12004 March 03
I looked out the front window of my parents’ house to see the road. I had been doing something, but was not finished, and i was trying to remember what had happened in front of the house. The road had been closed at some point for repairs, but i could not remember what had been done. I stared at the road and noticed that the black pavement in the near lane did seem new. It glistened as though the tar was still soft. I seemed to be moving across the lawn as i examined the pavement until i was soon over the road, looking west. I was traveling on the bus with the others from my high school. I felt excited to be here as i sat in one of the seats on the right side of the middle of the bus. There was someone working on something to the left of me, across the aisle. He seemed like $A303, but then he also seemed like several other people. $F4 said something to me from the seat just ahead of me, and i started to wonder where we were going. Something seemed strange about the situation. I mentioned this to no one in particular, and the man to the left of me replied, telling me that i was being silly. He looked up at me as he spoke, and then turned his attention back to his blue textbook. I stood up and walked to the front of the bus. I asked the bus driver where we were heading. He chuckled and told me, as if revealing a secret. We were heading back to the school, but we were taking the long way there. We had to be delayed. I smiled and headed back to my seat, aware that the bus ride was a diversion from something we were not supposed to notice. However, i knew about it now.
12004 March 04
I was in the back seat of the car as we drove to the northwest. I was sitting in the back seat, speaking to the others, who were driving. I had mentioned that my grandfather used to have a house around here, and they told me that they would drop me off at his house. It was late at night, and we were coming back from someplace. I felt nervous about telling them that my grandfather lived here. I thought that they might have misunderstood. They were going to drop me off, thinking that i had a place to stay here, but my grandfather actually had not lived in this area for a very long time. I did not want the people in the car to worry about me, though, so i did not clarify. I told the man in the passenger’s seat that the house was just ahead on the left. I motioned to the row of dark green houses near the road. We seemed to be very close to my grandfather’s house on $P12, but i was not directing them to that house. I knew that $P12 was to the northeast of where we were heading. The road ahead curved to the west, and i watched the dark green house with white trim pass to the south of us. Just beyond it was a large white house which was set back from the road. Its dirt driveway sloped down slightly from the road, running to the large white garage door on the eastern side of the grey siding of the house. A branch of the driveway ran along the southern side of the house. The lawn of the house was mostly to the east of the house, with tall pine trees standing in a row along the eastern side, just to the south of the driveway. As we passed the house, i looked at the single window on the eastern side. It was a second-floor window, just over the garage, and it seemed to stand out on the blank wall of the house. The car continued to the north, and i wondered where i could get dropped off. The others would probably continue to $P12. $A364 said something as she turned the car to the left and started heading to the south on the dirt road. I remembered this road, but said that it would not lead to $P12. She was frustrated, though, and silenced me with a vocal noise. I remembered driving in the dirt road a long time ago. It used to cross over to $P12, but we seemed to be heading in the wrong direction. The land around us was no longer covered with small houses, and it seemed unfamiliar to me. It was now a wide grassy field. There seemed to be a mountain range to the south and west of us, but it was late dusk, and i could only see the faint red glow left by the sun to the southwest. The lights of the car illuminated an intersection in front of us. The road on which we were traveling ended at another road. I suggested that we go to the west, but $A364 started to get annoyed and frustrated with the situation. At the intersection, she turned suddenly to the west. I thought that it was the correct general direction, but the road became a dirt track. I could tell that $A364 was not happy with the situation. She turned suddenly to the south again, down a short road. There was a long low red brick building in front of us. I recognized it as the elementary school near my grandfather’s house. I had gone to this school. We drove into the parking lot of the school, crossing the small gully along the edge of the lot. I told $A364 that we would need to head in a generally western direction. I then mentioned that i had been to this school. I told her that it was Blue Creek Elementary. $A364 turned to the west and started driving along the back side of the school. I watched the brick building pass to the left of us as we drove. We now seemed to be headed to the north, along the side of the building. It was now daylight. The building seemed very familiar, even though i had only attended school here a very short time. As we drove, the lot widened a little around a large opening in the building. This seemed to be the delivery bay for the cafeteria. I tried to remember what the school was like, but i was having a hard time remembering. I looked at the square brick columns outside the large square opening on the side of the building and noticed the letters “XT” printed on the top of the western column. We slowed suddenly as we realized that the way to the north was blocked by several objects which were sitting in the middle of the paved road. The road climbed a small hill just to the north of the cafeteria, and there were only a few thin driveways which joined the upper part of the lot to the part that we were on. In the middle of the center driveway was a large brown tool box, with several tools scattered on the ground around it. Workmen must be doing repairs on the school while no one was around. I then saw the man to the west of us, standing along the side of the building. $A364 drove up the center driveway, carefully driving over the toolbox so that the wheels did not drive over anything. The workman watched us pass. He seemed to be an older man wearing blue overalls. His dark hair seemed to me turning a little grey. We reached the northern end of the school and turned to the left to head back to the west. The path around the school ended in a small square area, though. To the west and north of the area was a wooden retaining wall which was made of thick dark creosoted lumber. We stopped in the middle of the area. I did not remember this wall being here before. I still needed to head to the west. There now seemed to be a body of water to the northeast of me, and the wooden platform on which i was now standing was really a dock. The floating dock shifted a little as i moved across it, to the west. I wanted to head up the retaining wall rather that traveling all the way back around the school. I wondered it i could simply drive up over the wall. Instead, i pushed my motorcycle up the northern side of the wall, where there seemed to be a wooden plank that could act as a ramp. I came to the top and though that i would have to continue to the northwest. I rolled the bike to the north, through the front door of my parents’ house and across the dining room. I turned the bike to the east and put down the kickstand. I had finally arrived here after traveling for some time. I grabbed the back of the motorcycle and lifted the back tire onto the light-red rug. I wanted to make sure that the kickstand was resting on the rug so that it did not scratch the darkly stained wood floor. I looked to the east to see my mother in the kitchen. She was talking to a guest. I wanted to go into the kitchen to get something, but i did not want the guest to see my leather bike jacket. I pulled off the jacket but realized that i only had on a thin tee shirt underneath. The tee shirt was faded, light blue, and worn thin with age. As i folded the tee shirt over the back of the motorcycle, i wondered if the tee shirt had been worn thin enough that it could actually be seen through. I was then suddenly in the kitchen, standing at the western end of the counter. I turned to the north and put something in the refrigerator.
I spoke to the others about the photography job as we walked to the east, into the old building. The building was single level and seemed to be made out of cement blocks. This place felt like somewhere in California, but i knew that i was near $P6. I was interested in the job that they had offered me, but the man and the woman in the dark-blue business suits seemed very strange. Their job offer sounded interesting, but i was weary of them. I felt that there was something wrong that they were not mentioning. I followed them down the short narrow corridor of the building, which was open to the outside. There did not seem to be any light in the corridor, but there was enough coming in from the western entrance that i could see where we were going. The man turned to the north about halfway down the corridor. He reached for the doorknob of the pale-yellow door to his office and tried to open it. The door was locked, and i realized that they did not have a key. It seemed that they had been purposely locked out, though, and i started to feel more suspicious of the situation. I did not trust them. The man forced open the office door, making a comment about the landlord locking them out. The woman chuckled as they walked into the office. I followed them into the small room. There was a single desk in the center of the room, and a few old brown metal file cabinets against the south wall. There seemed to be something tall leaning up against the southern wall of the room. The ceiling was covered with white acoustic tiles which had small holes in them. I looked at the paper from the desk. It was a listing of the job that they had described. It said “cooking”, and i realized that they really only had a job for a cook. They were just trying to make it seem interesting my talking about the artistic opportunities. My attention was then drawn to the south wall of the office again. There was something moving there. I looked to see a large white tube leaning up against the wall. It seemed to be moving up and down, as though it was attached to something above it. I was then outside the building, walking to the west. I was not confident with these people, and i did not think that i should trust them. I turned to the west and walked out across the plaza, which was bordered on the east and west by the small cement-block buildings. The sky was a little hazy, but very bright. The woman said something to me as i walked through the small round tables which were spread out in the northern end of the square. A man and a woman sat at a table to the north of me as i reached the center of the courtyard, and there was a short planter or pool in the center of the plaza. The woman made a comment about the way i was “slinking away”. I ignored her, knowing that she was just trying to intimidate me and get me to come back and work for them. I walked down the western side of the large planter, heading to the south. This place now seemed like a university campus. I spoke to the woman with me as i walked, talking about the job in the office. I sat down on the northern side of the round table which was to the north of the planter, back in the northern section of the plaza. The woman was dressed in a blue business jacket, and she was eating food from the lunch plate in front of her. She said that the job was in an office on Victory Avenue. I remembered hearing about the place. There was something special about working there. I leaned across the table, aware that, if we spoke too loud, the people from the job office might hear us. I quietly asked the woman where Victory Avenue was. It seemed to be someplace in the northwestern section of $P6, but i was not sure. I pictured the long roads which headed out through the suburban houses in the semi-industrial area. The fact that the job was on Victory Avenue sounded appealing, but i was not sure why.
12004 March 05
I hurried down the northern sidewalk of the old city street, heading to the west. I looked at the old wooden doors of the city to my left as i hopped over the stoops in front of them. The sun was high to the south of me. It was already late in the afternoon, and i was worried that i had missed checkout at the hotel. Checkout was at two, and i was sure that it was after four in the afternoon. I had been doing something with some other people in this city, which seemed a little like London. The faces of the building along the street did not seem to be flush with each other. Some were set back, and some stuck out, and others were just at slight angles to the street, making the sidewalk widen and narrow in certain areas. I looked at one of the doors as i stepped over the black wooden stoop of three stairs. The wood around the door was painted black, with thin dull-white raised trim. The door was set into the front of the house slightly, creating a small alcove at the top of the stairs. There seemed to be thin windows on either side of the door. I passed the house and turned to the north, into the door of the hotel. The room inside was dark, with red and blue carpeting. There were a couple waiters in white shirts standing near the entrance to the building. I walked through the round tables in the front room of the building and headed to the large wooden hotel counter at the northern end of the room. I had to find out if i was too late to get my things from the room and check out. The woman behind the counter greeted me as i approached.
I passed through the center of the lower floor of the house, heading for the stairs. There was a living room to the south of me where the others were meeting. To the north, there seemed to be another living room, and there was a set of stairs which ascended between the two rooms to the west of me. I had just come into the house, and i did not want to disturb the meeting that was taking place to the south. I rushed up the stairs and turned to the north, into the small room. I felt slightly out of place here, thinking that i no longer belonged in this house. This place seemed like $P19. I had my things in one of the small rooms here, but i was only staying a short time. I sat down on the large white bed, which took up most of the room. The back of the bed was against the north wall of the room, and i was sitting on the southern side. The door of the room was now to the east of me and i was reading something from the small book. I had to get my things together, but i did not want to do it right now. I could hear someone talking just outside the room. They were curious about me, wondering why i had come to this room. Someone opened the door to the room slightly to look in, but the door hit the end of the bed and would not open fully. They seemed amused in what i was doing in the room, and i remembered that the small room of the house used to be used as a place where people could copulate in private. I wandered if they thought i was trying to copulate with someone in here. The others then started coming into the room. The house meeting must have been over. $A365 said something to me as he stood in the doorway, letting some of the others in. They all seemed to be from $G3. I packed up the rest of my things as they looked around the room. We left the room together, and i found myself out on the roof. I had to get somewhere, and i told the others that i had to head to the northwest for a wedding. I continued to put some things into my bag, even though i was already out of the house and walking to the northwestern United States. The older woman then said something to me. She was the mother of one of my friends. She said that the others had already left for the wedding. I felt that i should go soon, but i started to wonder who the friend was. I could not remember to whose wedding i had to go. I seemed as though i was going to $F4’s wedding, but i knew that he was just married last month. I could not figure this out.
12004 March 08
I continued to head up the stairs of the large tower with my parents. The plain stone stairs ran up the tan outside walls of the square tower. The walls were made of various shapes of tan granite stone. This place seemed to be a tourist attraction, and i thought that there were many other people in the tower. I was with my parents when we reached the large square room at the top of the tower. My father was doing something to the east of me as i looked at the object in the center of the floor. I felt that we should not be fooling around with the object, but i was interested in it. I stepped onto the wooden platform in the middle of tower. I felt slightly uncomfortable, knowing that it was a long way down to the bottom of the tower. I hoped that the boards did not break under me. I looked at the object in the center of the wooden platform. It seemed to be an antenna of some kind with a chord attached to it from below. I pulled the yellow plastic cylinder out of the base, but the cable that was attached to the bottom of it was loose, and it detached from the cylinder. The antenna fell from the platform and down the center of the tower. I thought that my mother would probably be upset that i had broken the antenna, but i did not take her seriously. I started jogging down the stairs of the tower. I had to get the antenna and bring it back to the top so before my mother started to panic. As i rounded one of the corners of the stairs, i hopped onto the wide wooden rail which descended in the center of the stairwell, to the south. I came out in the middle of the gift shop at the bottom of the tower. There was a large wooden service counter in the middle of the room, to the south of the stairs. I ran around the western and southern sides of the counter to get to the eastern side of the room. The antenna would have fallen on the eastern side of the room. The gift shop was full of people looking at the items which were arranged on the various wooden tables and counters. The decorations of the room seemed old, as though the counters were installed in the shop at the beginning of the 11990s. I saw the large yellow antenna resting on a table near the eastern wall, in the middle of a pile of dark-blue and dark-green sweatshirts. I took the antenna, which looked like a large yellow umbrella, and headed back around the center counter to head out of the gift store. As i passed the counter, i was aware that the woman at the counter might think that i was taking merchandise out of the store without paying for it. I started to hurry, hoping that people no one would try to stop me before i got out of the store. As i stared up the stairs, i heard a woman calling after me. She referred to me as the man in gold. As i jogged up the stairs, pretending not to hear what she was saying, i realized that my tee shirt was bright yellow. I thought that i should not have taken the book with me up the stairs. As i reached the top of the stairs, i found myself in the construction area of the tower. There was a wooden ledge around the perimeter of the tower which supported an old metal scaffold. There seemed to be clear sheet plastic hanging over the edges of the scaffold. I started around the eastern side of the ledge when i noticed the family standing in the center of the ledge on the eastern side of the tower. I had to get around them, but i would have to be careful because there were no railings on the platform. As i made my way around the perimeter of the tower, i looked at the stained-glass windows above the scaffold, in the western wall. The glass was dark blue, with pictures of stars in it. The workers must be here fixing the windows. I knew that the glass of the windows was broken once. The tower had not been taken care of well enough over the last several years, but the owners were just starting to fix it back to its original state. I carefully walked past the young boy as his father watched from the south. The father was standing at the southeastern corner of the room. I passed the father and headed thought the wide door to the south, where my parents were. I had to return the antenna.
12004 March 09
I felt very agitated about the play that we were supposed to be doing. I paced around the small area, which seemed to be a grassy area to the south of the small white building. $A366 was the director for this play. We had performed the play a while ago and had finished the production, but $A366 wanted to put it on again. I did not know why we were doing this play again, and i was worried that none of us would remember our lines. We had not had time to rehearse the performance before the play was supposed to be performed. The audience would be here shortly. I tried to remember my lines, but i could not remember how the lines started. I felt very worried and hoped that i would simply remember the lines once the show started. I paced to the north, around the eastern side of the small building and into the back yard. I felt that the audience was starting to come into the area, which seemed to be nothing more than a loose oval of green stackable chairs in the small grassy area to the south of the building. Behind the building, there was a line of small cottages which ran to the north. I walked along the western side of the cottages as i tried to remember my lines. I started to feel very annoyed with $A366 for not bothering to ask us if we were ready to perform the play. It then seemed time for the play to start, so i headed back to the south. I was supposed to play the part of the old elephant. I was now wearing a costume as i walked into the circle of chairs from the northeast. As i walked out, i was aware that there was only one person sitting in the audience, in a chair on the northwestern corner of the oval. I started to speak my lines, but realized the absurdity of the performance. I could not remember what i was supposed to be saying, so i started making up lines which were close to the part. I knew that the audience would not know whether i was saying the right thing or not. $A367 was not standing in front of me. He was playing one of the other characters in the play. I still felt angry at $A366 for putting on the play without asking any of the players if they were ready. It seemed inconsiderate of him. I wanted to just stop the play, and, as i was speaking my lines, i considered just telling the audience member that we did not know the play well enough to perform it properly. I felt very frustrated and did not want to be here.
12004 March 13
I looked along the southern side of the road. I was in front of my parents’ house with some of the neighbours. We were looking at the water which had gathered from the rain. I spoke to the neighbours’ children, who were standing on the side of the road with me. The one just to the east of me seemed to be $A26. I said something to him about the water which was running through the ditch as he set something up on the table. I was standing on a mound of gravel and soft dirt which filled one section of the ditch. There was a culvert under the ditch which allowed water to flow down the ditch. There was also a second ditch which ran to the south, into the field of underbrush. I noticed that the mound of loose soil had started to slip into the ditch on the western end. I looked to the east to see $A26 placing something on the table. The soil was too soft to hold the table, and i thought that it would slip into the ditch which ran to the south. I pushed the edge of the table to show him how easily it would tip over on the uneven ground. I said that the soil was being washed into the ditch, and motioned to the westerns side of the mound, where the water was moving through the mouth of the culvert. We crouched down to look at the dirt. I stepped on the edge of the ground near the mouth of the culvert, and the ground slipped into the water. It seemed that the dirt should be blocking the culvert, but the water was not backing up. I spoke to $A26 as i examined the muddy water. If the dirt was blocking the culvert, the water should be backing up. Then i realized that the water was actually flowing out of the culvert, to the west. I looked to the south to see that the water in the southern ditch was also flowing out from the culvert there. I mentioned this to $A26, pointing out how strange it seemed that the water was flowing out from both sides of the mound. I thought that the water must have been flowing in from the east. We stood up and started to walk to the east. There was a large wedge-shaped cement object on the eastern end of the mount. It had a smooth top surface which slanted up to the northwest. I did not remember this slab being here when i lived with my parents, but something about it did seem familiar. I looked at the top of it to see that there was a thin rectangular hole in its surface, running across the face of the slab. However, the hole had been filled with dirt or cement. There were streaks where the filling had been splattered down the slope of the cement object, forming clumpy droplets on the surface. I said something to $A26 about it, and he mentioned someone’s name. I knew that he was talking about the boy who lived in the house next door. The people in that house were new here. I backed away form the cement object, noticing now that there was something written on the northeastern end in black and red spray paint. The letters were decorative, like graffiti, with thick characters painted in occult-invoking style. There was also something spray-painted to the left of the word in silver. I thought for a moment that the new neighbours’ boy must be a troublemaker, but then i turned to the north and headed into the house, where the others were. $A29 stood to the west of me as i entered the living room. I said hello and started to speak with them about their children. It was good to see them again.
12004 March 14
I walked to the south, down the eastern side of the country road. The road seemed to be running across a wide hilltop, with dense trees all around. The land near the road was clear, as though it had been farming fields for a long time. In the distance, to the southwest, there seemed to be tall rocky mountains. I was concerned about the people who were approaching me from across the grassy lawn to the southeast. One of the men said something to me, and i felt as though he was trying to intimidate me. I ignored him and continued to walk down the road. I was then aware that there was another man approaching me from the west. The man to the southeast told me that it would have something to do with Osirus. I remembered that Osirus was the angel and protector of the dead. He was killed by his brother and cut up into many pieces. I wondered if these country people were trying to threaten me by suggesting that they would cut me up. As the last to the east of the road opened up into a wide lawn, i noticed an old rundown house to the southeast. A short dirt driveway ran from the garage, which was on the northern end of the house, to the road. Just to the north of the driveway, there was a long mound of dirt on the side of the road. I looked at the dirt as i passed, trying to keep my attention on the men following me on both sides. I wondered if the mound of dirt had something to do with the burial of body parts. The story of Osirus seemed related to the sacred earth that vampire stories mentioned. I then realized that these people were referencing Egyptian legends. The legends were related to the Carpathian beliefs. I thought that these people of Egyptian descent, which was referred to as “gyptian”. They were gypsies. I knew that i would have to be cautious with them. Their beliefs were strong and rooted in the old faiths of Egypt. There was a road ahead of me which headed off to the west from the road that i was on. I walked hurriedly across the road and turned onto the second road. The other road turned a few metres to the west and headed south, parallel to the road that i was on. As i started on the other road, i realized that the two men were no longer following me. They had turned back and headed back to the house. I continued to walk quickly, worried that something might still happen to me. As i walked, i looked down at the chipped nail on my left thumb. I had broken it earlier, and there was a small piece of nail hanging from the middle of the front edge of the nail. I pulled on the piece and started to peal the end of the nail around the outside of my thumb. The nail pealed all the way back, down the side of the thumb, to the cuticle. I knew that it would hurt to pull it further, but i had to get the nail off, so i pulled it out of the cuticle. To my surprise, it did not hurt at all, and there was very little blood coming out of the hole. I looked at the piece of nail and noticed that there was a thin white follicle at the end of the nail. Bright red blood was all over the follicle, and i thought that he blood must be well oxygenated in that part of my hand. I then seemed to be in some kind of enclosed area as i looked at the nail more closely, aware that there were two other people sitting to the east of me and a short half wall to the south of me. The follicle at the end of the nail was really a small capillary. It was white, but i knew that it was a small vein. I hoped that it did not pull out a vein which was important to the blood supply of my hand. I grabbed the vessel with the fingers of my left hand and examined it. It was rather large for a vein now, and i thought that it must be a lymph vessel. I hoped that it was not too important. It seemed rather long, and i was worried that i might have damaged the lymph nodes down the outside of my hand and wrist by pulling it out. I placed the lymph tube on the ground and bent over to look at it from my sitting position. It seemed to pulse as thought trying to move liquid through it. I hoped that i did not do any permanent damage to my hand.
12004 March 17
I stopped in the middle of the cellar stairs and looked to the east. The stairs ran down to the north, along the west wall of the room. The walls of the basement were laid stone. My father was in the center of the cluttered room, holding a yellow broom in his hand as he stood, looking at several old wooden chairs and other furnishings. This place seemed like the basement of my grandfather’s house at $P12. I talked to my father about the old things which were stored in the house. There was a wooden broom handle leaning against the stairs. I grabbed on to it as i spoke. I thought that the house had been redesigned since my grandfather lived here and that there could be hidden rooms in the house which were closed off. I walked into the television room at the northern end of the house and noticed a set of stairs leading up to the east. I felt pleased that the stairs were really there. I remembered seeing them in a dream at the end of the master bedroom, and i was happy to see that they were real. My grandparents must have boarded up and when they were living here. I told the other person that i knew the stairs were here. I then felt something change in the scene. I was suddenly frightened and turned to the south, i had to get out of the room, but the door would not open. There was something frightening me and keeping me in the house. I could not get the wooden door open, so i started kicking it. I felt very frantic. I suddenly broke through the door and appeared in the living room of the house. My father’s mother was lying on the floor, just in front of the door to the television room. I knew that she had been dead, but it was good to see her again. I bent over to say hello to her, and she spoke back to me. I told her about the hidden room in the wall of the television room. She told me that my grandfather had hidden something in the room because he did not want it to be seen in the house. He had tried to tell me what it was after he was dead, and was trying to contact me through a dream. That was why i had the dream of the hidden staircase. I thought about this as i looked to the west, down to the middle of the sun room. My father’s mother was in the room with my mother, talking about something. The new owners of the house had redesigned everything. There was a counter across the center of the sun room to the south of me. It was dark green, with bright pink details along the top of the counter. They put a kitchen sink in the center of the counter, and there were pink plastic cups and plates to the north of the sink. My mother poured some water from the pink plastic faucet and turned to say something to me. I thought that the brightly coloured plastic looked very nice on the sink. I tried to remember what was in the original kitchen of the house. I walked to the north to look at the real kitchen. It was still there, and it was still small. I then noticed a doorway in the wall to the north, just outside of the kitchen door. I looked into the small room. It seemed to be an office, with a large wooden desk against the north wall. The wallpaper of the room seemed to be off-white, with small brown flourishes is a vertical pattern. I did not remember the room, but i thought that it was always there. I recognized the small window on the opposite side of the room. It looked out of the house just in front of the garage. I just did not remember the room from before.
12004 March 22
I drove my car to the west, across the bridge at the southern end of $P44. I was coming here to see someone or do something, and i felt as though i was unfamiliar with the area. I followed the road as it curved to the northwest, heading into the shopping district of the small city. I was surprised to see so many old buildings here. I had been here before, but i did not know that the west side of the lake was so developed. I was looking for the building where i was supposed to meet the other people, but i could not see any place to park in the area. There was a large red brick building to the north with white stonework around the windows and roof. I felt frustrated that i could not find a place to park and i turned around to head back down the road that i had come up. I felt very agitated for some reason, and did not really feel like stopping here. I felt as though i could not figure out what to do. As the road curved back to the south, i noticed that there was a large parking lot along the eastern side of the road. The lot had thin white roofs over the aisles of cars and looked like an old automobile dealership. The white rounded roofs had a red line painted across the bottom edge, and were supported by thin red metal poles. I did not remember this place being here before, and i though that i should come back to look at things. I then realized that the white building in the middle of the parking lot was really a Salvation Army store. It seemed interesting, and i thought that i had to come back. As i passed the lot and started down the old city street with shops on both sides, i was surprised to see how old the storefronts seemed. This part of the city seemed old, and i was very surprised that i had not known about it before. I continued to the east, down the long white corridor of the museum. I was still with the others, but i was walking ahead of them as i headed back to my car. I felt slightly out of place here, as though i did not quite fit in with the others. I turned down the corridor to the north, looking at the plain white walls to the east. There seemed to be some decorations on the wall, but i know that the temporary walls blocked the construction of a new exhibit. I came to the end of the corridor, recognizing this place. I realized that i had been here a long time ago. I remembered the layout of the old museum. I turned to the east, down the short hallway, thinking that i should come to the end of the hall very soon and see the large window. I looked to the northeast, out the large window, which faced to the northeast, at an odd angle to the walls of the corridor. I could see the small river which ran to the east of the museum. I knew that it would be here and said so to the other person. This confirmed that i recognized this area form before. To the northeast, i could see the bridge where the main road crossed over the narrow river. Looking down, i noticed the small triangular patch of grass just under the window, between the side of the building and the edge of the water. I continued to talk to the other person as i walked down the hall to the west. I felt comfortable with the person. For a moment, he seemed like $F12, and i felt that i wanted to spend more time with him, but the others with us would take up too much time. I then noticed the window in the junction of the corridors, to the north which looked out over the grassy area. I could see several humans standing in the grass. They seemed to be statues, but they looked very realistic. This was the human exhibit of the museum. I remembered it from before. I watched the furry humanoid just in front of me, knowing that it would move a little. The primitive humans were being played by local actors. I said something to $Z as we continued to the west. $Z’s family was already walking ahead of us, toward the exit to the museum. I spoke to the woman with me as we exited the museum and came into the dimly lighted portico. The dark ceiling of the building hung over us, supported by round grey poles on the outer edge. It seemed that there was a second floor of the building over us. I spoke to the woman as we wandered slowly to the west. I felt very interested in her and wanted to talk to her some more. I mentioned the nice cafes which were in the small city area to the west of us as we walked across a small parking lot. There seemed to be a brightly coloured Mexican restaurant just to the west of the lot. She said something, and i knew that she would have to follow her family to the west. I told her that the shops here were nice, and said that we could probably come back here at some other time.
12004 March 24
I was traveling to the east, in the car with my mother. She was worried about where we were going, but i knew that she was just concerned because she did not recognize the road. We were traveling on the road between $P125 and $P3, heading east, just out of $P125. It seemed to be dark, as though it was just past dusk. We were both passengers in the large passenger car. I looked ahead of us to see the old railroad bridge which passed over the road. There was a retaining wall on the north side of the road made out of heavy cement blocks. I thought that the road would curve slightly to the north just over the rise, just beyond the bridge, and there would be an open field to the north of the road. I thought that my mother should be able to recognize that part of the road. As we went over the rise, however, the road narrowed, and the pavement of the road turned dull red. Tall grass grew on either side of the road, growing tall enough to tower over the top of the path. I knew that we would pass the open field soon, but i did not recognize this narrow section of the road. The road must have been changed by the construction. My mother said something about the road construction as we moved swiftly through the tall grass. I thought that the thick bushy grass on the sides of the road looked nice. It made it seem that we were passing through a jungle. The road twisted a little as it ran through the grass, and i wondered how both lanes of traffic could ride on such a narrow road. I hoped that there were no cars coming in the opposite direction. We would have to pull off the side of the road to let them pass. We rounded a slight corner and came out of the thick grass and started across an open field. There seemed to be a rounded hill running to the north of us. I did not recognize this area, and i started to feel that something was strange about this place. I asked what cars do to pass each other on the narrow road, and someone replied that they drive on the grass on the sides of the road. I looked around, trying to figure out where we were. I then noticed another red area of pavement ahead of us. This time, the road widened, and there were trees planted very close to each other along both sides of the road. The vehicle in which we were traveling drifted to the south, into one of the right-hand lanes of the very wide road. It was now very dark out, and i could see the lights of a big city ahead of us. The tall thin trees on either side of the road looked very beautiful in the night. This place seemed like it was just out side of Paris, France. I then noticed that there was a light in front of us. It was an approaching vehicle, and i thought that it might be a train. The widening area of the road then seemed like a branching track in a train yard. We were riding on the front of a train car, on the second track from the south. I thought that the train ahead of us should not be on our track and waited to see if its light would move to the north of us. I thought that it just looked like the train was on our track because of the way the tracks curved to the southeast ahead of us. As we got closer to the other train, however, i realized that the train was on our track. I felt nervous at the train got closer, and i asked the others what we should do. As i looked back at the other train, i realized that it was very close to us. We were going to hit in, and i tried to stand up from my seat at the front of the open car. We had to get out of the train. I was frightened as i looked back to the east and realized that the train was right in front of us. It was going to hit us.
12004 March 29
I hopped into the left front door of the large red SUV. $F4 was sitting in the driver’s seat on the right side of the vehicle, and he started driving down the road to the west. We were in $P17, near the highway. I greeted $F4 and thanked him for driving me. I had been walking back from someplace. $F4 said something as he drove, and i watched the highway overpass approach through the front window. The car seemed to swerve a little to the right, and i thought that $F4 might be turning up the exit ramp on the near side of the overpass. I thought about warning him that he was heading up the wrong road. I could see the red “do not enter” signs at the end of the ramp. $F4 passed the road and went to turn up the next ramp, which would put us on the highway, heading north. I started to feel concerned that $F4 was not paying attention to how he was driving. I felt unsafe riding with him. I looked ahead of us to see the tall tan building at the end of the driveway. The driveway ended in a small circle which ran under the portico at the front of the building. There seemed to be a flowerbed just in front of the front supports of the portico, in the snow-covered median of the circle. We started down the western side of the circle, but $F4 turned the car suddenly to the northeast and headed across the lawn in the center of the circle. I felt nervous about his driving. As we passed the center of the circle, i noticed two men in dark blue uniforms walking to the west of us. I told $F4 that he had just driven across the lawn in front of two state troupers. He seemed unconcerned, but i felt that we needed to get out of the area before the officers could get in their cars and follow us. We passed down the eastern side of the large building, under a second portico. The second roof extended over the wide sidewalk down which we were walking. I felt that we had to hurry, to get out of sight around the building before the officers came after us. $Z walked to the west of me, on the raised stone embankment which ran along the face of the building as i rode my bicycle down the cement path. I wondered whether we were really supposed to be riding our bicycles on the stones, but i decided that it would not matter if we could get away from the officers and out of site. $Z crossed in front of me as we came to the stairs on the north end of the walk. He ran out into the center of the small square. The cement roof, under which we had been traveling, opened over a square garden ahead of us, and $Z ran down the center path of the garden. I was going to follow him, but there was suddenly a young man standing in front of me. He was one of the students of this college, and he was mad that i was riding on the sidewalks. He grabbed the front handlebars of by bicycle and stopped me, but i kept pedaling. I knew that my momentum would push the bicycle into him. I was then moving again, and i knew that i had run into the man. I felt justified in injuring him because i knew that he was the one aggressively interfering with me. I ran to the north, down the narrow garden path, turning to the east to go around a small pond. On the other side of the garden, i moved across the large grassy quadrangle. I had to make it to one of the old stone dormitories at the other side of the quadrangle before the people following me could see where i had gone. I moved along the eastern side of the large old gothic building and turned to the west, into the first opening. I walked into the opening at the side of the building and looked around for a place to put my bicycle, which i was carrying over my shoulder. I looked to the southwest, down the narrow space between the outside wall of the building and the stone inside wall which separated the cafeteria from the small area of the building in which i was. I turned to the west and walked through the glass doors and into the entrance hall of the cafeteria. The stone walls of the building were at strange angles to each other. I walked to the south, carrying my folded bicycle over my left shoulder. I could not find a place to lock it. I paused for a moment, watching some of the students pass me, heading into the cafeteria. There was an old dark-skinned man standing to the east of me, and i asked him where the bicycle racks were. He had a short graying beard, and he was wearing a heavy blue shirt. The man motioned to the south, to the back of the room. I thanked him and walked down the narrow corridor with white tiles on the walls. This hall seemed to lead back to the kitchen, but i realized that it actually led back no the shower room. I walked into the main part of the shower room, trying to figure out what i should do. I did not seem to have all of my things with me to take a shower, but i turned on one of the showerheads which were in the south wall. I stuck my hair under the water long enough to get it wet, but i started to wonder why i was here. I turned back to the north. I would need to get the rest of my shower supplies before i could take a shower here. Several men passed me in the narrow corridor of the showers, and i thought that they were from the lacrosse team. I stopped in the middle of the corridor, realizing that i was still wearing my underwear. I wondered what i should do. I felt out of place here, and i felt uneasy around the athletes.