her. She seemed dreary, and she lay on her back with her left leg straight and her right one bent out to the side and partly under the sheets. Her left arm was down by her side, and her right hand was over her forehead. She glanced down at me and spoke as though still partly asleep, saying that $K1’s children would die. She seemed upset by this idea. I remembered thinking this before, though, and i knew that it was true. I then hoped that it was not true. The idea seemed logical, though, as if i knew that it would happen. I started walking to the west. I wondered how all three of $K1’s children would die at the same time. It seemed strange that they would. I felt sad and was not sure what to do.

I moved to the north along the eastern side of the area. My family was here, and i seemed to be in a large room of a building. My family was talking about going somewhere, but i thought that i had been getting ready to go somewhere else. I would be traveling by myself. My family members seemed to be sitting on a couch against the eastern wall of the room. I crouched down in the middle of the floor. A wooden coffee table was between the couch and me. I looked at the long thin galvanized nail that was sticking out of something, facing up and to the northwest. I started cutting the nail with a small blade as i responded to my relatives. I then wondered why i was taking the top off of the nail. I cut most of the way through the nail and then pulled the top off, twisting the nail, which was to the east of me, to the southeast. As the nail broke, i noticed a short jagged section on the base of the nail. I thought that cutting through the nail had produced several shards of metal. I looked at the index finger of my right hand, noticing several metal splinters sticking out of the skin. They had not punctured my skin that far. I felt annoyed, and i pulled out the fibers with my left hand. I then though that i should leave here. I wanted to go back to the south and fly over the others, who seemed to be on the other side of the campground. I knew that i was able to fly very high, though i had not done it in a while. I told the others that i was going to go flying as i walked to the north, toward the exit of the building, which seemed to be in the center of the northern wall of the large room. I left the building to the north, and i seemed to walk down a short set of wooden steps. A gravel driveway ran directly to the north of the building. I turned to the east and walked between the building and the gravel drive. As i started to the east, a car came up the drive from the south. The gravel one-lane road ran east to the end of the building and turned sharply to the south. The car turned around the corner and headed to the west. I thought that $F58 was here somewhere, and i thought that the car had something to do with her. It seemed to be a pale-green SUV. I rounded the northeastern corner of the building and headed to the south. I could see the large open grassy lawn to the south. A single large tree seemed to be on the eastern side of it, and another large wooden cabin seemed to be on the southern side of it. I wanted to run to the south and fly, but i had to adjust something first. I tightened the buckle on my belt, thinking that i had to secure something. I had lights on my upper body, and i thought that i should turn them on so that they blinked while i flew. It would be a good way to see things from the air. I then wondered if the blinking lights would make others wonder what was flying. I thought that they might be surprised to see the blinking lights moving over them, and this idea delighted me. I started to the south again, but again stopped to adjust the clips on the shoulder straps that i had on. Others had walked to the east of me and stopped. Some people seemed to be walking to the northeast across the lawn to the south. I had to get my things ready so that i could fly. I started to feel disappointed, thinking that i would not get to fly because i had too many things to do.

12021 February 23

I was in the bedroom on the western side of the large house. $G3 seemed to be staying in this house, and i was here with them. I was on the northern side of the room, which seemed like a dormitory. A man came in from the northeast. He seemed like $A498. He noticed that i had a guitar in my left hand, and he said that he wanted to play with me. I sat down on the northern edge of the bed to the south of me and started playing guitar. He was to the north of me, on the other side of the bed. We played for a moment. Then the man was standing to the north of the bed. He had a phonograph in his hand, which he had pulled out from a white paper sleeve. We talked about the phonographs that we had been playing. I told the man that the phonographs belonged to $A35. I thought that we probably should not be playing them. The man put the phonograph back into the white sleeve and tossed it on the bed. I could see that the sleeve had the initials “TLH” on the front. They had been written in heavy black magic marker that was starting to fade. I left the room and headed to the east, down the hallway. The hallway seemed to run along the northern side of the building. Ahead of me, the darkened hallway ended, with an opening in the northern side that led to a stairwell and an opening at the end that opened to the southeast into a room. The northern wall of the corridor was flush with the northern wall of the room. A man was working on the stairwell, doing something with the wall just to the east of the stairs. He had a thin sheet of plywood that stuck out from the wall and ran parallel to the first flight of stairs, which descended to the north. The sheet of wood seemed to be a sliding door, and it seemed to be painted white with some red patterns on it. I told the man that the sliding door looked nice as it turned to the north and started down the stairs. The wall to the east of the stairs did not seem to be there, and i could see the sliding door extend into the wall to the north. As i reached the bottom of the first flight of stairs, the landing at the bottom ran to the east. I started to turn to the east, but the lower corner of the sliding door was sticking out into the corridor. I had to duck under it to get past. The man would be fixing it so that it worked better. I turned to the south and started down a second flight of stairs, which did not seem to descend. The sloping ceiling was another set of stairs, but they seemed to be only a framework of bare wood. I was supposed to go under them to get out of the stairwell, but the gap was too narrow at the moment. I found myself caught underneath the steps. I thought that i could push the set of steps up to get out into the room, but this did not seem right. I wondered how i would get out of the stairwell on this floor.

12021 February 25

I sat at the small desk on the western side of the classroom, facing north. I had been writing the essay on the piece of paper in front of me. I looked at the page of writing. It was a few paragraphs to describe something. I thought that the page of information described everything about the topic. However, when i looked around the room, i noticed that others were still writing their essays. I wondered why so many people were still writing. I then thought that the teacher might have expected something longer that i had written. I looked at the instructions typed at the top of the page and realized that the teacher wanted us to write at least ten thousand words for the essay. I felt annoyed, thinking that the question could be answered in only a few paragraphs. It was wasteful to write more. I felt a little stressed, thinking of how i could make the essay longer without talking about nothing. I did not like wasting words. I thought about this for a moment, but then i realized that i would have to head out. I packed up the papers, thinking that i could finish them later. I then wondered why i would finish them later. Someone was then standing to the east of me, looking over my right shoulder at the essay, which was still on the desk. I tried to describe something, but i did not see the essay on the top of the papers. I would have to find it among the papers that i had stacked up to put in my bag. I felt unsure as i put the papers in my bag, thinking that i actually had a lot of homework to do. I was adding the essay to it, which seemed like more work. I stood to the south of the desk for a moment, wondering how we ever got all the homework done when i was younger. I turned to the east. The table to the north of me was longer now, and it extended to the east of me. Several other students had gathered around the table to talk about the essay. I was at the western end of the southern side of the table. The students seemed to be asking for advice on writing more in the essays. I had said something about writing extra information even when less text could easily answer the question of the essay. I felt that the students were now asking me for advice on filling the space. I had written extra text for an essay before, and i told them that they just had to write about other things related to the topic of the essay. I noticed the tall plant on the eastern end of the table. It had a tall central stem that branched out on the top. The stem looked like broccoli or cauliflower. The thick branches of the plant seemed more like a succulent, though, and i thought it might be some kind of cactus with long rounded leafs. The leafs were pudgy and almost white, with rectangular raised bumps here and there. I motioned to the plant with my left hand and told the others that they could refer to the plant in their essays. I thought that they could describe its history or describe it in detail to fill up essay space. I then thought that an essay was actually pretty boring when it was simply a list of details. I turned to the south and walked down the wide corridor, thinking about the small white cluster of flowers on the top of the broccoli plants and how to describe them. I told the others, who still seemed to be at the table to the north of me, that the broccoli plant actually got its name from the description of the flowers. I then remembered that i was heading to have lunch, and i thought that i should wash my hands. As i turned to the north, i dropped a small paper lunch bag. The bag fell to the north of me, which seemed to be just behind my left leg. Annoyed, i bent down to pick it up. The top of the bag was folded over to seal it. I now seemed to be in a corridor on the eastern side of the building. At the northern end of the corridor, a narrower corridor ran to the east, and the lavatory was on the northern side of the western end of the narrower corridor. A wide doorway seemed to lead into a classroom directly to the north of the center of the corridor i was in, and the bathroom door was just to the east of it, almost flush with the eastern wall of the corridor i was in. I headed toward the bathroom door, which was a wide sliding frosted-glass door. As i approached, i noticed the reflection in the door, which was a reflection of a couch in a large empty room. I thought that the couch was on the other side of the door, to the northeast of me. The bathroom would be to the west of the open sitting room. I was then walking to the south, down the corridor on the eastern side of the building. This corridor had blank white walls with no doors. A wide doorway in the southern end of the eastern wall led to the cafeteria. I was headed for it. Light seemed to come into the corridor from high windows on the southern wall. I had my lunch with me, which made me suddenly wonder why i would be heading to the cafeteria. I would have to pay to get into the cafeteria, and i thought that i would rather not do that if i did not have to. I felt indecisive for a moment, but i turned back to the west and started out of the cafeteria. I was now in the corridor that led to the main room of the cafeteria. The corridor seemed to be at the southern end of the long corridor i had been in. People were crowed around a cash register and counter along the northern side of the corridor. Part of the queue clustered in the center of the hall, and i pushed through the crowd to leave the cafeteria area. As i moved through the crowd, i saw $F67 and someone else walking in the opposite direction. I said hello to $F67 as she passed. It seemed good to see her. I stopped just past the crowd on the western end of the corridor, realizing that $F67 and some of the others were probably expecting to sit with me for lunch. I wondered if they had been waiting for me. I felt disappointed, thinking that i should have eaten with the others. I wondered if i should go back into the cafeteria to sit with them.

12021 February 26

I walked back into the area from the southwest. I was near the southern end of a gorge. The area here was flat and forested to the east of me. I had been hiking in the gorge earlier, and it seemed that i had walked down the trail from the north. I was now about to head back to the northeast. The trail seemed to run along the southeastern rim of the gorge. A small patch of worn grass as directly to the east of me, and i could see the tall trees and little undergrowth of the forest to the east and northeast. The gorge now seemed to run to the north and northwest of me. I started to the northeast to reach the forested area so that i could turn to the northwest. I passed a group of people, who seemed to be college students. They were getting ready to head up the gorge. I thought that i should get ahead of them so that i cloud walk the trails by myself, but they started following me as i walked. I looked through the open forest to the northeast of me, noticing the top edge of the cliff about thirty meters away. The edge of land ran northwest to southeast. I knew that the view form the top of the cliff was very nice. I turned my attention back to the northwest, looking at the gorge ahead of me. It seemed very wide, but it was filled with narrow ridges of land at different heights that ran down the center. I tried to keep moving along one of the ridges, aware that the others were following me. I did not want them to catch up with me. Trees and bushes grew along the ridges, which seemed like narrow fins of land. To the southwest of me, i could see some of the others walking on a parallel path. I had hoped that they would all take another path, but they were all moving in the same direction as me, and i knew that the different paths would meet up eventually. I felt that the others were going to get in my way, and i felt annoyed. I turned my attention to the narrow dirt path ahead of me as i rode my bicycle down the trail. A smooth cliff of moss- or grass-covered stone was just to the east of me. I tried to stay on the path, but my bicycle slipped a little to the west, and the tires slided over the side of the ridge. I felt annoyed, and i grabbed on to the dirt of the path to keep myself from sliding over the edge and into the gorge below. I was aware of a man following me on the trail. I pulled myself back up onto the dirt and turned around to warn the others. Below me on the trail i noticed a section of metal fencing. I must have caught my tire on it and dragged it. The path behind me was now in a forested area, with a steep drop-off to the west. I could see that the metal fence had run along the eastern side of the trail, along a row of trees. I pointed out the fence to the others, but they were already clearing it from the tail. They were standing in a group to the east-southeast of me, pulling the fence out from under my tires. I turned and headed to the northwest again. The gorge now had logs in it, and i was climbing along the lengths of the logs. We were in a room, and the others were climbing along the logs behind me. I was heading north now, down the length of the room. The logs ran from the floor on the southern side of the room to a cement balcony that ran along the northern wall. The logs really seemed to be planks of wood, and they were tossed on top of each other in a random order. I walked carefully up one of the planks near the eastern wall, but some of the planks under me were falling. I realized that i had to be careful not to dislodge too many planks or i would not have enough to walk on. I decided that i could not easily climb the section of boards where i was, so i backed down to the southern side of the cement room. I noticed that the others were climbing the boards around the rest of the room. They were knocking some of the boards down, though. Too many people were trying to climb, and they would dislodge too many boards. I did not want the others to fall, so i hoped that they would stop knocking the boards down. I watched a man climbing up along the western wall. He too was having difficulty, and he backed down to the bottom. I realized that he had not been climbing along a log. The tube under him seemed to be a long inflatable purple baton. As he reached the ground, i noticed that there now seemed to be only two ways to make it to the top. All of the boards had fallen, and only the purple tube and another board that ran just to the east of the center of the room were left. The board i had been climbing on then fall as someone tried to make their way back down. I wondered how we were going to get back up, and i asked the others this aloud. I talked with them for a moment in the room. I then headed to the northwest, now outside the building. I was again in the forested area, and i thought that i wanted to bike the trails of this area. I had been running here, and i thought that the area was very nice. I looked down at my legs as i walked on a dirt path to the northwest. I noticed a long cut along my left leg. The inside of my left shin seemed to be split open. There was no blood, though, and i decided that it must be an impression from climbing on the boards. As i looked more closely, though, i noticed that the split ran all the way up my thigh, just to the inside of the top of my thigh. The split looked deep, and it seemed that i could see the flesh of the muscle in my leg. This seemed strange, because i could see no blood. I pressed the wound together, noticing that the edges of the skin were sticky and held together for a moment. I started to feel upset, wondering what could have happened to my leg. I then noticed a deep indent near the top of the split, about a deci below my groin. The indent was roughly square and seemed to press deep into my leg. A pussy fluid filled the lower edges of the opening. I showed the cut to the doctor, who was now to the northwest of me, in the small room. I told him that nothing had happened to cause this split. I said that i just found it split. I felt worried and wondered what to do. I looked down at my leg. I was now wearing a pair of blue tight shorts that covered most of my upper thigh. The shorts had a tear near the center of the leg, where the square hole had been. I was not sure what i should do, and i paced around the southeastern section of the room trying to think of what i should do.

I entered the house from the east and moved along the room, which seemed to be on the northern side of the house. I had been doing something here and had left, but i had now returned. The room seemed to be a dormitory, with metal bunk beds along the northern wall. The people here were $G3, and they were getting ready for some event. I chatted with some of the people as i moved around on the southern side of the room. I told them that i had something. I extended my right arm to the northeast to clip a long cable of lights to the southeastern corner of a bunk that was just to the north of me, on the southern side of the room. I felt a little uneasy, thinking that $G3 were getting ready for an event where they would take their dates out for dinner and dancing, and i would not be part of the event. I moved some things around on the bunk to the north of me, which seemed to be near the southern wall but in the middle of the room. I walked to the west, thinking that i would not have had a date at this time of my life. I thought that i did not really know how to date someone. I was walking around the southern side of a long rectangular folding table, which was covered with books. The books seemed to be on display. I thought about how i never really dated people when i was younger. I was homosexual, but i was not allowed to tell people this at the time. That made it harder to find people to make friends with. I then realized that this would be an interesting story to tell to a psychiatrist. I looked at the newspapers and books on the table as i reached the western end of the table. The books had cartoon covers and seemed to have jokes on current topics. I looked back across the table, noticing a book resting against a stand to the northeast of me. The illustrated scene on the cover reminded me of one of the Oz books. The illustration was in the center of the orange cover and had rounded edges. The words arched over a cartoon depiction of a cat or pig, which was standing on its hind legs. The animal was wearing clothing that seemed to be from the Middle Ages. A walked around the western end of the table, looking at the book. I headed east again along the northern side of the table to get a better look at the book. A pumpkin and some flowers were in a negative arc below the figure, with vegetation or something stem-like around the edges. A rounded symbol was just over the animal’s head, to the right of it. The rounded symbol had a vague cross in the center, but the crossbar of the cross was high enough that the cross seemed like the letter T. The character was drawn with crude brush strokes, making it look like a painted symbol. I thought that all of these books were making fun of Trump. I then noticed a bright orange book on a separate table, which was against the eastern wall, to the northeast of me. I walked toward it. The book had the same crude letter T painted in black on the neon-orange cover. I wondered if all of these books would be collectors’ items in a few years. They were all mockeries of Trump.

I moved to the southwest, thinking that i wanted to fly and needed an open area. I thought that i could fly simply by gliding on the wind that was blowing from the southeast. I had been doing it before, and i still felt good about having done it. I thought that i should show others how i could fly, but there was no wind at the moment. I walked through the section of the building, which seemed like an outdoor archway with a roof over it. The main building was to the east of me, but part of it seemed to be to the west as well. I stopped just south of the building. The long white building ran along the top of a grassy hill, which descended to the south. This seemed to be part of a college campus. I extended my arms to the side and lifted my feet from the ground, feeling the force as i pushed down on the air. $A464 was then to the east of me. She asked me how i was able to fly. $A14 was with her, to the east of me. I explained that the wind pushes up “enough to float”. I curved my arms slightly to the front of me and down, feeling a tension as i pushed against the wind. I seemed to be flexing my chest muscles to hold my arms in the position as the wind blew against them. I thought that the curved position was allowing the wind to push me upward so that i could float. I wanted to fly to the south, gliding over the grassy slope. I moved out over the hill, partly running and partly gliding to the southeast. I was actually rolling in a wheelchair down the slope, and i hoped that i was not going too fast. I did not need the wheelchair, but i remembered that i had been using it. It was an old black metal wheelchair that seemed crudely constructed. As i neared the bottom of the slope, i thought that i would have to give it up at some point. I turned sharply to the east near the bottom of the hill and speeded down the cement steps that led down the lower part of the slope, to the east. A woman had been walking toward me from the north, and she watched me as she crossed the road to the south of the hill. At the bottom of the stairs, i continued to the east in the chair. I would have to stop using the chair. I was not really injured, so i thought that i should not be using the chair. I then thought that i would have to come up with an excuse for why my legs got better, otherwise people would be upset that i had been using the chair for no good reason.

12021 February 27

We entered the large room from the southwest. The room was full of people and seemed to be a restaurant or casino. Most of the surfaces in the room were white with metallic trimming that sparkled in the lights. I followed the others to the north along the western side. We then turned to the east. A section of wall or vertical supports seemed to take up the center of the room, and a bar ran along the northern wall. I thought that we were going to be gabling here, and i thought that i would have to go get more chips. I felt a little nervous about this. I walked to the south along the eastern side of the room, stopping to the north of a table. I thought that i would have to wait here until one of the servers at the table could help me. The man on the southern side of the table looked up questioningly. He was Patrick Stewart. I then realized that the men around him at the table were all wearing light-colored tank tops, and they were all rather muscular. This seemed strange. Before i could ask for some chips, one of my friends to the north of me called me. I turned my attention back to the north and walked away from the table where Patrick Stewart was. It seemed that someone else in my group would by purchasing chips. I felt a little relieved about this, thinking that i had already spent a lot of money here. I thought that we had already bought a lot of chips before and spent them. I was happy that i did not have to buy more. The person motioned to the east, and i could see a booth table on the eastern wall. I started walking toward it. As i reached it, it was a free-standing table to the west of the booths, and i walked around the northern side and stopped to the east of the table. The others came from the north and started to seat themselves around the table. I looked at the plates of food that were already on the table. Five or more people were already seated at the southern end of the table. I turned to the west to look at the spot on the table near me. I noticed that it did not have a plate of food in front of it. I asked if there was another table setting. A woman stood to the north of me. She seemed to be a waiter, and she seemed to be wearing a pale yellow dress with a white apron. She seemed confused and unsure of what to do. I noticed a chair just to the south of me that was open. It had a plate of food in front of it. I asked if someone was sitting there. $F71, who was sitting just to the south of the chair, looked up at me. A woman, who was sitting across the table from the seat, told me the name of the man who was sitting there. It seemed as though she called him Tim. I remembered him as a tall muscular man, and i knew that he was dating the woman who was across the table. I would have to sit in the empty spot. I felt awkward.

I was watching the scene from the southwest as the man came into the ship. This was an episode of Star Trek. Worf was in the hallway, wearing a dark green robe over his uniform. The man coming in was a Klingon, but he would not recognize Worf, because Worf was out of uniform. It was supposed to be an awkward scene. The Klingon who entered was aloof, and did not seem to recognize Worf. He kept looking around the corridors as he walked to the south, with Worf following him. I watched the scene as they passed me and stopped at a junction in the corridor. A smaller corridor ran off to the west. The Klingon moved around quickly, looking at things, and Worf stood in the middle of the junction, noticeably uncomfortable.

12021 February 28

I picked up something from the ground and started walking to the west, down the corridor. The door to the room on the southern side of the hall was ajar, and i remembered that the others had said something about the room. The corridor was run down, with chipping paint, and the room seemed to be someplace that had not been used in a while. I thought that it was an old store that had been abandoned. The thick white wooden door had a window in the upper half, and the inside was dark. I knew that the room was filled with debris, which seemed to be old shelving and furnishings that were now leaned up against the walls and counters of the room. I remembered dreaming about the short scenes. It seemed that i had just dreamed about several short vignettes in a row. They had something to do with the room. The others, who were now to the west, had believed that something in the room inspired the stories. I thought that it must be something supernatural. As i walked past the doorway of the room, i felt cold air coming out of the room. I thought that something inside might be using energy to create the stories. I called to the others, who were to the west of me, and i reminded them of their beliefs of the spirits in the room. I said that they must be true, because i had experienced several short memories of stories. I looked up to the west. I was now walking down a narrow street, which had some small houses along the north. A larger low building ran along the southern side. Ahead of me, i could see the others standing around on either side of the street. Vehicles were approaching us from the west, but they were turning to the northeast ahead of me. The road i was on seemed to be gravel, and it ended about twenty-five meters to the west of me. The others were standing on the gravel road, watching the traffic approach. The paved road curved from the northwest as it came across the wide flat grassy plain. The grass seemed to be dry and tan. The road ran to the east toward us, but turned to the northeast as it met the end of the road that we were on. Something seemed wrong with the approaching traffic, though. As i walked to the west, i saw a large white truck lurch to the north and then continue up the road without slowing down. The others were surprised at the accident. Some of the other cars on the road seemed to slide from side to side to compensate for the errant truck. The others started talking about the vehicle. Someone said that we had all seen the white pickup truck, which was towing the large white trailer, hit the curb at the edge of the intersection. I knew that the others would report the accident. The truck had continued on as though nothing had happened, but someone would have to report that there was a problem. I looked at the other cars coming down the road as the others talked about what to do.