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12012 March 01

$F45 was getting ready to leave, but i was not going with him. I paced around the room as he headed to the north, to pack more things. I felt upset and anxious. I talked about where he was going, and he responded. I felt upset that i was not going with him, but i was not sure what to do. I looked to the south to see the cars in the front of the house. My car was parked in the dirt driveway that ran along the southern side of the house. My car faced east, and i was annoyed to see that $F45 had driven his black car over the back end of my car. I felt that he did not think about what he had done when he did it, and i was annoyed with him. I wondered if the back window of my car was cracked from the weight. I complained to $F45, but he did not seem to care. I moved to the west a little to get a better look at the cars. $F45’s car was to the west of mine. I walked to the western side of the room and looked out the window there. I felt distressed and was not sure what to do. I came out on the side of the house, where the driveway was. The cars were now parked on the side of the road to the south of the house. I noticed a brown van parked on the top of a small pale-green car in the driveway. We walked past it as we walked to the south, down the driveway. I then noticed that several vans were parked around the house. This seemed very strange. One of the vans was attached to the front of the house, which seemed to be a large trailer home. I looked at my car, which was still to the south of the house. A van was tipped over onto my car so that it was resting upside-down on the top of my car. The van had no tires, and it was sitting on my car in such a way that i thought it must be some kind of art project. I looked around at the vans, wondering why they were here. I felt upset about them, and i felt stressed. We moved to the east past several of them. I wanted to know what was happening, but we were already moving past the area. $F45 was driving the car, and he did not care about the vans. I felt annoyed with him. I was interested in the art, but he would not let me look at it because it did not interest him. I was riding in the car with him, and i suddenly wondered why i had even come with him. I felt upset and did not want to travel with him. I asked him where we were going. He sayed that he did not know. I knew that he was lying, and i asked the question again, more forcibly. I felt helpless here, feeling that i could not do what i wanted. I then pointed out that i was actually not ready to leave. I sayed that i would have to go back to the house, pointing out that i was still wearing my slippers. $F45 ignored me and kept driving. I felt angry with him, and i opened the door of the car so that he would have to stop. I insisted that i know where we were going. $F45 stopped the car on the northeastern side of the residential area. A small house, which looked like a trailer, was to the east of us. I got out of the car and started moving around in the area. A man, who seemed to be $K28, was near us, to the north of us. People were coming here to get things. I chatted with someone, trying to figure out what was going on. I moved to the east a little, heading down the corridor of the building to do something. I had to get things ready in the recording room of the studio. I still felt uncomfortable here and was not sure i wanted to stay. The man with me was wearing a black leather jacket with long sleeves. He slapped the sleeves together, making an interesting sound. I thought about the sound, and decided that i really liked it. I told the man that i was going to record something similar to it for a percussion sound. I started telling him about the leather straps that i had, which i was going to slap together for the sound. I thought about the thick rawhide straps. They were brown leather. I remembered that i had always like brown leather over black leather. I thought about the sound, thought, and i told the man that i liked his sound because it was more complex than mine. The sound had more-interesting features than the one i could create with the leather straps. The man now seemed like $A419. We stood in the recording studio, and i wanted to record $A419 and the sound of the leather straps.

12012 March 03

I felt very upset and i moved around the wide outdoor area. The ground here was paved, and this seemed to be a courtyard in a rural setting, though i could not see the surrounding buildings or trees. I had been exercising here, lifting weights in this place, which also seemed like a gym. I felt bad, though, and i did not want to continue. I headed to the south, toward the small house. The other person was walking in that direction, and i decided to follow. I thought that i really should finish my workout, thinking that i only had to finish my shoulders and arms to be done. I felt too exhausted, though, and i did not have enough energy to continue. I decided that i would get my things ready and then do more exercises. I had to get my things ready so that i could get to my class, which was to the north. I felt impatient and anxious. I had too many things to do and i did not feel that i could do them. I wandered to the north, wondering what i should do. I was near the area where i would take my class, but i felt out of place and uncomfortable here. I did not seem to belong here anymore. Others walked around me as i stood outside the building, not able to make up my mind. I had to get back to the house to shower before i came to class. I felt confused and indecisive.

12012 March 04

I looked at the tall tower to the southeast of me. It was a skyscraper, and it seemed to be unfinished. The upper part of the tower was mostly girders and beams. I watched a man placing beams on the tower with a tall crane. Other people were near me, and i described the tower to them. I told them how people would jump from the tower. The building looked like a tall conical spire. It reminded me of the top of the Empire State Building. I told the others that people would jump from the top of the tall spire and hit the glass windows below. I sayed that they would fall through the glass windows. This made for a spectacular sight, even though the people would die doing it.

$A419 said that he had to leave, and i felt a little impatient. I showed him the house as we moved through the rooms. As we came into the basement area, he said that he wanted to borrow the wrench set. I felt a little skeptical about letting him borrow it, but i knew that i would anyway. He needed it to fix something. He then said that he wanted to see the garages of the house. He was looking at this house as a place to stay. We headed to the western end of the basement, where the garage of the house was. I explained to $A419 that this basement garage was the original garage for the house. I then explained that the secondary garage was added on later. I stopped on the northern side of the garage, looking around at the workbench, which was against the northern wall. A red metal tool box was on top of the bench, and i knew that it was not one of my tool sets. I told $A419 that my father had some of his tools in the garage. I did not want $A419 to borrow my father’s tools. I would have to find my wrench set for him.

12012 March 05

$F4 and i rode our bicycles to the west, down the southern side of the road. We seemed to be riding on the shoulder of the road, but also seemed to be separated from traffic. $F4 was riding a little in front of me and to my right, to the northwest of me. He started to speed up, and i tried to pedal faster to catch up, but it seemed suddenly very hard to pedal. I could see my legs in front of me, as if they were pushing pedals where the handlebars would be. I could feel my legs straining as i tried to pedal. They looked awkward in front of me, and i wondered why it was so hard. I then wondered if there was something strange with the way i was sitting. My knees seemed to be bent more than normal, so i thought that i might be reclined in a strange way. I tried to adjust my position so that i was sitting up more. As i shifted position, i started to feel better about the way i was pedaling. An overpass crossed over the road that we were on, and we passed under it. We were now on the sidewalk on the southern side of the road. An intersection was on the western side of the bridge, and i could see the sidewalk curving to the south around the reinforcing wall that surrounded the supports of the bridge to the south of us. It was lightly raining now, and it was nice to be under the bridge for a while, out of the rain. As i approached the western edge of the bridge, i slowed to a stop, starting to turn around the corner. The crosswalk that we would be taking was to the southwest of us, set more to the south of the intersection. $F4 passed me on the north, heading around the corner. I told him that i wanted to stay under the bridge for a while, until the rain let up. He had biked out into the rain again, but realized that it sounded good to wait under the bridge. He turned around and rode back to where i was. I was now standing to the north of my bicycle, and i backed it up to the center of the bridge, looking for a place to stand it up. Many people now seemed to be moving around the cement area near us now. This annoyed me as i tried to get my bicycle out of the way. I moved it toward the cement slope, which was now to the south of us. I then realized that $F4’s bicycle was no where it had been on the cement slope. I started to feel worried about it, thinking that someone had taken it.

I was cleaning the bedroom in the upstairs of my parents’ house. This was the room where i used to sleep, and i was picking up things from around the bed. I then noticed that the small electric clock, which was on the table to the west of the bed, had been unplugged. I felt annoyed by this. My mother had unplugged it again, and i felt upset that i would have to reset it again. I walked around the southern side of the bed to get to the clock. As i did, i heard the sound of someone moving to the east of me, on the lower floor of the house. Someone was awake already. I felt angry as i reached the clock, and i tossed the table out of the way as i lifted the clock. The table tumbled to the south, and i sat on the bed to set the digital clock. My mother must have heard the sound of the table falling, and she called up to me, asking me what was wrong. I was still annoyed, and i told her that i was setting the clock. She came up the stairs on the eastern side of the room to see what i was doing. I started talking to her about moving the bed. I thought that this would make it seem that i had moved the table on purpose, rather than having thrown it in frustration. I then noticed that a bed was already against the eastern wall of the room, on the southern end of the wall. The room was too small for two beds, so only a narrow corridor was left between the two beds. I moved between the two beds, heading to the south. I noticed the rounded windows that were now in the southern wall. The windows were tall, with two vertical panes. The tops of the panes curved toward the center of the wall. I thought that it looked very nice. I then noticed the white plastic trimming around the edges of the window. The windows were oddly shaped, and i thought that it must have been a hard thing to mold the plastic around the curved window. I looked at the rest of the southern wall of the room, noticing the two paintings hanging on the sides of the window. The ceiling of the room was peaked, forming a triangular shape in the southern wall. The window panes had curved inward to form to the peak. The paintings on either side were also curved to fit around the rounded window. This seemed very nice. I turned to the east, where a small alcove was in the eastern wall. I told my mother that i wanted to put the bed there. She said that she thought that the bed would not go well there. She said that the windows would make the bed cold at night. I thought that she was probably right, but i liked this area. I told her that this area of the room seemed very nice. I then wondered if it could be a sitting room. I turned to the south, looking out the window. I could see out over the city outside. The buildings looked tan and nice, and they reminded me of the City.

12012 March 06

I walked into the back room of my parents’ house, carrying my coat with me. It was dark out, and i had to leave to get to the restaurant. The restaurant seemed to be in the city, to the northeast of the house. My mother was already at the restaurant, waiting for me. I realized that i was supposed to have left a while ago, but i had stayed in the house for some reason. I felt nervous about this, thinking that my mother would be upset that i was not at the restaurant. I put on my black peacoat, imagining talking to her on the telephone. I imagined that she called the house to see where i was. I would have to tell her that i had not left yet. I could also tell her that i was just leaving the house, but i knew that it would take about an hour to get to the restaurant from here, so i would still be late, and she would still be left waiting. I wondered what i should do as i turned back to the south to head toward the exit door in the eastern wall. As i stood in the darkness of the back room, i was aware of some people in the driveway to the east of the house. I felt uncertain about them, and i did not want them to know that i was in the house. I moved a little to the south, thinking that the people outside were part of my family. As i started walking, i noticed that the door on the southern end of the western wall was starting to open. I thought that i should close it before someone came in, but i realized that someone was peeking into the house. I crouched down to try to stay out of sight. The orange light outside illuminated the doorway as the person pushed slowly in. I hoped that they would think that no one was home and leave. I realized that the person was $K27. She seemed to be smiling widely as she pushed her way into the room. Several people had come through the doorway now, all of them children. The older boy seemed to be $A26. They walked to the south. I moved toward them, crouching low as i sneaked up behind them. I thought i could surprise them and make them think that a large animal was in the house. $K27 turned around and laughed with surprise when she saw me. I started talking to the people now, who were in the kitchen. $A31 was sitting on the southern side of the table on the southern side of the room. She spoke to me and my father. My father was standing to the east of me, in the center of the room. I realized that we were still late to meet my mother, but i could now tell my mother that we had been talking to visitors. It would be a good excuse. I then realized that it would make us even later than we already were. I started to feel anxious again and wondered how long $A31 would be here.

12012 March 09

I talked with the other people as i headed to the west, along the northern shore of the river. The land around us seemed flat, and the rived was shallow and wide. A slope on either side of the river ran up five to seven meters above the level of the water. I felt very bad here, thinking that something was very wrong. The feeling made me uncomfortable and nervous. The features of this place seemed familiar, and i thought that i was near $P3. I stopped as i talked to the others some more. We had moved closer to the shore of the river, and the slope to the north of us was closer to us now. I turned to the east to speak to the other person. I then noticed the large green girder structure. The thick I-beams had heavy rivets and were painted dull green. The structure seemed to be a thick tower of some kind. It was about three meters wide near us, and ran ten to fifteen meters down the shore. It seemed old and abandoned, but i knew that it should not be. Something was wrong with it. I then realized that he structure was actually part of a bridge. It was not correct. I knew that it was a bridge, but i could not see the deck of it over us. I thought that this was the new bridge, so it was different than the bridge i remembered from long ago. The new bridge was actually shorter than the old bridge. I noticed the solid cement wall to the north of the bridge, which acted as a retaining wall for the road that traveled over the bridge. The top of the road was above the level of the new bridge because the old road had been higher. The new bridge had been shortened, though, and i felt upset and disturbed by this. I could see the seam near the bottom of the tower where the bridge had been cut and reassembled at a lower height. I knew that it was not shortened because of necessity. The people rebuilding the bridge had made it shorter as a way to deceive people. They were benefiting by making a shorter bridge, even though it was not as good as the old bridge. The people had designed the bridge out of corporate corruption, and i did not feel comfortable knowing about it.

I walked down the hall of $P7, heading to the south through the white hallway. As i passed one of the doors to the west of me, i noticed i could see through the door, out the window, and into the western wing of the building. Something was glowing on the western side of the building, and it looked like flames. I approached the door to get a better view. The door actually seemed to lead into a corridor that headed west, through the building. As i got close to the door, i could hear the sound of an alarm on the other side. The hallway to the west seemed old and narrow, and the building seemed to be made of wood. I felt concerned, and i backed away from the door a little, which now seemed to be a door between two parts of the building. The alarms on this side of the building had not yet sounded. I opened the door, which led into the eastern side of the large entry hall. I had been looking across the entry hall and down the corridor on the western wing of the building. The alarms were sounding through the entire building now, and people were running to the west to get out. I exited down the hall to the south of the main hall, but something did not feel right. I was back in the building, looking down the corridor to the west. Something was not right. I could not see the flames getting any brighter, and i could not see smoke in the building. Other people were still running to the east and west to get out of the building, but i stood for a moment in the central hallway, watching the building around me. I thought that i would help someone get out of the building, but this did not seem like something that would be worth doing. An official was then near me, and he told me that i had to get out of the building. This did not feel correct. I felt suddenly suspicious of the man, thinking that the man was hiding something. The fire did not seem real. I headed to the south, leaving $P7 to the east. As i came out of the building, the official asked us to stop just outside the door. I felt worried, thinking that he knew that we suspected that the fire was not real. $F4 was standing to the east of me, with three or four other students. They were a line on the lawn of the school. $F4 turned to the east suddenly ran away. The lawn was short, and he quickly made it along the tall chain-link fence, which was on the northern side of the lawn, to the sidewalk. He turned to the north at the sidewalk and ran up the road, disappearing around the corner of the fence. I realized that the officials would now know that we suspected the fire to be a fake, so i started sprinting to the east as well. I thought that the man would chase me, so i would have to get away. I paused when i reached the street, glancing to the north to see $F4 still running up the sidewalk. The area around him seemed to be an old suburban neighborhood, with small houses that were closely spaced. I did not want to follow $F4 because i thought that the man could easily see where we were going, so i started to the east again, across the street. A side street ran to the east, just to the north of me, so i started running up the narrow street. I worried that the man would chase after me and catch me. I had to get out of his sight so that i could elude him. I veered to the northeast, crossing a small parking lot at the corner of two streets. Cars were parked in the street on the eastern side of the lot. They were all parked tightly along the curb on the western side of the street, to the north of the small dirt parking lot. Now that i had rounded the corner, i had some time to get out of sight of the man. I looked for a place around me to hide. I had to get out of sight of the man, and i noticed a side street leading to the north east, along the southern side of a narrow canal. The cement wall of the canal rose about a half meter above the level of the street, and it had a metal pipe railing around the sides of it. A line of parked cars ran along the northwestern side of the street, along the canal. Weeds and small trees grew along the canal as well, and i thought that i could hide behind one of the cars there. One of the cars was brightly colored, with patches of yellow and orange. Someone seemed to be to the east of me, and i hoped that he would not lead the bad guy to where i was. I ran to the east of the brightly colored car, squeezing between it and the car behind it. It would not be obvious to the man where to find me. He had not seen which street i had turned down, and i had made several corners that he was unaware of. I hoped that he would be unable to find me here.

I was driving to the north with the others through the neighborhood of the suburban area. I was not quite sure that we were heading in the correct direction, and i felt that we would have to turn around. I thought that i could turn around in the parking lot, which was on the eastern side of the street. As i approached the entrance to the lot, i was having trouble seeing it. It was dark out, but i knew that it was daytime. I turned to the east into the lot, which was surrounded by two- or three-story brick apartment buildings. I felt a little nervous here, thinking that i should really not be here. A median ran down the center of the rectangular lot, from east to west. Some cars seemed to be parked around it. I noticed people standing in front of the building to the south of me. They watched me as i drove past. I pulled into a parking space on the northern side of the lot so that i could turn around. I felt nervous here, as though i was not supposed to be here. I backed the car into the center of the lot and started to the west again, hoping that i would be able to get out of the area without anyone being upset with me for trespassing.

12012 March 10

I approached the house, which was $P19, from the east. It seemed to be late in the evening, and it was dark out. I came into the room by climbing up the wooden structure, which seemed to be a fire escape. I stopped just inside, realizing that there was someone else in the room, standing in the center of the northern part of the room. I did not want the people here to know who i was, so i kept my head down. The hood of the sweatshirt that i was wearing was covering part of my face, and i hoped that the people did not get suspicious of me. I stopped on the eastern side of the room as a few people walked around the southern side of the white living room. They did not seem to notice me, so i headed to the corridor, which ran from the center of the northern wall of the room. As i entered the corridor, people seemed to be all around. I knew that $G3 was having some kind of party, and i started to feel a little uncomfortable here. I had been staying here, and i felt a little out of place. I was trying to get to the shower, but i noticed that the people were crowding around the corridor. I entered the small room at the northern end of the corridor, but people were in the room as well. I stopped just inside the door, unsure what i should do. I then realized that a man and woman were kissing just to the west of me. They hugged and caressed each other as they kissed. As i looked around the room, i noticed that all of the other people in the room were also kissing. $G3 was having a party where the object was to get intimate with another person. I felt a little out of place here, thinking that i should no longer be here. I turned to the east to head into one of the shower stalls. The room was L shaped, with a turn to the west on the northern side. The walls seemed to be covered with dull tile, and large shower stalls were inset into all of the walls. The shower stall to the north of me had an aqua ledge that formed a bench on the northeastern corner of the stall, but people seemed to be in that shower stall. The people were fully clothed, but they were hugging and caressing each other. I started to move to the east, into the open shower stall, but i realized that other people were standing near the shower. A man stood just to the west of me, and he seemed to be in change of the party. I knew him, and i told him that i had just come here to take a shower. I felt uneasy about it, knowing that i should not be here anymore. I stood in the center of the room, feeling out of place and wondering what i should do. I could not take a shower until the people were out of the stalls.

12012 March 11

I walked to the east down the sidewalk on the southern side of the street. I was holding a white rope leash in my right hand. The gray stone was attached to the other end of the leash, and it was leading me over the uneven pavement of the sidewalk. This was some kind of trick. The stone was a magnet, and it was being pulled over the surface of the sidewalk, which was made of large flat pieces of slate. The leash was designed to look as though an invisible dog were pulling it. The stone pulled me over the rocks, but it kept getting stuck on the uneven surfaces of the slate blocks. I had to tug on the leash a few times to lift the leading edge over some of the taller bumps. I was then aware that a wall was to the north of me as i walked. It seemed that the stones that i was walking on butted up against the wall. I kept watching the stone move in front of me, trying to keep it from getting stuck on the stones. I decided that some stones did not attract the magnet, which was why it was getting stuck so easily. The ledge then seemed to be on the top of a short stone wall. I swung the magnet to the south of me, passing it over the burned objects on the lawn. The objects looked like wood on the bare ground. Only a few wisps of dry grass remained on the ground. As i passed the rock over the ground to the south, the wooden objects shifted. They were affected the by the magnet, so i thought that the burned objects must have been magnetized by the slate rocks. A man was then standing to the southwest of me, on the lawn. He seemed interested in the slate rock that i had on the leash. He asked if he could see it. I felt suspicious of him, and i did not want to give it to him. I continued down the ledge to the west, trying to get away. The man was below me on the ground, but he climbed up the wall to block my way. I felt annoyed by him. I stood up to him, but eventually walked past him, pretending that he had not affected me at all. The man seemed annoyed, but he did not pursue me. Instead, he started back down the metal ladder, which was now leading against the southern side of the tall stone wall. The man suddenly seemed to have trouble climbing the ladder. I thought that i should get away from the man before he could get down the ladder. I would have to get down the set of stone stairs that descended to the east, from the western end of the wall. The stairs descended along the wall that i was walking on, starting at the ledge where i was. I carefully hurried down the stairs, noticing that some of the slate steps were loose. When i reached the bottom, i noticed that the man was still on the ladder. He seemed to be stuck. I felt bad for him, so i went to help him. Someone else was in the yard to the south of the wall with us. I seemed to know the other person. The man finally made it down from the ladder, and i stood in the yard, watching him brush off his clothes near the bottom of the ladder. The other man, who was to the south of me, told me that i had a stair stuck to my. I had gotten one of the slate steps stuck to the bottom of my right shoe. It seemed to have something to do with magnetism. I told the man that i knew about the stair, but that i had been hurrying down to help the man on the ladder. I pulled the step off of my shoe and put it back in place on the steps. I then headed to the east, across the yard, and the other man followed me. I realized that i could not let him follow me too far. He still wanted the stone that i was carrying. I felt nervous about the man, thinking that i could not lead him all the way to my grandmother’s house. It would not be a good idea for him to know where i was.

I hurried back to the west, heading through the large corridor of the mall. I had left $F45 at Sears, and i was heading back to meet up with him. I felt hurried, thinking that i was late. The mall seemed to be abandoned. Most of the shops were closed or seemed to have walls over the store fronts. I felt uncomfortable here, and i thought that i had to get to the Sears quickly. This place felt unsafe in some way. I reached the junction in the corridor, and i turned to the southwest. A small room opened up on the southern side of the corridor that i was walking through, connecting the corridor to the side hall. A large round column supported the ceiling at the corner of the area, where the two corridors met. I was cutting across the corner by heading through the area. The floor of the triangular area was painted red, and several plastic structures stood around the area. No one was here, but the place seemed like a playground for children. Everything here was brightly colored. This place seemed too empty, and i did not like being here alone. I wanted to get to the large store, where other people would be around.

12012 March 12

I moved to the north, walking along the northern side of the narrow building, across the grassy parking lot. The building and the lot were long east to west. This place seemed like a camp. It was dark out, and someone was moving to the north of me, getting into their car to leave. I felt uneasy here, and i thought that i should not still be here. I headed east again, now inside the long narrow building. I felt trapped here, and i was worried about something. I wanted to leave, but there was something that was making me stay. I started to clean up some of the objects on the floor near the southern wall on the eastern side of the room. I picked up several objects. I then started looking at the phonographs here. The one that was in my left hand had a white sleeve with black or brown drawings on the front. I turned to the east, looking at the phonographs that were stacked vertically in the brown cardboard box on the counter against the eastern wall. I pointed them out to the other person, who was to the west of me. I then turned to the northern wall and grabbed a small dish of ice cream from the low cooler. The building now seemed to be divided into two long rooms that ran parallel to each other. I was in the northern room. The doorway between the two rooms was just to the southwest of me. The room i was in seemed to be a kitchen, with a refrigerator against the northern wall, and a small metal table across from it on the southern wall. The aluminium box cooler with the glass top, which i had taken the ice cream from, was just to the east of the tall dark refrigerator. As i peeled back the plastic across the top of the plastic bowl of that the ice cream was in, i realized that i would have to sign up for the ice cream on the white sheet on the wall to the north. That was how i would pay for the ice cream. I started to feel guilty that i had started to open the ice cream but had not yet paid for it. As i stood back up from bending over the freezer, i was aware of the man to the southwest of me. He seemed to be the camp counselor, and he seemed to be wearing light-brown clothes. I was nervous having him here, thinking that he would be upset that i had not signed up for the ice cream. I stood for a moment, wondering what i should do.

12012 March 13

I sat in the center of the darkened room with black walls. Other people were sitting around me, and it seemed that we had just finished something theater related. $A634 and $F38 were in the room with me, and they had done something in the theater event that we had just finished. I headed to the east, toward the exit. I had to leave and head back home. The exit was in the northern end of the eastern wall. As i made my way across the room, i realized that i did not have my coat with me. I turned back to the west and grabbed my coat from the back of the folding plastic chair, which was near the western wall. I then walked out the door in the northern end of the eastern wall. The room seemed to be divided by a partition so that i could not see the southern half of the wall from where i was. I came outside and started walking down the driveway to the south, thinking that i should take the main road back to my house. It was dark out, so i thought it would be safer to stay on the main road. As i walked down the western side of the driveway, i thought that $F42 and $F46 would probably drive past me on the driveway. I knew that they had gone out to their car before me, so i thought that they might pass me before i could reach the main road. I then thought about walking down the main road, wondering if that was the way i had walked here. It seemed like a long way to walk to get home, and i wondered how i had actually come here. I must have walked to the theater, since i did not have a car with me, but i could not actually remember doing it. I then decided that i had walked here on the trails though the woods. It was shorter than walking back on the road. I turned to the south, walking onto the main road. The road seemed like $P128. I felt impatient and did not want to spend too much time walking, but, to my surprise, i seemed to be moving very quickly down the road. As i headed to the south, i spotted a man in a reflective vest standing on the western side of the road. It was very dark out, but he stood out because of the vest. Several other people were walking on the street, and they passed the man. I realized that he was a construction worker, and that there must be construction happening on the road. I would have to be careful when walking on the road. I started to feel nervous about walking, thinking that i probably should not be walking on the road. The road was now heading to the east, moving along the northern side of the road. I saw the intersection ahead of me, where a road ran off to the north. I knew that this road was $P99. I remembered that the trails i had walked on before crossed $P99. As i thought about this, though, i realized that it did not make sense. I could not picture how the trails could cross the roads and still run in a straight line. The roads were heading in different directions, and i it did not make sense to me how the trail could have run across $P99. The trails must have gone through the forest to the west before circling back to the east and crossing the road to the north of me. This would make the trail much longer than the road. I was surprised when i realized this.

I was staying in the house with $F45. This house did not seem to be our house, and we seemed to be watching it for someone. A man came to the door, which was on the northern side of the house. He was delivering a package, and he told me that it was for me. I felt a little confused, wondering why he would be delivering a package to me at someone else’s house. I took the package into the room and opened it. It had a small Macintosh computer in it. This seemed very strange. $F45, who was to the southeast of me, seemed very interested in the package. He thought that i had gotten a good gift, and he told me that i should use it here. I looked at the small computer, thinking that i should take it home without unwrapping it here. I told $F45 that we should not bother to set it up here, thinking that we should take it home in the box. I then looked again at the white plastic tray of plugs that i was carrying in my hand. It also had a thin white tablet computer on it. I thought that the computer was probably a promotional item. I moved it around in the plastic box, which was now to the south of me. I then wondered if the box was actually really sent to me. It did not make sense to be that the box would have come to me at someone else’s house. I wondered why it would have been delivered to $A634’s and $F38’s house. I carried to the box to the southeast, into the kitchen. A table was in the center of the kitchen, and i placed the box down on it, looking at the lid on the right side to read the label. The label was tucked into a plastic pocket on the side of the box. I pulled out the paper and looked at it, realizing that it did not actually have my name on it. I started to feel uneasy about taking the computer with us. I decided not to deal with it at the moment. I walked back to the west, into the central room of the house. I had to get ready for the play that i was going to be in. The room was large and empty, and had darkened walls. A mirror hung on the western wall of the room. It was large, with a gaudy metal frame. It swung opened to the south, and $A164 stepped out from behind it. This was his entrance in the play. I moved to the north to get things ready. $A164 commented on something political as he did something near the western side of the room. It sounded as though it had something to do with money. I did not agree with him, but i felt uneasy about saying anything about it. Instead, i said something contrary to what he had said. He argued against me, but i did not engage him. I continued cleaning out my things near the northern wall of the room. A second mirror in the western wall was open. Both of the mirrors were entrances to the play. The others started wandering around the black room of the house, which was the theater. I continued changing my clothing, pulling up the black pants that were part of my costume. As i tried to button them around my waist, i realized that they seemed very long. They ran down over my feet. I tried to adjust them as i spoke to the others around me. They were part of the show as well, and were getting changed. $A164 was to the northeast of me, and he would be acting in this play too. He did not seem to be a regular actor, but he was getting ready for the play. The others moved to the northeast now, heading toward the stage. I talked to the older woman, calling her a name that seemed like Betty. She stood to the north of me as i continued to get my things ready. I started to feel nervous, thinking that i had not read all of my lines yet. I was not sure that i knew my part in the play. I wondered what i should do. I knew that i did not have to have my lines memorized. This was actually a play reading, so i could still read my lines from the script, but i should have read the entire script by now. I had not, and i felt unprepared to go out onto the stage. I told the woman this.

12012 March 15

I moved around in the urban area, talking to myself, describing the situation to a fictitious person. I imagined using the word “thou” as a pronoun again. It was the correct version to use in the second-person singular, but it was no longer used in Modern English. I told the imaginary person that the word was actually used in this place, and i practiced pronouncing it so that it sounded similar to “you”. I turned to the east and looked down the alley at the stone walls. A large thick wooden door also seemed to be to the east of me, and i walked up and pushed on the wood as i thought about the use of “thou” in this place. I felt excited about the idea of explaining to someone how this place was simply an alternate universe, and that the word had never fallen out of style here. I turned to the south, looking up the tan stone structure of the cathedral, which was just to the south of me, bordering the alley. Someone said that this place was an old modern city, which meant that it was a modern city with older buildings in it. Looking around, however, i could only see the older stone buildings. The person who appeared here would have to know that they were not too far in the past, otherwise it would not seem that strange for people to be using “thou”. I looked to the southwest, noticing a tall building in the distance. I pointed this building out as a modern building, but then realized that it was actually a cement building with a design that looked to be from the early 11900s. It would not be good to quickly inform the traveler that he or she was entering a modern city. I turned to the east and started walking down the alley, looking at the tall stone wall to the south of me. The reddish-tan stones were cut into roughly square blocks with uneven surfaces. I continued talking to the other person, using the word “thou” as much as i could. I then realized that i was not actually referring to anyone in much of my speech, which prevented me from using the word. I talked to the person as if i was reporting the scene to the other person. I paused at the eastern end of the alley and looked around. I headed to the south, where the entrance to the church was. The entrance was in the eastern end of the building, but i was already inside the main chapel. The chapel had a very high ceiling. This place seemed very familiar to me, and i felt that i had been here several times before. The room was enormous, but there was a wide central column in the center. I stood on the western side of the wall, just to the west of the tall wall that was on the outside of the central column. I knew that a circular section of the altar and part of the audience was on the other side of the plain wall. Most of the church was made of gray stone. It seemed square, with sloped seating on the outside walls. The central section of the church seemed to be made in pale stone. A small section of audience curved around the eastern side of the wide round altar. Tall gray pillars rose to the ceiling around the central section, and a wall blocked the western side on the back of the altar. Someone was talking about the object being hidden in the church. The people here were upset because the object had been stolen and then hidden in the church. I imagined someone finding it. The object seemed to be a book, and i thought about where it could be in the church. People were moving around in the chapel as i strode slowly to the south, down the aisle on the western side of the church. A man in what appeared to be a long white robe walked past me on the east. I tried not to pay attention to the people here, thinking that i really should not be in the church at this time. I was not part of this community, so i should not be handing around this cathedral. I looked up at the gray ceiling high above me. It seemed very plane, with smooth gray stone on the surface, but i noticed a rectangular section of shiny metal embedded into the ceiling. The center of the plate was carved in the shape of an angular bird. The bird was drawn in concentric straight lines. The bird was viewed from below, as though it was flying. I focused on the plate, trying to see the artwork. I noticed several other pictures were also embedded in the ceiling. It then occurred to me that the main part of the ceiling was actually rather plain, which seemed strange for a cathedral. I moved around, glancing at the rows of gray stone pews to the north of me, in the corner of the large room. Someone was talking. I was fascinated by this place, but i felt a little out of place her.

I moved through the crowded room of $P19. I recognized most of the people here, and many of them seemed to be from my high school. I had been here for the reception, and i felt happy here, but i was a little uneasy with the people. I chatted with someone, noticing that the man to the west of me was $A150. He smiled as he chatted with the other person. I was not actually part of their crowd, and i felt a little uncomfortable with them. I was having fun talking to people, but it seemed strange to be here. We were then in the bedroom during the same event. $A150 was still to the west of me with the other person, and i had been sleeping on the bed, which had its head against the northern wall in the center of the room. I sat up in the bed to look around the room, realizing that $F31 and $F11 were sleeping in the bed to the west of me. $F31 was in the center of the bed. We had just been sleeping, but i realized that $A150 and the other man, who seemed a little like $A164, might think that i had been intimate with the two people in bed with me. This made me feel uncomfortable. I did not want them to think badly of me, and i was afraid that they would not like me as much if they thought that i was homosexual. I wondered if the idea would make them uneasy and not want to talk to me. I shifted in bed, trying to get out. I was nervous about this and not sure what to do. $F31 pulled down the dull-yellow sheets and looked at me as i stood up to the east of the bed and started gathering my things. I moved around the room, picking up my things. I was now standing to the east of the van, which had come from the south. I had been in the van with the others from my high school, but i had just gotten out. Some of the other people were still in the van, but $A618 had stepped out already. It was dark out, and i was not quite sure where i was heading. $A618 bent over and picked up his gray duffel bag. Standing back up, he flung the bag over his left shoulder and started walking to the north. I felt uneasy and anxious.

12012 March 18

I looked at the poster to the east of me, which represented the pub that i was in. The photographs on the poster were people in the bar. The majority of the poster was covered with rows and columns of people, starting in the upper left corner, but there was something different about the left-most and bottom-most rows. They shifted from time to time, and they represented the special people who were performing to the southeast of me. I felt a little nervous about this, because i thought that i would be thrown into the large open pit, which looked like the square area of the main part of the poster, and asked to perform. I would have to do some kind of erotic dancing. I moved back to the west as i thought about this. $F45 was to the south of me, and we were both lying in bed. A man came from the east and crawled over the top of the bed. He was one of the erotic dancers, and he was wearing only a pair of white shorts. He leaned in close to $F45, but $F45 seemed uninterested. The man then moved to the north and laid down on my right side. I found him rather attractive, but was not quite sure what to do. I was glad that he had rested himself next to me, though. I could feel the warmth of his body on my right side, and it felt good.

12012 March 19

I walked with my mother and my father, heading to the west along the southern sidewalk of the urban street. I felt agitated; something was bothering me, and i felt a little uneasy talking with my parents. It had something to do with the items in the windows of the stores to the south of us. I referred to them once and a while as we walked. I started to feel more agitated, and i turned back to the east and walked back down the street. Something was in the closet to the south of me, and it was the object that was annoying me. I was not sure what to do, and i started pacing back and forth in front of the closet. I had been in the room with my mother to the west. The room had seemed like a chapel, with wooden paneling on the walls and pews that faced to the west. I had come to the east because something was still bothering me. I looked in the closet again, but could not find what i was looking for, so i turned back to the west and walked across the southern wall of the room. $A608 was to the northeast of me. He said something to me as i looked down at the paper in my hands while walking to the west. I suddenly felt water spraying over my head and dripping on the paper and on the left side of my neck and torso. I looked to the south to see $A593 turning suddenly. His hands were near his crotch, and he turned to get them out of sight. He made it appear that he had been urinating on me, and he smiled mischievously at me. $A608 complimented him, and i felt suddenly upset again. I could not believe that $A593 would actually urinate on me, so i thought that he must have been faking; he must have sprayed me with water from a hidden container. I turned back to $A608, who had turned to the northeast and started walking away from me. I started to feel teased by them, and i wondered if $A593 had actually urinated on me. I moved to the west, placing the white papers on the table, trying to convince myself that $A593 would not have urinated on me. I shuffled through the papers, noticing that water had splattered on one of them. I walked back to the east, shaking off the paper as i looked at the drawings on them. The drawing was of a monster standing on the right side of the page. The monster had a head that was shaped like the body of a jellyfish, with large eyes and a wide mouth of sharp teeth. It looked to the left, snarling at something else in the drawing. It had three or four long thin legs stretching from the bottom of the cap-shaped head. I liked the way the drawing looked, and i thought that it was very well done. I remembered the drawings from sometime when i was young. It was part of a collection of drawings i had made. They illustrated monsters i had created for Dungeon and Dragons. A paragraph of text on the upper left of the page gave a short description of the monster. I then focused on a dark image in the upper right corner of the paper. It was a header for the page, and i had used it to categorize the monsters. I liked the way it looked, and i thought that it was well drawn. I moved around as i looked at the picture. I then started feeling upset that $A593 had sprayed me, and i started to worry that he had actually urinated on me. I put the papers down on the round wooden table to the northeast of me. $A608 was sitting on the western side of the table, reading a book. The pages i was holding were still wet, and i shook them off, trying to get them to dry. I was now very upset that $A593 and $A608 had possibly urinated on me. I felt that they had been purposely mean to me.

12012 March 20

I spoke with the other person as we headed down the steep slope of the tall mountains. We had come up the mountains in the car to get something. I remembered driving up the steep dirt trail, heading north toward the peak of the tall mountain. I remembered being in this place a while ago with $G4. We carefully drove down the steep slope. The car seemed to be skidding from side to side, and i was worried about skidding off the side of the road. The woman with me was nervous about the road too. We headed down the trail to the south, and then made a sharp turn to the west. I talked to the woman about this as we descended. We both seemed nervous, but we quickly came to the point where the trail stopped at the bottom of another trail, which came from the west. Both trails met to the south of the base of the tall peak. We had reached the bottom of the hill with the items, but i knew that we had left some items on the top of the hill. We could not carry everything down in one load, so we would have to go back for the rest. I thought that i should climb back up the hill quickly to get the rest of the equipment. We had left a silver cylindrical container near the top of the peak. It seemed dangerous to go back up there. It was almost night, and i worried that it might be dark by the time i got there. I commented to the woman that we could drive back up the hill, which would be faster than if i hiked. We started driving back up the steep trail to the north, but, just before the point where the trails split and headed in opposite directions around the sides of the tall peak to the north, i noticed another car to the north, facing us. We started to turn to the east, up the steep trail, but the woman from the other car started talking to us. We skidded a little, and the woman pointed out that two inches of snow had fallen on the mountainside. I looked down at the ground, noticing that it was now covered with snow. I had not believed that there could be that much snow on the mountain side, but the snow here was deeper than i had expected. I looked down at the snow to the northeast of our car, which was illuminated in sharp contrast by the headlights. We would not be able to make it up the hill, and it already seemed to be dark out. I wanted to head up the hill anyway, and i thought that i might be able to hike in the dark. I could use a simple headlamp. I looked back up the steep trail, which rose to the north, to the east of us. I felt very annoyed that we could not head up to get the container now. I did not want to leave it up there, but it was snowing too much for us to get.

I waited on the southern side of the stage, on the western side of the room. The stage seemed like a small room, with boxes of things stacked in the center. I was reading from a small yellow script, which i held in my right hand. I felt nervous about the lines because i did not know them yet. I did not feel ready for this play. A few other people were standing on the eastern side of the tan room, facing east as they spoke their lines. They had already memorized their lines, but i felt that i did not yet read the entire script. I looked down at the script again, thinking that i would have to read the lines as i spoke them. $A623 was standing to the north of me, and i thought that she would be upset with me because i did not know my lines well enough. I was upset by this, and wondered what i should do. I looked up at the others again, who were speaking their lines. I was disappointed that i had not learned my lines already, and i did not want to have to read my lines from the book on stage. This was a performance, and, even though i knew it was a play reading, the others had already started acting without their scripts. I was depressed that i had only started reading mine and would not know the lines very well. I then realized that this was the only performance, and it upset me that i had missed this opportunity to act well. I would not be ready for this show.

12012 March 21

I walked with the other person to the west, toward the parking lot. We seemed to be in an old suburban area, with worn houses around us. Though i could not really see any of the houses, i knew that one was to the north of us, on the eastern side of the lot, and a tall one was on a small hill to the north of the lot. The northern end of the lot seemed to have a wooden structure over the top of it, and the structure seemed to be to the east of the tall green house. As i approached my black pick-up truck, which was parked on the eastern side of the lot, facing east, i noticed a large chunk of cement on the back hood. The rock had crushed part of the hood and fractured the back window. I was surprised to see it, and i felt upset, wondering where it had come from. I knew that people were working on the house to the north, but the house seemed quite a distance from my car, so i did not think that the stone could have fallen naturally onto my car. I wondered if someone had purposely thrown it onto the car. The person who had been walking with me continued to the west. I then noticed a large truck parked just to the south of my car. The back of the truck was filled with crumbling chunks of cement. I pictured the workers filling the back of the truck. They must have been careless and dropped a piece onto the back of my car. They did not pick it up or say anything to me, which annoyed me. I was very upset as i pulled the rock from the back of my car. I felt angry with the workmen, and thought that i should throw the rock through the back window of their truck. This would not help, but it would make me feel better.

12012 March 22

I left the small green park-like area and headed west, following the main street into the town. Looking to the west, i could see the metal streetlights that arched over the road. The ground seemed to sink down to the west so that all i could see was the tops of the lights and the buildings on the northern and southern sides of the road. This city was $P3. It looked picturesque as i came down the main street to the central area of town. The buildings to the north were old storefronts, and they seemed busy. The sky seemed and the buildings seemed gray, and the crowd seemed to be wearing long winter coats, but everything seemed bustling. Something about this seemed old and quaint, though. I was walking, and i had come from the southeast, where the suburban houses were in the treed neighborhood. I thought that i had come from the bus, but i seemed to be driving as i looked at the old storefronts. I looked at the signs on the northern side of the street. One of the buildings had a gray stone exterior, and a darker gray stone design formed a square arch over the entrance. The designs seemed to be of bushes or leafs. To the west of the doorway was a relief of a human figure, and a man stood between it and the door, looking down the street to the east. I liked the old architecture, and i felt that these old building were special. A red neon sign glowed over one of the doorways of a building that seemed to be a pub or club. I would have expected these places to have shut down, and i felt surprised that they were still in operation. I was in the modern time, but everything here seemed like a scene from the fifties. I was very interested in the way the storefronts looked, and i thought that i would have to come back and take pictures. I then started to feel that this image might not be here long. Everything seemed dingy, but very nostalgic. I turned to the north and walked along the eastern side of the large square plaza. People walked all around me, but many now seemed to be heading to the north, into the large building on the northern side of the square. I stepped through the opening in the white sliding doors. The doors slided from the east and west, and they seemed to close off the area of the store that was not in use. I stepped into the corridor to the north with some of the other people. I looked to the west, down the wide corridor of the mall. The corridor in the distance was dark, and the stores on the sides were unlighted. It was late, and i knew that the stores were closed for Easter. The others started wandering to the east, but i stood for a moment, looking at the darkened corridor to the east. I finally turned to the east and started following the others through the closed mall. We had come out of the large department store on the southern side of the corridor. I would not be able to do anything in the mall, and i suddenly wondered why i was here. I felt a little disappointed that i could no go to the stores. I realized that the other people were probably here to walk the mall. I decided that i would follow them to the east. I could follow the corridor as it turned south and headed all the way back through the eastern wing of the U-shaped building. I could follow the corridor back to the main street, which ran to the south of the large square plaza in the center of the building. I knew that my small yellow car was parked to the southwest of where i was, so the corridor headed back in approximately the right direction. I would drive my car to the west to get to my grandmother’s house. I hesitated for a moment, though, thinking about walking through the building. I decided against following the others, and i turned back to the west. A wall of white sliding doors was now to the west of us. I said something to the man to the south of me as i slid one of the doors to the north and stepped through the wall. The mall was supposed to be closed, but i wanted to head out the way i came in. I turned to the south and walked back through the department store, hoping that they would not mind. As i walked, i was actually in a corridor that ran along the western side of the store. The corridor was open to the store on the east, but the western wall of the corridor was plain white. The glass exit doors were to the south of me, and i was heading toward them. Just to the east of the southern end of the corridor was a narrow part of the store. The eastern wall slanted toward the doors, creating the narrow triangular section of space where several sparse displays were set up. The items here seemed cheep, like old Christmas decorations. A service window was in the southern wall, just to the east of the door. I headed to the south, hoping that i could still get out of the doors. I came into the kitchen of my parents’ house, and i headed east into the room. My parents were on the northern side of the kitchen, to the north of the dark-gray central counter. I walked along the southern side of the counter, noticing something steaming on the eastern end of the counter, near the wall. I said hello to my parents as i put my things down on the counter. I continued to the east, looking at the cluster of things on the counter. At first, i thought that something might be wrong, but then i noticed the light-blue tin container behind the black thing. The tin container had a small knob on the top, which seemed to be a pressure valve. I thought that this might be a small samovar, but, as i got closer, i realized that the steam was actually coming from the oval cylindrical container just to the west of the blue urn. The plastic container had bottles in it, and it looked like a rice steamer. I looked down into the container, noticing that the water on the bottom was boiling. This did not seem good. The black plastic container was in the middle of bottles and other things that were stacked on the counter. I noticed that the bottle to the north of the container was also steaming, and the clear glass bottle of orange wine, which was resting on its side in a black metal rack to the east of the container, had condensation on the upper part of the bottle. This concerned me. I pulled the items on the counter away from the black container, and i told my mother that the steamer was heating up the things around it. This did not seem safe. I cautioned my parents about this, telling my mother that the heat probably ruined the wine on the counter. I started moving things across the counter to the west, to get them away from the steamer. I wanted to create room around the steamer so that it did not heat up other things near it. I grabbed a pair of blue jeans from the floor. They were my father’s. I started to hang the over the back of one of the chairs that were on the southern side of the counter, but decided that it was not a good place. I turned to the south, holding the pants up in front of me, wondering what i should do with them. I finally draped them over the back of a chair, which was to the south of me, against the southern wall. A large broad leaf hung in front of the chair, and i had to push it out of the way to hang the pants. The leaf arched from the east, coming out of a large potted plant that was on the floor, in front of the window in the southern wall.

12012 March 23

$A600 was to the southeast of me, and i felt excited to have him here. I was trying to do something with him, but i kept thinking about it instead. I described the situation to myself as i looked to the west. $A600 seemed to be here because he was practicing his wrestling. I knew that i was not good enough to coach him on anything, but it was exciting to be with him. As i mentioned this to myself, i was aware that $F45 was to the southwest, wrestling with $A600. I knew that $F45 would be easily pinned, and i was amused by this. I headed toward them to get a better look. I could not see them clearly because a wall extended from the southern wall, blocking the small square room that they were in from my view. $A600 was then standing to the south of me, and i felt that he was being challenging. I was not sure what to do, but i was interested in wrestling him, even though i knew that he would easily beat me.

We arrived to the area from the east, stopping to the north of the small wooden church in the small town. The church was white, and it seemed like a Presbyterian church. I had come here with my family for a dinner, but it felt a little uncomfortable to be here. I was not a member of this church, and i knew that my father was not so interested in eating in a church. He stood to the west of me as we walked toward the building. Others were already gathering in front of the double doors at the entrance to the church. This was a special dinner, and i felt that, in some way, we were intruding on the event here. It felt as though we did not belong in this place. I walked to the west of the church, heading around to the back of the building. I wanted to see if there was another entrance, since it seemed as though people were already inside. I stopped on the southern side of the building and looked north. I could see through the windows. Long tables were set up inside the chapel, and a priest was just opening the doors on the northern side of the room. I watched people start to crowd in. Something seemed very strange about this place. I headed back to the northern side of the building, this time, rounding the eastern side. I turned to the southwest, looking at the front steps. The steps were simple wooden boards that had been nailed to vertical supports. My mother was standing to the north of the steps, but i was focused on $X13, who was standing just to the east of my mother. My mother must have brought $X13 to this event for some reason. $X13 stared at the steps at the front of the church, his ears turned forward, as if listening to something. I looked at the stairs, but did not see anything. I then heard a noise under the steps and realized that another animal must be there. My father said something to the northwest of me. I then turned my attention back to $X13, who was now on the ground to the southeast of me. He was a furry white cat, with gray and black patches here and there. His face seemed suddenly cringed, and he was standing with his shoulders hunched, as though hissing at something. His eyes were fixed at the stairs. I realized that he was ready to attack the cat that was under the steps. I remembered the other cat from before, and i mentioned this to my mother. I quickly bent over to pick $X13 up. I carried him back to the northwest, toward the car, which was parked on the street. My parents had come with me in the dark-colored Jeep. I carried $X13 to the vehicle, and i started to feel that something was very wrong. Something was alerting my senses to an inconsistency around. I hurried to the Jeep, but was not really sure what was wrong. As i approached the car, i noticed that the back window on the passenger’s side was open. I would have to close it so that the cat did not escape while we were in the church. I climbed into the car, still cradling $X13 in my arms. I sat in the passenger’s seat as i closed the glass windows on the front of the car. I started to feel anxious, not quite sure what was going to happen. I moved back a little in the car, looking at the other windows to make sure that they were closed. I then noticed that the plastic window on the driver’s side, in the rear, had an opening in the center of it. The window had a zipper running down the center, where the sheet plastic could be opened. My foot was sticking out the hole, but i was trying to close the plastic back up before i could let $X13 run free in the car. I imagined that something was coming from the west, but i was not sure what it was. I started to feel nervous here, and i held $X13 tightly, thinking that i had to protect him from something. I wondered if i would be safe in the car. Whatever would happen would be outside the car, so i tried to comfort the cat in the car for now.

12012 March 24

I wandered through the empty building, heading to the east. This building was new, and the rooms here were still under construction. The place seemed familiar, and everything here seemed sepia toned. I was interested in the building, and i turned to the north, coming into the large square room of the hotel. The room was very open, and it seemed like an outdoor courtyard. People were standing on the western side of the yard, which was in the room. I walked into the eastern side of the room and started talking to the woman to the west of me. She was wearing a long plain thin off-white dress with a loose collar. She seemed like Sally Fields, and the rest of the people to the west of her seemed like the cast of Brothers and Sisters. Everything seemed hazy, and the tall round green tree stood on the western side of the yard.

I followed the other person to the west, down the large building. This building was still under construction. The dry dirt ground outside, to the east, seemed dusty, and yellow construction vehicles seemed to be moving around the other wooden structures in the large area. I moved quickly into the interior of the building, because i did not want the workers to see that i had come here. I felt that i was not supposed to be hiding in the incomplete structures. The other wood structures seemed to have green panels of insulation on the outside. The other person moved to the west of me as i stopped in the corridor. This house seemed to be more of a mansion, with large spacious rooms and wide corridors. The main corridor entered the house from the east, and stopped near the western end of the building. A corridor ran to the north of the intersection into an area of smaller rooms, and a second, slightly wider corridor, ran to the south-southeast, into a wide room that seemed to be a living room. A few steps led up to the floor of the living room. I was interested in this place and wanted to see more of it. I had been staying here, and i liked this house, but i knew that we had to be careful not to be found here. I looked at the white furnishings of the unfinished living room, thinking that this place seemed luxurious. I then started to feel nervous here, thinking that someone might see us in the house. I headed to the north as the other person wandered to the southwest. I came into a small bedroom, which seemed like a hotel room. The bed was against the eastern wall, and i entered from the southwest. The bed was covered with a dark, green and black bed spread. I then noticed the luggage on the bed, and on the floor just in front of the bed. Someone was already staying here. I felt nervous about this, and i wanted to warn the other person with me that we were not alone. Several large suitcases were stacked on the floor. They had canvas sides, which were dark green with yellow lines here and there. I felt very uneasy about the bags and turned to head back to the west, down the corridor. The other man with me was standing to the west of a short woman with fluffy black hair. They were both to the west of me. I tried to warn him about the luggage, but realized that the short oriental woman was the one who owned the luggage. She turned around to look at me as i stopped just to the east of her. She had a wide face, and had a curious expression. I started chatting with her, relieved that she was staying in this place secretly as well.

12012 March 25

I drove the car down the long straight road to the east, heading across the brown dry desert area. The packed ground was flat around me, but there were dark structures scattered here and there, which looked like ruins of vehicles or small destroyed structures. $Z was in the passenger’s seat of the car. I started to feel nervous here, looking at the tall cluster of buildings rising on the horizon to the east. We were driving toward them. The city seemed to be Las Vegas, but it was in ruins. We passed a tall black structure on the northern side of the road, and i became aware of someone watching us from the top of a tall building in the city. The narrow tower was on the northern side of the road, and a man with ragged tan clothing was watching me. I felt nervous of him. He then pointed a bazooka at me and fired. The truck i was driving had large guns mounted to the top of it, so i fired them back at the man. I know i would have time to swerve out of the way of the missiles that he was firing at me, but he would not realize that i was shooting bullets back at him. I then thought about this situation as i continued to drive. I felt tense, worrying that something might happen. $Z and i continued to the east, through the tan corridors of the hotel.

I followed the other person to the north, noticing that $X1 was sitting on the counter or shelf on the western side of the corridor. Someone was talking about him, and i felt concerned for him. He had been gone for a very long time. The person was standing to the northeast of $X1. I walked up to the cat and tried to pet it, but it seemed very angry. It hunched its back and hissed. It seemed that $X1 was scared of something and was now no longer used to people. He had become more feral. This seemed reasonable, because i remembered that he had died a long time ago. I then started to wonder why he had come back after such a long time and none of our other cats had. I thought that both $X4 and $X5 were much younger than $X1, yet they had not returned. This situation seemed very strange.

12012 March 26

I moved to the north down the narrow corridor, which seemed to be in the large old apartment building. It felt good to be back here, but i felt distracted by some of the other people around me. The young man walked to the north with me down the narrow corridor on the eastern side of the house. The walls of the corridor seemed to be medium gray, and vertical ridges ran down the wall at regular intervals. I turned to the west at the northern end of the corridor and started walking to the west. Windows were in the northern walls of the corridor. I felt concerned about the man with me. I let him walk to the west, and i turned around and headed back to the east. As i turned to head down the corridor to the south, i passed through a doorway in the western wall, heading into the large bedroom. The bedroom seemed to be surrounded by the corridor, and i was aware of the young man walking to the north of the room. It seemed that i could see him through the wall of the room, though only at intervals. I felt suspicious of the young man as he walked to the south, down the corridor on the eastern side of the room. I watched him pass the door, feeling cautious of him. He seemed to be from the private school, and he seemed to be wearing a gray uniform with a crest on the left breast of the jacket. He made it to the southern end of the corridor and turned to the west again, walking along the southern side of the room. I could see him through the tall narrow red-tinted windows in the southern wall of the room. He smiled at me as he walked past, and i felt a little uneasy that he could so easily see in. I moved to the west, along the northern side of the bed. I realized that there was not much privacy in this room because the school boys could see into the room through the windows. I started to feel nervous of them as i thought about this. When i was in bed, they would be able to watch me sleep. There would be no privacy here. I walked to the east, toward the exit door, feeling suddenly very uncomfortable here knowing that anyone could look in on what i was doing. On the eastern side of the room, i stopped in front of the door, still thinking about the boys from the school to the south. They seemed to be purposely making me feel uncomfortable by watching me. I stood near the eastern side of the room, complaining about this as my parents came near me from the west. Something now seemed wrong. I looked at the door to the east of me, thinking that something was going wrong here. I realized that the building was on fire, and i tried to warm my parents about this. I could see the flames in the stairwell to the southeast. I was looking through a clear window in the wall. I slowly opened the door to the east of me to show my parents the danger. The corridor that ran along the eastern side of the room, and the stairs descended to the south. Flames were now flaring up the stairs toward us. The fire was very close. I closed the door and headed back into the room. The fire was spreading slowly, but we had to get out of the building quickly. This place now seemed to be a college dormitory room. Several of the people moving across the room were familiar to me, and they seemed to be the people from my freshman year in college. $A574 came out of one of the rooms to the east of me, looking confused. I stood in the square corridor area. Two doors were in the eastern wall, and the other walls seemed to have similar doorways that all led into individual dorm rooms. $A574 headed to the south to get out of the building. I turned to the south and headed through the building as well. I knew of the emergency, but i started to feel uncomfortable, thinking that i really did not belong on this campus anymore. I ran along the eastern side of the large cement building and then stopped. The area to the east and southeast of me was grassy, and college students were walking between the buildings here. I moved a little to the west, following the curve of the large pale building to the north of me. A metal terrace wrapped around the front of the building, curving over my head. I felt uneasy here, thinking that i would have to get away. I saw another person running up the metal slope of the balcony over my head, and i thought that i should head to the west, toward the bottom of the ramp. I could run up the ramp and then jump off the eastern side, flying over the campus. It would be the easiest way out of here. I started to jog to the east, along the base of the building, looking up at the woman on the balcony above me. I suddenly started to feel fatigued, and i had to stop running. I realized that i was actually too old to run like this, and i felt a little embarrassed. I was too old to be here, and i felt bad.

I was in the car with my mother as we headed to the west, through the bright urban area of the small town. Trees grew on the sides of the street, and the buildings seemed to be storefronts and apartments. We had just left the house of my father’s mother, but i kept thinking about the place. It seemed like a nice place, and i talked about it with my mother. I started talking about moving in to the house to the east of us, where we had just come from. I knew that my father’s mother lived there, and it seemed strange to be living with her, but i thought that it would be nice to live in the house. I then thought about the city around the house. It seemed clean and bright. It seemed like $P85, and i told my mother that it would be nice to get to know this city. Something about the place seemed new and interesting, and i wanted to live there for a while.

12012 March 27

I stood up in the middle of the river. I seemed to be on a boat, but i could not sea the boat. I was watching the small motorboat that was floating just off the western shore. The muddy water of the river was churning as it rushed to the south, but the boat i was on was floating in one place in the middle of the water. The small motorboat bobbed on the waves near the shore. The shore was very steep, and looked like brown shrubs or dense underbrush, creating a rounded hill with dark thin branches that reached out over the water. The boat must have been tied to one of the branches. I felt as though we were here investigating the boat, and it suddenly seemed strange that the boat was not washed down the river in the fast current. I looked at the river to the north of me, feeling uneasy with the flow of the water. The river was moving so fast, and it seemed strange that we were so easily keeping our position still on the rushing water. I thought about this as i turned to the south and started walking across the dirt ground with the others. We were walking on the shore to the east of the small river, which seemed more like a creek or stream now. $F45 was with me, and we started talking about the different countries that we would be stepping through. I said that we would be following the river until we came to Poland. I tried to remember which countries were which, thinking that the water was actually the border of each country. It was like traveling down the Rhine, but the counter on one side seemed to be Deutschland, and the country on the other seemed to be Poland. I wondered if we were in Poland yet. The land sloped to the south ahead of us, and the stream ran from the northwest, turning to the south-southeast just to the south of us. Short wooden stakes were stuck in the ground to the east and southeast of us, and they were connected with thin white string. These marked out garden plots. The borders had something to do with the garden plots, and it seemed that we would be crossing one of the boarders in a moment. I then heard the voices of children from somewhere to the northwest. They were talking to their father about us. I tried not to pay attention, thinking that we might have walked across their land. The children called out to us, but i tired not to pay attention to them. I did not want them to know that i had heard them because i did not want to get into a discussion about why we were on the property. I continued walking to the southeast, knowing that we would soon be across the border of the white string. I stepped over some white string as we started to round the southern end of the property. The stream made a curve back to the northeast, running back up hill to the northeast. We would follow the shore around and head back up the hill. As we rounded the southern part of the land, i noticed that the soil had a purple hue to it. I looked more closely at it, seeing that a fine purple powder was covering the dark-brown dirt. This soil seemed strange, and i pointed it out to the others as we walked. I then realized that we would be heading to the northeast, along the eastern side of the triangular grass land. The children were on the western side now, and could easily cut across to get to the eastern side. The triangle did not seem that wide now, and it seemed that they could easily catch up to us now, if they wanted.

12012 March 28

I sat in the back seat of the car, on the southern side of the seat as the car headed west. My mother sat on the seat to the north of me. I was drinking something as my mother talked to me about something. This event seemed like it happened a long time ago. Everything seemed sepia toned. My mother said something, and then moved to the west, into the front seat. As she shifter forward, i noticed something brown on the seat under her. She had been sitting on a brown glass bottle. She leaned back a moment to get momentum, and them pushed into the front seat. I lifted the dark-gray blanket that she had been sitting on to see the broken bottle underneath. Most of the bottom of the bottle was intact, but it had an uneven ragged edge where the bottle had broken. I was surprised that she had not been cut when she sat on it. I picked up the pieces of the bottle as i talked to my parents about someplace that we had been to.

$F45 was driving the car to the west, down the long country road. It seemed to be late in the evening, but it was still twilight out. The land around us had many trees, but the land near the road was mostly open fields. Hills seemed to be to the north and south of us. I was in the back seat of the car talking to the two people in the front seats. The greens of the trees seemed dull because of the dim light. We approached an intersection with a smaller road, and i remembered that $F45 had to drop the other person off. I looked at the road that headed to the south from the intersection, thinking that we wanted to take it because i had parked my car to the south. I realized that we were still going too fast as we approached the turn, though, and i started to say something to $F45 as we passed the road. Just to the west of the road on the intersection was a small white building, which looked like a modern run-down church. $F45 realized that i was trying to say something about the intersection and stopped talking to the man in the passenger’s seat. I realized that $F45 was interested in the man in the passenger’s seat. We approached the intersection again. This time, $F45 turned to the north, stating that he was going to take the other man home. I felt annoyed. We would still have to drive all the way back to the south to get my car. It seemed like a long way out of the way to drive the other person home, but i knew that $F45 was not thinking about the inconvenience as much as he was thinking about how he could get more acquainted with the other man. I felt disappointed as i sat back into the back seat.

12012 March 29

I felt slightly tense as i moved around the area. Something was wrong, and my eyes ached. I pressed my eyes with my fingers, noticing that they felt stiff and bloated. Something was wrong. I turned to the east and looked at my face in the mirror. The irises of my eyes were outlined with red, and i started to worry that there was fluid pressure building up in my eyeballs. The red must be blood that was seeping out around the sides of the irises. I started to feel worried about this and wondered what i should do. I then noticed a brown blotch on the bottom right side of my right eye. The iris or the white was discolored, and i thought that blood must have been pushing its way out. I did not know what i could do with my right eye, and i felt very worried. I looked around the large area that i was in, blinking as i tried to focus on the wall or objects to the north. I focused on the white objects, which seemed like tents or white boards in the large room, but the view periodically went blank. I was losing the sight in my eye. I closed my eyes, thinking that the light might bother them. I would have to keep them closed to reduce the light, in case the light was making them worse. I moved around the area searching for help. I was standing just to the south of a large opening. To the north, people were in the large room, or darkened outdoor field. I turned to the east and started walking along the northern edge of the field, just to the south of the line of trees. It was dark out, and the cut grass in the field was about a deci tall. The land to the south of me sloped gently down, and i knew that $G4 were camping in tents along the southeastern corner of the field. I started to head toward them, calling out for help. I could not hear anyone at the moment. I could make out several illuminated tents to the south. I turned toward them, looking for someone that could help me, but i could not see anyone. I then heard voices of people talking in the distance. I tried to call out to them, but instead started howling. The noise seemed more natural as a call for attention. I moved into the area where the others were, heading to the west. $F14 was in the crowd. She had come from the large open room to the north, where many of the people were mingling. I turned to her and told her what was wrong. She seemed very concerned and tried to help me. She turned to the northwest, leading me somewhere else in the room. I felt glad that she was helping me, but then i realized how strange it was since we were no longer dating, and had not been dating in quite a long time. We wandered down several of the halls, looking for something. I tried to keep my eyes closed as much as possible, but i had to open them enough to see. I then realized that $F14 was no longer with me. I looked around for her, but could not find her. I wanted her help. I turned to the north, walking into the small room where several others were gathered. A man near the doorway said hello to me, and i asked him if he had seen $F14. An old man then approached me from the north. He had white fuzzy hair on the sides of his head. He handed me two sets of eye patches, saying that $F14 had wanted me to have them. I took them from him, trying to figure out how to put them on. One of them was triangular, and it seemed to be made of thick brown leather. It had a smaller patch of leather over one corner. I turned it over in my hand, wondering how i would put it on. I finally pulled one of the patches over my head, covering up my right eye so that i would not have to force myself to keep it closed. I thanked the man, and then i started to wander through the house, looking for $F14. I wanted to thank her for her help, and i felt a sudden interest in being with her. I moved to the north and northwest, through the crowd, coming out into the large hallway. It seemed i had been in this hallway when the man had given me the eye patch. I looked at the uneven white walls of the corridor to the north. This building seemed like a school. A smaller corridor ran off to the east, where i had come from.

12012 March 30

I looked down at the papers in my hand as i walked slowly to the west. I had something i had to do, and the papers had something to do with it. My attention was then turned to the north, where i saw $A634 standing on the wooden deck of a ship. She was standing with her arms at her sides, looking at me. I said hello and she responded. $F38 was on the boat with her. I seemed to be standing on the dock as their boat started to turn away from the dock. The western end of the boat tipped to the north. The large boat seemed to be nothing but a flat wooden deck; i knew that it was a sailboat, but i could not see any masts. I moved to the west a little to help them push off from the dock. As they moved away, i realized that the boat that we were standing on was starting to drift to the north. The wake of the large boat that $F38 and $A634 were on was pulling us out. I started to worry about this, thinking that our boat should not be on the water yet. I looked to the north again to see the tail of their wide white motorboat moving through the mouth of the marina, heading to the north. A V-shaped trail of foam was left in their wake. Our boat drifted to the northwest, away from the docks. We were not prepared to be on the open water, and i knew that our boat would tip over. $F45 was on the boat with me. I called to him, thinking that he was to the southeast of me, telling him that we were going to get wet. It was nothing that we really had to worry about, but it was not a good thing.

12012 March 31

I was running with $G4 to the southwest, across the rocky landscape. Some of the people around me were walking, and others were jogging. We were following the trail down the steep slope of the hill to the southwest. The runners in the front of the group had already started running down the rocky slope, but i was near the middle of the pack. A few older people were walking in front of me, and i started to feel anxious behind them, so i moved a little to the south to get around them, walking carefully over the wide flat stones of the uneven ground. I turned to the south and started down the old stone path. I suddenly realized that the others had not followed the path down the slope, but instead headed straight down the dirt and rock hill. The path was worn into the eastern side of the hill. The hill rose slightly to the west of it, and i thin old tree stood at the end of a point. The path descended along the eastern side of the point, and then seemed to curve round the front of the point to the southwest. I walked down the old stone steps on the path, wondering why the trail had not simply come down this path. It must have been the old hiking path and was no longer in use. The wall of the area was just to the east of me as i followed the path. After descending a short way, i realized that the path was squeezed between the edge of the point and the eastern wall. The twisted roots of the tree grew over the stone path. I would have to squeeze through the roots to continue on the path. I looked at the opening in the roots, though, and realized that it was very small. I wondered suddenly why i always seemed to get caught trying to get through openings too narrow for human passage. I stepped over the roots, trying to figure out how i could squeeze down between them to continue on the path. I realized that the others must have taken the newer path because this one was actually impassable. Annoyed, i tried to back up the slope so that i could cut over to where the others were. As i turned to head back to the north, though, the slope was very steep. I had come down a dirt cliff, and it would be difficult for me to climb back up it. I saw a root running along the eastern side of the dirt cliff, which was to the northeast of me, so i grabbed on to it for support. I hoped that it did not pull from the dirt as i tried to climb back up. I started to feel nervous about climbing back up the slope, worried that i would slide farther down the hill and over the steep cliff to the south. I pulled on the root, but found that it was unstable, so i tried to grab the thicker one above it. I could not reach the heavier root. I pushed onto my right leg, trying to reach it, but could not get far enough up the slope to grab it. $A510 was standing to the west of me, on the edge of the path. He commented on what i was doing, trying to help me out. I was not sure what i should do. I felt stuck here. I started to think about the situation as i moved around on the slope. I would have to be rescued from this area. I wondered if the others had any rope or anything else to pull me up with. I moved to the north, over the top of the dirt slope. It was now later, and i had already been rescued. I thought about the situation as i moved away.