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12017 March 02

I woke up in my bedroom. I could hear the sound of the wind outside. It sounded as though a strong storm was blowing against the house. I rolled over to face east, looking at the clock on my bed-stand. The red digits were blinking. The power must have gone out because of the wind. It was still early in the morning, and it was dark in the room. I got up and headed to the east. I stopped in the middle of the room. $K1 was now to the west of me in the living room of the house, which seemed like $P19. I said something to her, feeling that i had to check on something outside. I thought that the trees might have fallen down. I turned back to the east and looked out the window. I was looking at the driveway of my parents’ house. A large tree had fallen to the north, running up the driveway and across the parking area. I wondered if it had fallen on my car, which seemed to be a black Volkswagen. I did not feel upset about my car being crushed, but i thought i should check. I moved closer to the door so that i could see more of what was outside. The tree actually seemed to have fallen to the west of the cars. I then realized that we would not be able to get out of the driveway to get to school. I told someone this.

12017 March 03

I was standing to the north of myself, watching myself walk to the north along the narrow ledge. I had climbed to the ledge from the grassy area that was on top of the cliffs. The ledge was halfway down a cliff of gray rock, but the southern part of the cliff seemed lower. I easily descended from the grass on top of the cliff to the ledge. I walked along the ledge for a little way. I then turned back to the south to say something to the man who was following me. The rocks on the cliff under me seemed loose and uneven. I started to worry that i did not have good footing here. The man to the south of me pushed a flat rock over the top of the ledge to get it out of our way. I started pushing other rocks off the top of the ledge, thinking that i could make the ledge more stable. As i pushed rocks off, however, i started to feel that i was pushing all of the rocks forming the ledge off the side. I wondered if i would be able to walk on the ledge or if it would be too steep. I walked back to the south a little, noticing a large rock that seemed unstable. I worried about falling off of the cliff, so i pushed the rock over the side. The rock was flat on the top, but had a round protrusion on the bottom that covered most of the stone. As the rock tipped over the edge, i realized that it was a large part of the ledge. I watched the rock fall. It caught the air and drifted to the south, hitting the short wall of the cliff that jutted out to the east. An older couple was standing on the overlook just above the cliff, and the rock hit right below them. They seemed startled, and i thought that the rock might do damage to the cliff that they were standing on. I thought that i should not have toppled the rock that fell in their direction. I looked back at the ledge. It now sloped more steeply toward the edge, and i felt less sure about standing on it. I looked to the south. The gray surface of the cliff now seemed very smooth and glossy. The ledge was narrow, and i felt unsafe on it. I reached up and grabbed the top of the cliff as i made my way back to the south. I came into the parking lot that was on the top of the cliff to the south. The large building stood to the southwest of the lot. A street ran to the south, along the eastern side of the building. I remembered coming from the street earlier and heading into the lot. I watched someone come up the street as i remembered. Tall chain-link fencing surrounded the building. It was under construction. Workers stood around the base of the building, doing something. I had come up the road from the south looking for a place to park before. I looked around the lot now as the other car came from the south. I wanted to park on the street to the south, but i thought that we would not be able to park there because of the construction. A small structure was on the eastern side of the road, to the south of me. I had driven my car into the parking lot where i was and then turned around in a large arc to the east. My vision panned to the east now, noticing the tall chain-link fence that ran along the eastern side of the parking lot, where a narrow street ran north along the lot. The lot i was in was actually closed because of the construction. We would not be able to park here. I had to find a place to stop. The others were still to the south, so i drove back down the road to the south. They seemed like they might be from $G4. We had to find a place to park, and i started to feel frustrated that we could not.

I moved around in the house trying to clean things up. I had killed the woman. I remembered burying her body in the pile of peat moss that was on the western side of the yard. I had covered things up by cleaning the house so that it would seem that she just disappeared. I walked along the eastern side of the narrow room in the old house. A woman was cleaning things up to the northeast of me. I had to pretend that i had broken up with the woman that i had killed. I would pretend that she had left and that i had not heard from her. The woman moved to the south along the western wall of the room, sweeping things from the floor. I started to walk to the south, down the stairs that descended along the eastern wall. The woman watched me uneasily. She was cleaning something just behind the headboard of the bed, which was against the western wall. She lifted the reddish-brown pillow as she dusted. I suddenly worried that she would find red hairs from the woman that i had killed on the headboard. The woman cleaning was the mother of the woman i had murdered. I knew that she was suspicious of me, so i had to pretend that nothing was wrong. I had told the woman that her daughter had left and that i had not heard from her. I then remembered the letter that i had. I had given it to the teacher before. I thought that i should talk to the teacher about the breakup and pretend to feel sad.

We were running along the wide gravel path on the northeastern side of the large lake. The lake was very narrow east to west and we seemed to be near the northern end of it, moving along the eastern side. I chatted with the others as we jogged to the south, along the steep rocky cliffs, which were to the east of us. Something seemed to pass over the lake from the top of the cliff to the south of us, and i was aware of a large old factory to the southeast. The factory was an old brick building with tall round smokestacks. I talked with the others who were with me. The trees still had some green leafs, but most of them seemed to be orange or yellow. The scene changed suddenly, and i was now driving with the others to the north. To the west, i could see the flat smooth water of the lake. It was now winter, and the low rolling hills of the landscape looked nice. The shallow hill to the west of the lake seemed to be covered with dull brown trees. We were at the southern end of the lake heading back toward where we had been jogging before. I thought about where it was, and i remembered seeing the factory. I thought that the factory was part of a small town on the lake, and i thought that we were approaching the town from the south. Something tall was to the east of us. It seemed to be a mountain with a steep western slope. The slope had been cut into a cliff so that the road could pass along the side of it. The car started to follow the curve of the road around the cliff, but then it was flying through the air. We flew over the southern end of the small town, heading north-northwest. The town was larger than i had remembered. It was actually a small city, and it seemed quite quaint. I spotted the large factory to the northeast of us, along the edge of the lake. It was a modern cement building with a square tower in the center. The tower had several levels, with each level smaller than the one under it. The top of the tower was cubical, and it had a vertical V-shaped decoration on the southeastern-facing side that looked like an art-deco design. The chevron looked almost metal as we approached. We flew over the open parking lot to the southeast of the main factory building. We flew over part of the building, and i felt a little nervous about being in the air. As we approached the main tower, we started to get lower to the ground. I could see a large parking garage under us, and we were landing on the roof. We landed on a ramp, and i drove the car to the south. We had to find a parking space. The lot seemed empty, but i knew that the festival was happening near us. Some of the festival market tents seemed to be to the east of where i was now driving. To the south of me, the lane that i was driving in went under an upper level of the garage and started to descend. I thought that i could find parking there. As i pulled in, i was aware of other people walking around for the festival. The parking spots on the western side of the aisle were now full. Someone then said that the parking here was female parking. I looked at the cars as i passed them, looking for an open spot. I wondered if i would be able to park in a female parking spot. I thought that it might be reserved for women. My parents were in the car with me. After a little way, i turned to the west, pulling into an open spot near the cement western wall. A doorway seemed to be in the wall just to the south of where i parked. I was then out of the car, looking to the west at the car. I was aware of a table to the south of me where someone was selling merchandise for the festival. People were walking around the area far to the south as well, somewhere deeper in the parking garage. We turned to the south and started walking. The female teacher was then there. I turned to the north to say something to her. I was now in the oddly shaped classroom. The teacher stood directly to the north of me, on the eastern side of the room. She had something to do with the woman that i had killed. The room was roughly square, but it had short wings along the eastern side that ran north and south. I was just to the north of the southern wing. I knew that the teacher was the mother of the woman that i had killed. I told her that i was sorry that i had broken up with the woman, and then i asked how the woman was. I knew that no one knew where the woman was. I told the teacher that it had been a while since i had left the woman, and i mentioned that i had not heard how she had been doing. The woman responded to me. She did not seem to know that her daughter was missing. I held a folded piece of paper in my hand, and i had said something about it to the teacher. The teacher said that i should write something about her daughter, and then she turned and headed back to the north. I looked at the folded piece of paper, thinking that i had already written something. I unfolded the paper, seeing the black ink that filled the letter. It was a long note, and i thought that it was written like a poem. I should give it to the teacher as the writing she had asked me to do. I folded it back up, wrinkling the paper into a small ball. The paper folded so that edges of it pointed out, making the ball look like a round pinecone or burdock pod. I moved to the north and handed it to the teacher. I then headed to the west, across the room. A young girl from the class started to follow me. My mother was already ahead of me, outside the room. I started walking down the white corridor that led from the southern side of the room. The rooms were smaller now, and they seemed to be part of an old store, which was composed of many small rooms in an old building. As i walked out of the large room, i glanced back. The young girl, who seemed to be four or five, had turned to the north and walked into the room. She stopped to look at herself in a mirror, which was propped against the center of the northern wall. Clothes seemed to be hung on either side of the mirror, and other items were on shelfs. I thought that the girl would catch up with me as i headed out, so i continued to the west. The girl was wearing a bright blue dress that came down to her knees. After walking a little way down the corridor, i stopped and looked back to the east. The girl was not yet following me. I knew that she would probably look around and realize that i was not there. She would then panic and hurry to the corridor to find out where i had gone. A young girl then ran around the corner from the north and into the corridor. At first, i had thought it was the girl i was waiting for, but it was not. The girl was older and she wore a white dress. She came around the corner too fast and stumbled into the cabinet that was against the southern wall. I did not move toward her. She stood up, rubbing her right temple. Her sister was then standing to the north of her in the hallway. Her sister seemed younger, but neither was the girl i was waiting for.

12017 March 04

I was in the bedroom, which seemed to be the upper bedroom at my grandmother’s house. The bed was against the southern wall of the room, and i was lying down on it with my head to the south. Another man was standing to the north of me, and $F71 was standing to the northeast of me. I thought that $F71 was sleeping in the bed to the east of me. I was paying attention to the man to the north of me, though. He was wearing underwear and a T-shirt, and he had very strong leg muscles. I thought that they were very attractive. He lay down on the large bed to the east of me. I felt a little uncomfortable, thinking that $F71 might be jealous of the man who was in the same bed with me. We were supposed to be sleeping, but i wanted to be intimate with the man. I did not want to engage him, though, because i knew that $F71 would be upset. I lay in bed for a moment, looking at the ceiling but feeling very turned on. The man lying next to me then turned toward me and put his right leg over my stomach. I felt very turned on, and i was not sure what to do. I pet the thigh muscles of his leg with my left hand, feeling very erotic. I was then aware that $F71 was watching us. He had stood up, and he seemed to be leaning toward the bed. I could tell that he was nervous, and i did not want to upset him, but i continued to pet the man’s leg and calf. The man then put his right hand on my chest. I moved, and the scene changed. $F4 was to the northwest of me, and he moved to the bed where i was. One of my relatives was standing on the northern side of the room. I felt awkward being close to the men here, thinking that $F71 would be hurt, but i let $F4 lay on the bed next to me, to the east of me. I stayed still, but i let him roll over so that his right shoulder and arm were across my chest. It felt very comfortable sleeping with him like this. I was then aware that my mother was in the room to the west. I thought that she would not mind if i cuddled with someone like this. $F4 moved his left hand near my right hand, and i interlocked our fingers. I felt very comfortable being with him here.

I felt anxious as i hurried to the west, down the large open corridor of the school building. I had come here do to something, but something was happening here. The children in the halls were nervous about something. I moved to the west with them, stopping at the western end of the hallway. I looked back to the east. The children were lined up across the corridor behind me, staring at something to the west. They seemed nervous about something. They seemed to be in late elementary school or early middle school. Some adults were still standing on the northern side of the wide gray hall to the east of the students. Some dogs were moving around the corridors with them. The dogs then started fighting with each other. They growled and ran to the west. I thought that we should stop the dogs before they ran down the corridor to the west. I was actually standing on a landing that was a little lower than the gray stone corridor. The lighting was dim in the corridor, and the walls and floor were smooth gray. The walls were medium gray and the floor was a little bit lighter gray. A set of two or three stairs led up to the edge of the corridor where the children were standing. I then noticed the dogs above us. Looking up, i could see a railing above the children that ran along the edge of the second-floor corridor. The two dogs argued with each other as they ran to the south along the corridor and then started down the short flight of stairs along the southern wall of the room i was in. Children were standing across the bottom of the stairs to block the dogs. They intended to keep the arguing dogs separate by standing in their way. The German shepherd stopped on the stairs, looking over the railing to the north. The children just stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring to the west. Something was happening to the west, and i thought that the others were coming. I ran back down the corridor to the east. We had to prepare the area for when the others came. Someone was doing something in a small room on the southern side of the hall. I ran toward the room, thinking that it was a place where we could hide. The woman was crouching down over the entrance to the room, which seemed to be a rectangular space set into the southern wall. It was only a meter and a half tall and was featureless, like the rest of the corridor. The woman was doing something to cover the entrance of the space so that the invaders would not know it was there. I reached the space and started to crawl in. I was inside a large rectangular bag of white cloth. An opening on the top of the southern side of the bag led to the other area. I crawled to the southern side of the bag and started crawling through the tube. It was rather narrow, but i knew that the cloth was thin enough and stretchy enough that we could pull it around me. I lay on my back with my head to the south, pulling the cloth over my upper body. I felt frustrated that it seemed difficult.

I was running with $G4, and i seemed to have set the trail through this area. We ran through the low bushes and trees of the flat area. A large white building seemed to be near us. It seemed to be a resort. I ran to the northeast, heading around the side of the large round open pit. The pit had no vegetation in it, and the bottom was rounded so that one could easily run down to the center and them back up the sides. I reached the eastern side of the recessed area and then turned west. Others were following me. I ran down the steep incline on the eastern side of the bowl and then up the western side. I wondered if the dirt on the eastern side of the recession was unstable and would start to slide into the hole if too many people ran down into the pit. I knew that the trail simply crossed the area and came up the western side. I turned to look at the southern and southeastern rim. The others were following me. $F57 was the first one to follow. I thought that the others might actually run around the rim of the area to get to the western side. I ran up the western side and came out into a large field, which seemed to be a golf course. The lawn was covered with bright green grass, and a large white resort building was far to the south of us. We seemed to be near the northern end of the narrow strip of lawn, which ran to the south. A paved path ran up the eastern side of the area and then along the northern side. I slowed to a walk as i entered the area, noticing a small oddly shaped gray patch in the center of the asphalt path to the southwest of me. As i walked, i was aware of $F57 jogging up behind me. I watched the patch, noticing that it was actually a large gray bird sitting on a white and gray patch of something. The bird faced northeast, and it had an oddly shaped body. Its head was rounded, and it had a long heavy bill that was wider at the tip than i the middle. I watched the bird as we walked to the west, across the northern edge of the grass. The bird was now more of a small dinosaur. It was not a real animal but seemed to be more of a cartoon drawing of a small tyrannosaur. It had a rounded head with a square nuzzle, and it stood erect. Someone tossed something to it, but it did not seem to want to play catch. It moved with disinterest toward the object that had been thrown, but it did not seem to want to get it. Someone then threw another object. The animal again did not seem very interested. I then noticed the bright purple and green toy to the east of me on the ground. It had a rounded light-green body with a bright purple band. The band had a flat part on one side, which seemed to be shaped like a fake paw. It looked similar to the toy dinosaur. I picked it up and tossed it toward the creature. The creature now seemed more interested in the object, but the object did not land on the ground. Instead, the object seemed to bounce and then float. The dinosaur seemed excited and started chasing the object. The green object hovered a moment to the east of the creature and then bounced to the northeast. I was glad that the creature was preoccupied and would not bother us.

I was doing something in the office, which seemed to be my mother’s office. She was somewhere to the south of me. I felt anxious, trying to get something done. I had several folders in my left arm, and i picked up something from the table, which seemed to be a pie or a cake. I turned several directions, thinking that i had to do something, but i was not sure what i had to do. I had to wipe my hands because something from the cake had gotten on me. I finally turned to the northeast and headed toward the door of the office. I thought that i would go to the supply cabinet to get some paper towels. As i reached the door, some of the people to the south of me asked me what i was doing. I told them that i was going to get some tissues. I then realized that i could have gotten the tissues from the cabinet that was in the office. I was not really looking for tissues, though. My mother commented on the tissues, and said that i was probably going to get the rolled tissues. I knew that this was correct, and i carried the box of food and the folders out of the office to the north. I moved around in the small rooms, not sure what to do. A man was then with me. He seemed to be the boss here. I did not trust him, so i tried to ignore him as i got what i needed. I then realized that i should cut the large muffin that i had with me. I started slicing the muffin into four sections. To my disappointment, the muffin seemed to deflate when i cut it. I hoped that it would fluff back up once it was in smaller pieces. I offered one of the pieces to the man in the tan business suit. He seemed eager to have a piece.

12017 March 05

I moved to the south, along the eastern side of the strip mall. The mall was an empty building to the west of me, and it seemed to be made of plain gray cement. A large open parking lot was to the west of me. I said something to the other person. Something seemed out of place here. The parking lot was mostly empty, but a cluster of cars seemed to be on the southern side to the east of us. I referred to the building to the west, thinking that something was happening there that i had to do something about. I then focused on the two dumpsters on the southern side of the parking lot to the south of us. A man was moving between the dumpsters. He came to the north of the western dumpster and started pulling things from it. I thought that he might be looking for something in the dumpster. He seemed skinny and ragged, so i thought that he might be homeless. Something was strange about him, though. I was now on the southern side of the building. I had just come out the metal door in the building, but i could not go back in. I felt wary of the man by the dumpster, thinking that he was a zombie. I looked at him as i walked slowly to the east, toward the front side of the building. The man was very thin, and his muscled seemed tight and unnatural. I thought that some flesh must have been missing around his torso. His skin also seemed to be an unnatural red color. He noticed me and stared for a moment. I felt nervous. I could not run back to the door to the office now, which was to the south of me. I would have to lead the man away so that he did not know here the office was. I headed to the east, into the parking lot. The other people were still doing something on the southern side of the lot, so i thought that they could distract the man long enough for me to get back to the office unnoticed. I headed into the crowd. I thought about how i could get back into the office. Something then changed, and i was standing at the back door of the office, which seemed to be to the west of the building. $A675 was standing to the southeast of me, near the building. I was talking to him about something, and i did not seem happy about the conversation. He was telling me something, but i did not really care about the information. I felt uncomfortable. When he finished, i moved toward the metal door, which was in the wall to the east of me. $A675 was still talking about something, but i said something to try to end the conversation. I pressed the buttons on the keypad to the north of the door. It seemed that the code was 36. As i pulled open the door, it now seemed to be later. Something had shifted, and i thought that it was much later in time. Two oval stickers were on the door near the handle. The pink one at the top said 36, and the blue one under it said 56. I knew that these were the two door codes for the keypad, and i wondered why people would put the codes on the stickers. I started to go through the door, but i stopped just inside the doorway and looked down at the two stickers. I decided that the door codes should not be listed so obviously, so i grabbed the edges of the sticker and tore off what i could. I could not get the entire sticker off, but i got enough off to remove the codes. I walked into the small entryway inside. The cement room seemed to be a stairwell. People came from the south. They were dressed in fancy costumes. This seemed out of place here. I watched them as they walked to the north, passing me on the west. I then walked to the south, coming into the large office. The room seemed mostly empty, with a large table on the eastern side of the room, to the south and southeast of me. A man and a woman stood on the eastern and southern sides of the southeastern corner of the table. Another woman was i the room to the west. She was $A643. She stood on the southern side of a dark desk that was on the southern side of the room. I asked about the people in costume, wondering what they were doing in our office. The woman to the southeast said that they were here for the rave. This seemed strange. I asked about the rave, wondering why it would be happening in the middle of the day. I thought that the people were in the downstairs office. The others then commented on the rave. I said that i did not remember ever being at a rave before midnight. Someone else had started talking, though, and i did not think that anyone had heard me. When the others stopped talking, i repeated the statement. It seemed strange that a rave would be happening in the middle of the day. I turned to the west and started talking to $A643. Something seemed wrong with the situation here. I realized that the room around her was very empty. Something had happened, and i felt concerned that the office was not doing well. I asked $A643 some questions on it. She answered, but did not seem to give me enough information to answer the questions. I still felt that i did not know what was going on. I felt worried that the office was so empty. I seemed to be one of the only people working here. Nervous, i turned to the north and headed back into the other room. I entered through a doorway in the western end of the southern wall. The room was empty, and i suddenly felt very sad. The office had been emptied. I worried that the company had gone out of business. I felt my eyes start to water at the idea. I moved to the south, thinking that this was not right. I then thought that $A675 had something to do with this. This seemed to have something to do with a time shift. I moved to the north. I focused on a doorway in the northern end of the western wall. Through it, i could see another door in the northern wall of the small room to the west. I knew that this door led outside. I moved through the second door and came out of the building. Another part of the building continued to the north of me, and i was standing to the east of it. Just to the north, the glass entrance to the building had an overhanging gray plastic shape. Thin metallic lines curved across the overhang. This place was a bus stop. I had to get to it, but i knew that this was not the same time period that i had been in. I had shifted time again. I had to shift time to do something about the office. As i approached the entrance to the bus terminal, i looked at my watch, which was on my left wrist. It had a white face and brown hands in a gold-like casing. Something seemed strange about the time. The minute hand was near the ten. A woman then came out of the bus station to the north of me. She wore a long wool coat. As i moved toward her, i asked her if she knew the time. She was carrying a dark-green box in her right arm. It seemed fuzzy, like her wool coat. She turned it so that i could see the red digital numbers on the black screen. I thought about the numbers. I said that my watch was only ten minutes off. When i thought about this, it seemed strange. I had come to a different time period when i had left the office. I had jumped in time to fix something that $A675 had done. It was strange that i had reentered the timeline only ten minutes off. I thought that i must have entered a different day at roughly the same time of day that i had left. I then wondered what i was supposed to do here. I had to fix something. Was i really in the past, or did i move to the future? I was not sure what i should do or what was happening.

12017 March 06

I was looking at the screen to the north of me, watching the scenes from the DVDs i was previewing. I was trying to sort the DVDs, and i was watching small clips from several of the videos. The large screen was on the wall, and i was looking slightly up at it as i flipped through the videos. Several of the scenes seemed to have close up shots of people. One had a person wearing blue. I then noticed a scene with a woman in white against a black background. The scene was very striking, and i was interested in it as i switched to another DVD scene. I was sitting on the western side of a large theater, and i suddenly realized that the room to the east of me was filled with people. I could not see them, and they seemed to be at a lower level than i was, but i knew that they were there. They were watching the scenes on the screen. I switched back to the woman in white. The camera was filming her from above her head, and she was looking up dramatically into the lens. She had long flowing black hair that hung over her shoulders. The background behind her was very black, and she stood out against it. I knew that it was a scene from an opera. I thought that it was $F71’s favorite opera, but i had not yet seen it. I became conscious of the audience, and felt awkward for playing the videos on the main screen where everyone could see what i was flipping through. They did not know who was playing the DVDs, but i thought that they must be annoyed by the constant switching between different scenes. I let the opera scene run for a little while, and then i stopped the video. I turned off the videos that i had been sorting through. The screen on the white wall to the north went black. The audience was quiet for a moment, but then they started murmuring. They had been watching the changing scenes as if it were a show, and now they must be wondering what had happened to the scenes. I wondered what i should do. Showing the short scenes seemed like showing small skits, and i was reminded that cinemas used to run cartoon shorts before the main screenings of many movies. Someone then asked for Looney Tunes. I thought that we should play a short cartoon to keep the audience happy. I stared playing a video that $A103 had left. The text appeared on the screen, with a logo to the left of it. The logo was white and looked like the silhouette of a biplane that was heading toward the viewer. I knew that this tape was a compilation of cartoons that $A103 made. I then realized that he might have downloaded the cartoons from the internet and made the compilation without permission. I wondered if he would mind that i was showing it. I hoped that he did not get in trouble for it. Music was playing, and the logo of the airplane tipped so that the wings were at a fourty-five degree angle to level, with the left wing dropping. The credits then went away. It seemed that Porky Pig had something to do with the credits. A scene of an airplane then showed up. The film was in black and white, and it was cartoonish, though it was of a man dressed in a bird costume. He was piloting the airplane, which actually looked like a car, though most of it could not be seen in the scene. The camera showed the left side of the plane where two car-like doors were. The driver’s window was open, and the man who was playing the bird stuck his head out. Wind blew past the window to give the effect of flying. The view then moved to the side of the airplane, and the back door of the vehicle was now open. We could see a row of seats inside, which looked like the back of a military helicopter. A man was sitting on the bench seat at the rear of the compartment, but he had said something that seemed to upset the others on the airplane. The pilot stood up. He wore a dark uniform, which looked like a 1930s postal uniform. His hat seemed like a train engineer’s hat, and it seemed green, even though the picture was black and white. He was a man in all features, except for his face, which had a yellow beak over his nose and feathered features around his eyes. He stepped outside of the airplane and grabbed the man in the back compartment who had said something. He pulled the man out of the airplane and let him fall out of sight. This was a comedy moment. The scene then changed abruptly to the inside of the airplane. The back compartment now had old metal desks along the eastern and western walls, and the view was looking north into the rear compartment of the airplane. The pilot now walked across the compartment with his hands held behind his back. He stood tall, and we knew that he was the boss of the office. The eastern and western walls of the compartment seemed to curve into the floor and ceiling. Two desks were against the eastern wall, and Kermit the Frog was sitting on the northern side of the southern desk, facing southeast. He was doing something at the desk. He seemed to be a reporter, and this place seemed to be a newspaper office. As the boss walked toward him and said something, Kermit shifted position so that he was to the east of the northern side of the desk. He responded to the pilot. His voice was lower and more resonant that i was used to. I realized that this was probably a very early cartoon with Kermit, so it must have had a different voice actor reading his lines. I was used to the voice of Jim Henson. Kermit and the pilot discussed the job. The pilot said a word that seemed out of place, and then Kermit repeated it. I realized that they were mentioning the name of a creature from Star Wars. It was supposed to be some kind of joke. The scene focused in on the boss as he turned to the west and started walking back across the room. He turned suddenly back toward Kermit, looking over his left shoulder with his shoulders slightly hunched and said a different word, which was also a reference to Star Wars. This was some kind of joke, and it ended the scene. It seemed out of place, though, because the scene seemed very old, and i knew that Star Wars had only started in the seventies. I stood up. I was now on the eastern side of the theater in the main audience. I still had the controls in my hands to change the videos. I was aware of a man to the southwest of me, one row behind me. He said something to me, and he looked at the controls in my hands. He must have realized that i was the one controlling which movie would be shown on the screen. I started to move my things to the west, pushing them down the row of seats where i was. There did not seem to be many people sitting around us, but i knew that the audience was full.

12017 March 07

I was on the bus with my mother, sitting on the eastern wall of the bus with my mother to the south of me. The bus was heading to the north. My mother talked to me, and i felt that i had to defecate. I sat for a moment, responding to my mother, but then i decided that i should use the bathroom in the back of the bus. I stood up, noticing that two doors were in the eastern wall of the bus, just to the north of where we were. Several people were waiting in line by the doors. It seemed that there had been no line a moment ago, but then everyone had to use the bathrooms at the same time. I stood in the line to wait with the others. I then realized that the door on the northern side was open. The doors now seemed to be at slight angles to the main wall. The area where the doors were was recessed into the eastern wall of the bus, and each door was tipped slightly toward the other. I motioned toward the northern-most door and asked the people if the bathroom was open. A young man moved out of the bathroom, but no one moved in. Someone said something about the bathroom, and it seemed like the young man had made a mess in the toilet of the northern bathroom. I walked into the northern room, which seemed to be a very small room. The young man was looking for something, and i started looking through the things on the northern side of the room to help him. I was then to the north of myself, watching myself reach over the back of the seat to look for something in the trunk of the vehicle. I was sitting in the back seat of the car, which looked like a station wagon. I lifted several things in the trunk, but did not find what the man was looking for. I was then standing to the north of the trunk, standing on the ground outside the vehicle and leaning into the open back window of the car. The engine of the bus then started. I realized that i had to get back into the bus before i was left behind. I looked up at the bus. I was facing the front of the bus, and the trunk that i was looking through was on the eastern side of the front of the bus. On the western side of the front was a booth where the driver sat. I could see him through the glass of the windshield. I moved around to the passenger’s side of the vehicle and opened the door. I climbed into the small cabin, which seemed to be the front of the bus. I climbed over the passenger’s seat of the cabin but then realized that there were no doors back into the main part of the bus. I asked the driver how i could get back to the bus. He said that i would have to leave the bus and walk around to the western side. I felt disappointed that i would have to do this.

I ran to the east with other members of $G4, passing through the dense forested area. The vegetation between the trees seemed very tall, and it seemed to be mostly ferns that came up to our chests. We had run in this area before, and i tried to remember where we had gone. I chatted with some of the other $G4 as we ran. $F57 jogged past me, passing me on the south. He was on the southern edge of the ferns, and he turned to the southeast as he went. I remembered that we had been this way before and had turned to the south to head through a different part of the forest. I felt very good, thinking that this run was very fun. I was walking quickly now, trying to see where we were supposed to go. I thought that $F57 might simply be running ahead to look for trail. I knew that we had turned to the south the last time we were on the trail, and i remembered that $F58 liked this trail. I looked back to the west, seeing $F58 walking with a man. The man was to the north of her, and she had turned to chat to the man. I then turned my attention back to the north and northeast, looking at the others slowing to a walk in the area of tall grass. I looked back to the south. $F57 had continued running, crossing the strip of bare ground and heading into the tall grass to the south. I decided to follow him and started jogging into the tall green reeds. I felt glad to be here. I was having fun. $F57 was climbing over the limbs of a large fallen tree. I started to follow him over the branches, stepping carefully on the smooth gray limbs. I felt uncertain about walking on the limbs. I then realized that we were actually crossing a deep trench. The vertical walls of the trench were made of stone, and the flat bottom of the trench was flat. The tunnel seemed to be an old water channel, but it was not that long. The branches seemed to be wedged across the channel. Some of the lower branches must have been spanning the channel, but the upper branches, where $F57 was climbing, ran the length of the channel. I felt nervous about going on the branches, thinking that they were unstable. $F57 stepped on a long plank that ran along the southern side of the channel, and the board tipped to the west. He backed off of the board and tried to find another way down into the channel. I moved carefully over the branches, trying to figure out how to safely climb down into the stone channel. I carefully climbed through the branches, making my way to the ground below. Others were now starting to climb down around me. I had been wearing a backpack, but i had to take it off and put it on one of the flat planks to the south of me so that i could climb down. The plank was at my chest level. I held on to the western end of the plank as i stepped down to the ground. When i reached the ground, i reached up and grabbed my things. I took my bag, but my mug was missing. I felt annoyed and asked the people around me where it was. $A9 had taken my mug and was moving to the west. I felt angry with him. I knew that he would try to do something with my mug. I ran after him, feeling that i wanted to hit him.

12017 March 12

I moved around in the small apartment. I was getting ready to go to lunch with the man who was with me. He seemed like $A713. I felt a little nervous, knowing that i was having lunch with $F71. I had agreed to go to lunch with $A713 without telling him that $F71 would be at the restaurant with us. I thought that i would have to tell $A713. I hoped that he would not be upset. I thought that he might think that we would be going to the restaurant ourselves. I had been heading to the south through the house, but i turned around and walked back to the north, down the corridor, which seemed to be on the western side of the building. Someone was talking, and i told the waiter that $F71 would be joining us. I was then at the end of the corridor, standing in the doorway to the small bedroom. $A713 was sitting on the northern side of a small square table to the north of me. He seemed surprised at what i had said. I would have to tell him that $F71 was supposed to be with us, and i had know that he would be coming to the lunch, but i had forgotten to tell $A713 when i made plans with him. I felt awkward, and i realized that i was just thinking about this situation. I had not yet told $A713. I was still wondering how i should tell him. I headed back down the hallway to the south, realizing that i still had to do something. I looked at the small ticket in my right hand as i walked back to the north. It was a bus ticket, and it was about the size of a clothing tag. I now seemed to be in a larger public building, and i knew that the bus terminal was at the northern end of the hall. The section of hall i walked through had dark-gray simulated-stone walls. The middle section of the corridor seemed to be unlighted, but light shined down the hall from the north, from large windows and the glass door in the northern wall. As i reached the northern end of the hallway, i noticed a small white sign on the eastern wall that said that the next bus to Atlanta was at seven p.m. This surprised me. It was mid afternoon, and i thought that i would be able to catch a bus within the next hour. I felt confused, and looked at the ticket i had. A service window was in the eastern wall. I asked the man when the next bus would be, and he confirmed that it was not until the evening. Annoyed, i turned and headed back to the south. I was in the apartment again. I wondered what i could do. I still had to pack my things. As i came to a corner in the western wall, i turned to look behind me. The corner was actually a small cupboard, and the door was now open. I remembered the cabinet being there, but i wondered if i had really remembered or if this was a surprise to me. The cabinet had glass shelfs and a reflective back wall. Few items seemed to be on the shelfs. $A713 came around the corner from the north, turning in front of me, and reached into the cabinet to grab some of his things. I knew that this was where he had kept his things. He then seemed like $A437. He had been staying here, but he was now cleaning up to leave. I turned to the south and looked at my ticket again. The bus ticket was small, but i realized that it unfolded. I opened it up and looked at the right side of the ticket. It was a ticket for a specific seat on a specific bus. The bus left at 11:48 in the morning. I was disappointed. My mother had purchased the ticket for me, and i had not thought to check to see if the ticket was for a specific bus or just for a ride in general. I felt upset as i continued to the south. I started explaining the ticket to someone. I felt bad and wondered what i should do. I wondered if i could exchange the ticket for a newer one. I knew that i would have to pay a fee. I was not sure what to do.

12017 March 13

I drove the car to the north, along the eastern shore on the southern side of the long lake. I was talking with the other person about getting to work. I looked to the west, at the lake. We seemed to be driving a boat along the shore now, but rocky cliffs blocked my view of the lake. We were actually heading down a narrow gorge with vertical cliffs of brown rock. We had to take the boat up the lake, but i was not sure that these channels led all the way up the lake. I wondered if we were going the correct way. I kept looking to the west, noticing glimpses of the lake through cracks in the cliffs. We had to get back to the open lake. I said something to the others about how we could get back to the lake. The man said that we should go to Rio and then cross over. We were standing in a room now, and i was to the south of the others. I did not quite understand what the man was talking about. I told the others that we had to go north on the lake until we hit the part where the lake curved. Then we could cross over to the northwest. I looked down at the map that was between us. The white map showed the long lake, which had a section just south of the middle where the long lake curved a little to the west before continuing to the north. I had thought that we could travel up the eastern shore to the lower end of the curve and then cross the lake to the northwest. This would take us directly to the delta where the park was. I then noticed a large river running from the northeast. IT entered the lake near the curve on the eastern shore, where i had talked about turning. Many other black lines crisscrossed the area, but the river was wide enough that it was formed with two black lines and a white space in the middle. The river had the label “Rio” over it. It was the river that the man had been talking about. The man was standing to the north-northeast of me. I told him that his directions were essentially the same as mine. I then looked up to the north. The woman moved to the east of me as we looked at the stars. There was something about the stars that we needed to remember. I looked more to the northwestern sky. There were some stars there that we had to remember. As i looked, the cluster of stars seemed to be marked with a green glow.

We were in the store on the western side of the street. I talked with the woman about catching the bus. We had to get back on the bus to head to the north. I could then see the front of the store to the north of me. I was standing on the city street, and the street seemed to form a Y just to the east of the store. The sidewalk in front of the store widened and was formed of tan paving stones. I talked with the woman about the bus. I could see the bus to the northeast of us, on the city street that was the eastern part of the Y. It was facing north. I thought that we should probably catch the bus. I was now standing on the northwestern corner of a city block. My mother had gone into the store to the south of me, on the eastern side of the street. The intersection to the north of me no longer seemed to be a Y. The main street that i was on ran to the north, and the other street ran to the east a little before turning to the north. A third street then ran to the south-southeast from where the second street turned to the north. The store i had been in was set back from the short part of the second street. I called to my mother, saying that the bus was here. I had to get my things together. I moved a little to the south, into the small paved opening in front of the store. I bent over to put my pants on. I had a pair of stretchy blue jeans, and i was hurriedly trying to get them on my legs. I felt rushed. I then realized that i was actually not wearing any underwear at the moment. I felt a little uneasy, thinking that i should not be naked in the city. I moved to the south a little to get out of sight of others. I then noticed the animal walking toward me from the east. I was standing in the square to the north of the store again, and the animal was entering the square from between the cement planters that ran along the eastern edge. I realized that the animal was a tan cougar. I felt nervous. I looked to the south. The double glass doors of the store were closed. The doors had brass frames. I knew that my mother was inside the store, where she would be safe, but i then worried that the animal would try to attack me. I stood up and looked to the north. The animal was now sitting on the ground near me. It had a smaller cub to the west of it. The cougar seemed to be stalking me. I felt nervous and thought that i should head into the store. If i turned to run, though, the animal would come after me. I had to be careful. I started backing toward the store, and the animal followed me.

12017 March 17

I left the others and headed to the south east, down the narrow road that ran between the large houses. The houses were not aligned with the street. They all seemed to be very large houses, and they faced different directions. The street curved slightly around the houses as it made its way to the southeast. I knew that it was heading toward the large house that $A646 had mentioned before. I knew that the mansion was on the southeastern tip of the island that i was on. I thought that i would recognize it once i saw it from the road. A large white house was just to the north of the road now, and i walked past it. As i came around the eastern side of the building, i noticed the overhanging portico on the front. The house seemed very modern, but the portico was supported by what appeared to be Greek striated columns. The area under the portico was covered with square tan cement paving tiles, and bushes and well-trimmed gardens surrounded the tiles. I walked under the portico for a moment, looking at the large blue pine tree that was being projected onto the front of the house. At first, it looked like Christmas lights, but then i noticed that the entire tree was blue and glowing. It was some kind of projection that illuminated the front of the house. As i stared at the large tree, a man came out the front door of the house and stared at me questioningly. I nodded to him, saying that i was looking at the tree. I complemented him on the tree as i started to back away. I then looked down at my right foot as i stepped over something that was on the ground. It seemed to be at the seam between the paving tiles and the asphalt of the road. I heard the door of the house beep as i lifted the weight of the foot off of the object. I felt uncomfortable, thinking that i was intruding on the man. I backed up and turned to leave. I continued to the southeast, looking for the house that i was thinking about. The house should be on the southeastern corner of the island at the end of the road. The road to the southeast now seemed to open up into a cul-de-sac. I could not see the house at the moment, but i knew that i would recognize it by the brown lawn and sparse gardens. I pictured the terraced stone walls and the pine shrubbery spaced out across a mostly open rock garden. I was aware of the house to the southwest of me now. It was to the south and a little to the east of the house i had been looking at. It was on the southern side of the road, and it also faced east. It was a large white house. As i turned to the southeast and started across the round cul-de-sac, i seemed to be in the front room of the house. The room was very large, and i felt impressed with its size. The tall white walls seemed very plain, though multipane windows stretched up them. I looked around the house, wondering what i should do. I was then aware of the butler to the west of me. He wore a black suit and tie. I thought that i should not linger here, so i continued wandering toward the exit door in the middle of the eastern wall. I then looked up toward the ceiling. I was under a square spiraling staircase. It seemed blue in hue, and the openings on the upper floors were smaller than the ones on the lower floors. Everything seemed very nice. The man asked me if i wanted a tour of the house. I really wanted to go to the other house, but i stopped just to the southwest of the door to speak with the man. He was to the southeast of me. He leaned forward slightly and smiled as he spoke. He said that i should climb the tube. I looked up again, noticing a small tube extending down from the ceiling. It seemed to have a fabric structure, and the tan fabric had black spots that looked like a leopard’s coat. I thought that the tube was for the servants to climb, and i felt as though he was challenging me to climb the tube. I wondered if he thought that i could not do it. I reached into the mouth of the tube, noticing tan straps running up the eastern wall. They looked like handgrips. They must be for climbing. I wondered if i could actually climb the tube, and then i thought that i might get stuck in the tube. I wondered why the man wanted me to climb the tube. I then realized that only the lower class would use the tube, so the man must have been implying that i was not of a good enough class. I asked him why i would climb the tube. I did not really want to go to the upper levels of the house. I did not want to seem as though i was backing down from the man’s challenge. I asked him where i would be going to if i climbed. He smiled at me in a patronizing way. I felt uncomfortable by him, and i rephrased my question, asking where i would get off on the tube. I asked if i was only going to the first floor. I was not really interested in climbing, though, and did not want to placate the man.

12017 March 18

I thought that we had to catch the train, so i headed to the south, leaving the other person in the building. He was still coming, but he was doing something. I opened the glass door on the southern side of the large old city building and headed out into the street. We were in the middle of a large city. It was overcast out, and the gray tall buildings around us crowded the narrow city street. People were standing in front of the doorway to the building. I thought that they were waiting for the train as well. I looked to the south, down the street. A blue train or bus was heading toward us. I called back to the other person, telling him that the bus was coming. The bus then drove past the people on the sidewalk without slowing down. I felt anxious, thinking that we might miss our train. I headed to the south, across the street. I wondered if the train we were looking for might actually stop on the other side of the street. I then thought that the train that passed the people might be the train we want, but it would not stop here until it turned around and came down the southern side of the street. I walked into the building on the southern side of the street. The others around me were sitting in small cars, which seemed to be part of a carnival ride, like a roller coaster. The square white cars were facing west, and they were full of people. I also seemed to be on one of the cars in the small train. The train then started moving to the west. It turned to the south on the western side of the room, circling back to the east along the curved walls. We seemed to be in a wide spiral staircase. Someone then mentioned Kong. I thought that he was talking about the large movie prop that was in the area. I looked out the large multipane windows in the southern wall. The sky was yellow and orange to the south, and it created brown and black silhouettes of the city buildings. I noticed a rounded figure among the buildings. It must be Kong. I started to wonder if it was real. I could only see the top of Kong’s head, so i was not really sure. The coaster headed to the east and then turned back to the north to circle around to the west again. The northern wall of the room was dark, and it was filled wind dingy windows that looked into the rooms to the north. People filled the windows from the offices, staring at us. They were all wearing costumes, which they must have thought were scary. They were trying to be scary, and they made noises as we started to the west again, this time descending to the next level. I heard one man say that we were going to hell in a faux-spooky voice. He was trying to be scary, but his comment seemed awkward and inappropriate, which made it more funny than scary. The coaster descended along the northern wall. The lower level now seemed to have tan mixed in with the darker colors of the northern wall. I thought about how the people in the costumes were really not that scary, but at least they tried to be.

I was lying on the couch in the upper bedroom of my grandmother’s house. The couch was against the southern wall of the room, and my head was to the east. $F1 was sitting on the eastern end of the couch, just off of my head. I was talking to him about something, and i swinged my hand over my head expressing something. I thought that i had hit $F1 on the head as i swinged my arm up. I felt bad for hitting him, and thought that i should not have done so. I lay on the couch for a moment, facing the back of the couch, and i thought that i should have told $F1 something. I felt guilty about something i had done. I then remembered that we had killed someone long ago. This seemed to make sense now. I had dreams about someone i had killed and buried near my parents’ house, but i now thought that it was really near my grandmother’s house. I thought that this was why i would wake up and the dreams would never make sense; i had the wrong location. I thought that we had killed a young boy from the neighborhood. We had buried him in the woods near the railroad tracks. I pictured a worn path running north to south through the tall weeds that were just to the south of the tracks. The body was to the west of the path. I then thought that we must have used a shovel from my grandmother’s shed. This seemed to make more sense, and i tried to figure out how we had done it. I thought about what happened, but now it started not to make sense either. I could remember the fact that we did murder someone, but i could still not remember any of the details. I wondered if it was real or even possible.

12017 March 22

I was talking to the small group of people in the middle of the open area when i noticed the movement to the southeast. I looked up to see two people getting out of a small enclosure. They seemed strangely proportioned and low to the ground. One man was on the back of another, but the lower man seemed to be lying on his belly on the ground. The man on the bottom seemed to be $A506. He started pulling himself to the north, dragging his lower body with his arms. He had his arms mostly straight. I wondered what was wrong with his legs. The man on top now seemed to be $F13. They started moving past us to the east. I noticed $A506’s feet just behind $F13. $A506 was wearing a white T-shirt and running shorts, and he had on a pair of white sneakers. $F13 was sitting on $A506’s lower back with his legs folded along the sides of $A506’s body. $F13 was wearing a similar pair of running shorts, but he did not have a shirt on. It seemed strange that $A506’s legs were so short. It looked like a growth defect. I wondered if he had always been this way. I then remembered that he was as tall as i in the past. I pictured him standing up. Something must have happened to make his legs so short. They only seemed to be a half-meter long. I then realized that $A506 was actually pulling himself through water, and $F13 was riding on his back. I thought that $A506’s legs might actually be folded under the water where i could not see them. I looked to the south of them, noticing the other darker object that was following them in the water. It seemed to be an alligator. They seemed to be leading the alligator to the north. I worried that the animal would catch up to them, but they seemed to stay ahead of it. They turned to the east and headed to the car, which was sitting on the ground. As they stood up, i was relieved to see that $A506 did have his full legs; i just could not see them in the water. They seemed to head into the open door of the car. The large lizard followed. The others around me started talking about the alligator, saying that it might get the others. The alligator climbed into the car through the back door. The two men had walked through the car and crossed into the front seat. They were trying to lure the alligator back into the car. The head of the lizard turned to look around the eastern end of the back seat. The lizard seemed to be behind the back seat, where it should be, but it was now looking forward into the back seat. The two men would have to secure the alligator before it got loose in the car. A small furry black dog now hopped into the back seat to help. As the head of the alligator turned in profile, i noticed that the short snout was wrapped in plastic wrap. The shape of the lizard’s face did not seem to be of a crocodile. I told the others around me that i thought that the animal was actually a gila monster. One of the people in front of me disagreed. I watched the animal as it crawled around the eastern end of the seat and started heading back to the west across the back seat. It reached its short arms up to its snout to pull at the plastic wrap. The others had to get control of it quickly or it would be dangerous. The small dog hopped to the side of the animal, trying to control it. I worried that the small dog was too close to the alligator. The alligator pulled the plastic from its mouth and opened its short narrow snout. Its head was tipped down as it sat erect in the car. The dog backed to the south of the animal, and the alligator opened its mouth, trying to grab the dog. The scene then changed, and i was looking to the north at the two animals. The large alligator was sitting on the western seat of the car, and the dog was in the eastern seat. The dog seemed to be at he head level of the alligator. The tan alligator shook its head as if clearing its vision. It then opened its mouth and turned to eat the dog. The alligator’s head then came off and moved to the west, out of view. Someone said something about the alligator being decapitated by the machine. No blood seemed to come out, but the seat behind the lizard was now stained with a brown smear.

12017 March 23

I was thinking about the man who had seen the shooting. I was standing in the large room of the building. Glass walls ran to the east of me, and i knew that the man had seen the shooting. I knew that it would be dangerous for him. The killer would notice him and try to shoot him as well. The killer was somewhere to the southeast. I stood in the center of the room, reviewing the scene as i moved through it. It was after office hours, and the man was still in the large room of the building. I watched him close up the door in the center of the eastern wall. I knew that the killer was already outside, to the southeast on the city street. The office was on the first floor of the city building. The northern, eastern, and southern walls were glass, and the center of the large rom was filled with desks. A metal balcony seemed to run around the perimeter of the room on the second floor. I was aware of the killer, and i closed the blinds on all of the windows so that no one could see in. It now seemed that the killer had already shot someone. The office was dark now. I moved to a window in the middle of the southern wall. I pulled apart the slats in the blinds so that i could see outside. The murder was just happening, and the killer knew that i had seen the shooting. I realized that he could easily shoot at me through the glass. I backed away from the window, but the killer had already seen me. He fired the gun at me, but he could not see me once the blinds were closed. I then realized that the glass in the windows was designed to be bullet proof. I stood and looked at the window for a moment. The bullets had hit the glass and seemed to form wide gray blotches on the glass. I knew that the killers would still come after me. I had to hide somewhere in the office. They would have to break in the door in the eastern wall. I moved to the west, now on the second floor. I stopped in front of the southern wall, in front of a blue wooden door. It seemed to be part of a cabinet in the southern wall. I fitted a small brass key into the lock and opened the door, thinking that the killers would not be able to find me. I then wondered why they would not notice the door in the wall. What was special about the door that i could hide behind it?

I sat at the table in the room, facing east and reading through the notes that i had written in the notebook. I was writing a novel, and i had taken many notes in the loose-leaf notebook that was on the table to the east of me. I looked at the writing on one of the pages. It was for a story that i had been working on, and it seemed to be the science-fiction book. I felt like i should finish the book. I felt uneasy, thinking that i should be working on the book more than i was. I felt that i had not done enough. Disheartened, i flipped through the pages of notes. He first section had a list of short sentences. IT was written in red ink, with an entry on every other line. I thought that the list was the list of characters in the book. I flipped forward a few pages, surprised at how many names were in the list. I must have kept track of every character, even the incidental ones. I felt anxious, feeling that i was not doing enough. I closed the book and moved to the west, heading into the middle of the room. I felt bad.

12017 March 24

I lifted the red sail on the small craft and tried to catch the wind. I seemed to be in a wide hallway with a polished floor. I thought that there was not enough wind to actually get the sailboat moving, but the skateboard that i was standing on started rolling to the north, down the hallway. I felt hopeful and turned the sail a little, trying to catch more wind. For a moment, i felt as though i was picking up speed, but then i slowed down again. Others in the hall now seemed to be moving on small skateboards with sails. I tried to adjust mine. The sail seemed like a very good idea on the skateboard, but i could not quite get it to work. I wondered if i had to tack to get up the hall. I turned the sail again, trying to catch more wind.

12017 March 25

I walked to the northwest, up the slope of the shallow hill to the grassy area. As i reached the edge of the area, i could see that the people were already setting up the chairs on the lawn in oval rings that faced roughly west-southwest. They were setting up for the music festival, and i was here to play something. I knew that the people would think that i was walking into the festival before the area was open, so i mentioned to a woman opening up a brown wooden chair that i was a performer. I wondered where i would be performing. I felt a little nervous, thinking that i did not really know any of the songs. I had not met the other person i would be preforming with, so i was not really sure what we were doing. I headed into the center of the large tent, which the chairs were now set up under. The tent seemed like an old white canvas circus tent. I felt nervous that i did not know what we were doing. I hoped that the other person knew what the show would be about. I turned to the southwest, walking through the lines of chairs toward the center of the tent. A large open area in the center of the tent was oval in shape, extending to the south. A man sat hunched on a small box on the northern end of the oval area. The floor under the tent was bare dry dirt. I walked up to the man, knowing that he was the other person i was supposed to perform with. I had my acoustic guitar in my right hand. He wore a button up shirt that had alternating thin stripes of light blue and dark blue. He sat up as i approached. He was Indian, with a narrow triangular face. He seemed short, and all of his features were small. He had fuzzy dark hair with a little bit of gray that was parted in the middle. The hair stuck out at the sides of his head a little. He also had a graying goatee. He smiled and greeted me. I felt nervous, and i asked him about the act. He said something about the music, mentioning a song. I thought that i knew it, and i started to play a major scale on the guitar. It seemed to be the theme song from an old show. I played the first five notes, backed up two notes, and then played to the end of the octave. He said something, and i was unsure if i was playing what he was talking about. I asked him if what i was doing was right, saying that i thought it went up then down then back up. I tried playing the scale again, but i missed a few notes near the top of the scale. I felt worried that i was not ready to perform in the show. I asked the man if he intended to play any of the music, thinking that i could provide back-up music. He smiled at me, now sitting to the south of me on a bench, and he said that he would not be playing any of the music. He said that he was here to give a lecture about science, and he wanted me to play the music. I was not sure what i should do, and i was not sure that i could play what he wanted me to play. I felt unsure, thinking that i had not been practicing in quite a while. The man then stood up and walked to the north. I remained on the bench, which was facing east. An old wooden table was to the west of me now, and a group of people was sitting to the west and southwest of me. I was sitting near the southern end of the table near me, and another table was just to the south of it, leaving a gap of about a meter and a half between them. One of the people then mentioned a name, asking the man if he would be ready for the show. I looked to the southwest, seeing $A212 sitting on the western bench of the table to the south. He wore tan and brown clothing, which looked like old Renaissance clothing. A woman in a dress with puffy shoulders sat just behind him. They were actors for the play that was going to happen. I looked at $A212, thinking that i should say hello to him. He did not look my way, thought. He also had something on his face and shoulders. It looked like a neck brace with metal supports running up the sides of his face. It was some kind of decorative mask. I could see his eyes, but he was watching things to the north of him. The metal of the mask seemed dark and bronze-like. I then realized that i knew a few of the actors here. I looked to the south, recognizing a young man. He looked like $A728, but i thought that he was $A565. I wanted to say hello to some of the actors. I had worked with many of them before. I felt unsure about the show i had to do, though, and i was distracted.

I was in the parking lot to the south of $P7, standing to the southeast of the building. IT was dark, and my parents were inside the building for a meeting. I wanted to go into the building, but i had to wait for them. I started doing something in the trunk of my car. I was standing to the south of the car as they came to me. They told me about the meeting that they had been to in the school. The meeting sounded fun, and it sounded like a reception. I wondered if it was really like an alumni event. My parents seemed to be dressed up, and i thought that the others in the building were also dressed up. As i talked to my parents, we were to the southwest of a wide wooden kiosk. The building seemed to be made of plywood, and it was set up to the southeast of the building, on the edge of the parking lot. I started to feel bad, thinking that the meeting was not just for parents. I thought that i could have gone to the reception, and i wanted to go. I wondered why i was not invited. My parents then said that they had to return to the reception. I stood alone near the entrance to the parking lot, looking to the west-northwest at the building. I wanted to join the party. I looked at the front of the building, and i realized that it looked different from what i remembered. It was dark, and i could barely see the building, but something about the building looked very modern. It seemed to be made of yellow stone with white trim. I thought that it should be old gray stone. I wondered if someone had redone the surface of the building. I looked near the center of the building, noticing that the tower did not quite look right. I wondered if they could have resurfaced the entire building. I then realized that the bell tower actually seemed to be farther back on the building than it should have been. The tower looked original, but the building in front of it looked too modern. I thought that an addition might have been added on to the front of the building, covering the old facade. I moved to the west, trying to get a better look. It was very hard to see the building in the dark, and i could not quite focus on it. The view seemed hazy or gray.

12017 March 28

I rolled over in the bed, which seemed to be near the northern wall of the darkened room. I was laying on my right side, facing west. The light from the red laser shined past me from the north. I felt cautious of it, thinking that i did not want it to shine on me. I rolled over, trying to move out of the light. I knew that someone might be watching where the laser fell, and i did not want the person to know that i was here. I was now facing east, and i could see the red light of the laser shining down on the covers of the bed just to the southeast of me, near my legs. I felt uncomfortable, and did not want it to shine on me. I rolled over to the west, looking to the north. I could see the small rounded box that was sitting on the windowsill to the north of the bed. The green laser light shined from a small hole on the eastern end of the southern side of the box. I moved north and picked up the box. It had a black plug coming out of the back of it, which seemed to run down the wall and into an outlet. The box was really some kind of bed clock. I was in a house that was not mine. I thought that this room belonged to $F1. I knew that i was not intruding on this room, though. The house was just to the east of my grandmother’s house, and it seemed that i could see my grandmother’s house. I looked at the book shelfs to the north of the bed. The alarm clock had been sitting on a shelf under the window, and another shelf was underneath it. The lower shelf seemed to be filled with books. I felt interested in the items on the shelf. I knew that they had belonged to $F1, but he had left the house. It seemed that my parents now owned the house. I moved to the north, no farther from the northern wall than i had been. I could hear the sound of music, and i thought that it might be from the alarm clock. I looked at the small black box, which had rounded corners. The music seemed to be coming from two black speakers: one on either side of the bed. As i moved closer to the shelfs, i could see several stereo components on different shelfs. A square black cassette player was on the lower shelf, to the west of the bed. I knew that it would not have much use any more. I wondered what i could do with the other things. I wanted to keep some of the items. I then started to feel uneasy, thinking that i should not just take these things. They used to belong to $F1. I felt bad about taking them as my own. I then thought that my parents had purchased this house, and all of this stuff had been left in it. My parents were to the west, near my grandmother’s house. I called to them, asking about the stuff in the bedroom. They said that they now owned everything. I thought that i would be able to take some of the things with me, but i still felt uneasy about it. I picked up a small piece of electronic equipment from a shelf to the north. It looked like a small mixing board. I knew that i could use it for music, but i still felt uncomfortable about taking things. I put it on the floor to the west of me, wondering if i should get a bag to put things in. I thought about a black plastic garbage bag. I was not sure what i should do. I turned to the south and walked into the other room. The long room was empty, and the creme-white walls seemed run down and worn. My parents were somewhere to the south. They were working on the house to fix it up. I thought about the things in the room to the north, but i still felt bad about taking them, even if my parents owned the things. I said this to my parents. The southern end of the room seemed to be open to the east in to another small room or hallway. A doorway on the eastern end of the southern wall led into the kitchen area. I headed to the south, opening a door and coming into a long rectangular room. The eastern wall of the room was covered with toys. I was surprised to see them. The wall looked like the display in an aisle of a store. I felt excited looking at the blue shiny plastic toys on the wall. $F1 must have had them on display. He must have collected certain toys. I looked over the things on the wall excited but not sure what to do. I did not want to start taking all of the toys here. I then noticed the red and blue robot boxers on the southern side of the wall. They were Rock ’Em Sock ’Em Robots. I thought that this was actually a rare toy, and i wanted to make sure that i kept it safe. Two people came into the room from the north. The man seemed awed by the toys as he walked to the south. He then grabbed one of the blue toys from the wall, saying that he would take it with him. I felt annoyed by this. I did not want him taking things from the house. I would have to make sure that no one took the things that i wanted to keep. I continued to the south, looking at the toys on the wall. I then spotted a small box on the table to the south. It had a Shogun Warrior in it. I could see the head of Raydeen sticking out the top, with the yellow beak that looked like a blade. Another toy was on the right-hand side of the white cardboard box, which had a diagonal support running from the upper left side to the middle right side. The Shogun Warrior was a small version, but i was still excited to see it. It was not common anymore. I then realized that the other action figure on the right side of the box was from the Micronauts. It seemed to be Bionical, the large robot. I would have to hold on to the box so that no one else took it. I looked at the table to the south, noticing several other action figures. The woman, who had entered the room with the man, walked up behind me as i looked at the things on the table. I noticed a rounded figure, which looked like a ball that was decorated to look like the Hulk. I told the woman about the toys on the table. I noticed several other pieces of Micronauts hanging on the wall to the south. I pointed to the small robot and told the woman that it was Acroyear. I knew that i had one already, so i was not interested in another. I wanted to collect the things that i did not have. I looked over several other superhero dolls that were on the table. I then noticed the bullet-shaped objects. The black one was to the table near the wall. It was open at the top, and it looked like some kind of vest. White lines ran down the front, looking like circuitry. I realized what it was, and i told the woman, who was now to the west of me, that it was a power vest for the Shogun Warriors. It fit over the tall dolls. A gray one was to the east of the first one. I felt excited about them. I looked down at the western end of the table, which now seemed to be near the western wall. A small rocket ship was on the table. I thought that it was part of the Micronauts collection, but then realized that it was not. I had one when i was young. It was a toy that did not belong with other sets. The ship had a long fuselage, with small triangular wings on both sides of the front end. The fuselage was a long tube, with wings extending from both sides near the back of the ship. The ends of the wings were flat, with round tubes on them. I thought that it was a plastic model. I would not want to keep something like that. I then noticed that the shelfs on the wall to the west were filled with plastic models. I told the woman that they were not worth saving, though i did like a few of them. I then noticed several other versions of the long space ship. $F1 must have had several of them. The first one i saw was white, but the one of the bottom shelf to the west was blue with red details. He had painted the same ship in many different ways. I saw a gold one on top of some other models. That was the one that i should keep. I walked slowly back to the north, thinking of how i could gather all of these things together and keep them.

I stood in the small room of the building. I was at college again. I had come back to school. I wondered why i had done this. I felt good about doing it, but i wondered if it would be any different the second time. I hoped that it would work, and i would be able to focus on my school work. I had always lost interest in the middle of a semester and never focused on my classes. I felt that i had wasted the time before. I hoped that this would be different. I felt worried about it as i stood with my back against the doorway to the south of me. The others were in the room to the northwest of me, but they were getting ready to leave. They turned to the west-northwest to leave through the doorway in the northern end of the western wall. $F46 was walking toward me from the east. She was coming down the hallway. I felt worried about my classes, not sure that i would be able to complete them this time. I looked at the metal object in my hand, saying something to $F46. She had something to do with the idea that the metal object represented. I tipped the sword down to the west of me and poked at the open books that were on the floor. I thought about the classes that i would take. I remembered that i would probably have trouble with chemistry, because that was the subject i studied so little of. I hoped that i could continue with my studies this time. I wanted to complete something like this.

12017 March 30

I stood in an area that seemed to be in a house. Things were stacked to the south and southeast of me. They seemed to be items from my house, like a refrigerator and boxes of kitchen supplies. It seemed strange that they would be stored here. The person to the northeast of me then started talking about the event. He said that it would be at the beginning of the month, and i wondered if it would conflict with anything. He said that the event should be on January 4. I told him that this would be a good date as long at the run for $G4 did not happen to fall on the same day. I thought that it would work some years and not work other years. I then turned my attention back to the things on the shelfs to the south of me. The house seemed messy, and i wondered why the kitchen things were all stacked up here. I moved to the east, into the dining room of my house. I then heard someone moving upstairs. $A682 must have woken up. I thought that he was just getting out of the shower. He would have to get ready for work. I then realized that he might find it strange that i was still in the house. I normally leave at 8:30, and i knew that he did not have to leave until 9:00. I then wondered if the stacks of kitchen things in the driveway outside to the south would be in the way of his car. I looked out the window. I could see the driveway, but the kitchen things were no longer stacked there. Everything had been put away. I walked to the northeast and entered the bedroom. I entered through the doorway in the southern end of the eastern wall of the bedroom. $A682 was to the northeast of me. He had just come back from the shower, and he was starting to get dressed. He stood at the southern end of the bed, wearing underwear and a white T-shirt. Another man then walked into the room from the west and passed $A682. The other man crouched down on the floor to the east of the bed and started getting dressed. $A682 must have been copulating with the man earlier. I watched the other man, noticing that he was rather attractive. I then realized that he was $A688. I called his first name in question. $A682 looked at me nervously, putting his left index finger to his lips to let me know that i should not say anything. $A688 stood still for a moment, not quite sure what to do. I turned to leave. As i walked back to the southwest, i called back into the room, congratulating $A688 for his win in the NCAA. As i reached the door, however, i realized that he had competed in the national trials, not an NCAA competition. I said this aloud as well. I walked back into the dining room of my house. Something seemed strange. The things in the kitchen were out of place. I thought that $A682 must have done something to the kitchen and then tried to replace everything, thinking that i would not notice. I turned to the west and looked into the kitchen. I noticed that a panel above the cupboard on the southern end of the western wall looked charred. I thought that $A682 must have started a fire in the kitchen and had to replace all of the things in the kitchen. I moved to the eastern wall and washed my hands in the sink. I then realized that there was no sink under the faucet. The water ran over my hands and fell behind the counter top. I felt annoyed. I turned off the water and leaned forward to look over the counter top. A half-meter gap was between the counter top and the wall. I looked down it, seeing that the water had fallen on the bare wood under the counter. The kitchen had been poorly put back together. I moved to the south, looking at the cupboard where i had seen the scorching. The cupboard actually looked normal now. I opened the door of the cupboard, which seemed to be a small cupboard near the ceiling and above an oven vent. The contents inside the cupboard looked normal. Very few things were in the cupboard. I then noticed that several mugs were on the right side of the top shelf. They were all shaped like faces, and i thought that they were Royal Dalton mugs. More of them seemed to be here than there should be. I was glad that new ones had appeared. I thought that i should collect them. They were all covered with dust, though, so they were not new here. The dust also told me that the cupboard had not been replaced recently. I looked around at the rest of the kitchen. I could hear an electric hum coming from the white stove to the south of me. $A682 must have replaced the gas stove, which was to the north of where i was. I wondered why he put in an electric. The new stove seemed to be old and worn. I then realized that he must have used the electric line from the dryer in the basement. I felt annoyed that he had replaced things in the kitchen. He must have thought that i would not notice. I headed to the west, noticing the yellow refrigerator to the east of the stove. These things should not have been here. I was upset that $A682 had replaced everything without telling me. He must have thought that he could get away with fixing whatever he had done without me noticing.

12017 March 31

I followed the others to the east, across the seats of the theater. The wooden seats faced south, and many of them had people in them. Once the others reached the aisle on the eastern side of the auditorium, they turned to the northwest and headed up through the seats. I followed them. We were leaving to go somewhere. I glanced at some of the people in the seats as we passed them. They seemed like an older generation. They were wearing powdered wigs with curls, and something about them seemed like caricatures. The room sloped up steeply to the north, and we climbed to a spot on the western side of the theater. A cart, which seemed to be a roller-coaster cart, was in the middle of the floor. It faced north. One of the people that i had been following stopped behind the cart as the others got in. He said that we were supposed to ride the roller coaster down through the building, saying that it was a theme park. I thought of the different levels of the building as having different themes. Something about the building seemed special. As i moved toward the cart, the front end of it tipped down to a fourty-five degree angle, facing into the floor. I did not really want to go on the ride, thinking that the themes of the floors had something to do with business, and i was not interested in the corporation.

I left the building heading west. The building seemed to be long north to south, and it had openings on the eastern and western sides. I headed southwest, looking for my car in the parking lot, which stretched the length of the building and continued to the south. Many other cars were parked along the near side of the lot, facing east. I thought that my car was farther to the south, but i could not see it from here. I crossed the grassy area between the building and the parking lot, still looking for my car. I then realized that i could see most of the cars in the lot. There were very few at this end. I could not see my car. I felt annoyed, thinking that my car was no longer here. I stopped on the grass, wondering what i should do. Someone had taken my car. I imagined how i would have to wait here for a long time. I imagined what i would have to do. I then turned around. I was now standing to the south of the long black building. I realized that my car was actually parked to the east of the building. I could see my truck parked along the western side of the narrow parking lot to the east of the building. I walked to the driver’s door of the pick-up truck and started to get in. The passenger’s door was open, and a man walked toward it from the northeast. I knew him, but i felt annoyed with him. He leaned to the south, looking into the truck. He started making comments about the truck, but i was not interested in listening to him. I was now to the east of the truck, watching myself get things into the driver’s door of the truck and watching the man smile as he spoke into the passenger’s door of the vehicle. I was not comfortable with the man, and i wanted him to go away. As i watched the scene from the east, i was not sure who the man was. I knew that i knew him very well, but i could not identify him specifically.

I turned to the northeast and started swimming through the air. I was hovering for a moment, and i pulled my arms in. I could feel my muscles tense as i strained to pull them together. I was in a college area, and the dormitories of the campus seemed to be to the north of me. This place seemed like Thurston Avenue just across the bridge to North Campus. I was swimming to the northwest, but i was just about to follow the curve in the road to the west. College students were walking down the center of the road toward me. Young women with long straight hair smiled as they chatted with each other. They looked like they were from the early eighties. I tensed my chest muscles, trying to pull myself forward a little more. I could feel myself moving through the air. I then decided to swim more. I started swimming, passing through the students and heading to the west down the road. I wondered if it would seem impressive for me to swim through the air now. It seemed very hard to swim now. I struggled to pull myself forward, but i wanted to keep going. I then noticed the red electric poles to the north of me. The thin metal poles were painted bright red, and the wires connecting them were also red. I had to be careful not to drift into them, but i started to roll toward them for a moment. I adjusted my swimming and headed straight to the west again. Many people now seemed to be in the street near me, and i was aware of the old stucco house to the north of me.