12016 April 01
I drove the car to the northeast. I had been to this place before. I was looking for a place to park. I felt a little nervous in this area. I seemed to be in England, and i was driving through old gray buildings, which seemed to be part of a palace. I felt privileged to be allowed to enter this area, and i knew that i could act the part of aristocracy. I tried to act natural here as i drove past the large building. I passed through an archway on the western end of the building. The archway led through a small square tower. Once to the east of the tower, i seemed to be in an enclosed courtyard inside the castle. The building seemed to stretch over my head. A wide stone staircase ran up from the northern side of the street, into the main building of the palace. Several people in fine victorian clothing stood near the stairs. I had to find a place to park. I thought that i should not park the car inside the building. I continued to drive to the east, passing out of the building and coming to a park. A grassy lawn rose gently to the northwest. The road was less of a street now as it curved slightly through the park. I thought that i could park the car on the southern side of the road in the middle of the park. I had parked the car here before. I was out of the car. I felt uneasy for a moment, not sure what i should do. I had come here on impulse, and i felt that i had to do something. A man to the west of me talked to me about something. I was not sure what i should do. I looked down at myself, noticing that i was wearing running shorts and a housecoat. I was not properly dressed for this area. I did not want to walk around looking like this. I wondered what i should do. I had intended only to visit this place, but i now thought that i could buy clothes and stay here for a day or two. I walked down the street to the west now. I was on the northern side of the city street, and shops were on both sides. I thought that i could simply buy some denims and a dress shirt so that i looked better. I noticed a man walking toward me from the west. He wore a pair of denims that seemed to be like overalls. They formed a short-sleeve shirt over his skinny torso, and the wide turtle-neck came over the bottom of his face. He walked to the north of me and continued to the east. I thought that i should buy some pants and a better shirt. I walked to the north, into one of the stores. Near the back of the store, dark-blue denims were on shelfs against the eastern wall. I looked at a pair, thinking that i should buy them. The white price tag said that they were $55 and some cents. I tried to convert the price into American dollars. I thought that i would have to double the price of euros to get dollars. It seemed rather expensive with the conversion.
12016 April 02
I was lying in the bed in the upstairs bedroom at my parents’ house. My mother was lying on the western side of the bed, which was on the northern wall of the room. She had been sleeping with her arms around me. This seemed strange. I thought that she was doing something she should not be doing. I then heard a sound from downstairs. I woke up, telling my mother that my father was home. I thought that she should head downstairs before he finds out that she was sleeping in my bed. I listened for a moment, trying to make out the sounds. I finally heard the sound of someone moving. I told my mother that he was definitely there. I sat up in bed. My father was now standing on the steps that led up into the room from the eastern side of the room. The steps had no railing at the edge of the floor. I could see that my father was upset, and i felt upset that my mother had been found in my bed. I got up and started moving to the east. I moved some things around the room. I was then in a parking lot outside. It was an overcast day, and the wide gravel lot seemed to be in a northern landscape, with pine trees around the distant edges of the lot. I stood somewhere near the southwestern corner of the lot, with an entry drive to the west of me. Three or four other people were standing around me. A man was to the north of me, and two people seemed to be to the northeast and east. $F18 was standing to the south of me. Something special was happening to me. I was able to see things differently. I mentioned this to the others. I moved to the east a little, stopping after a few steps to try to get in the correct position to see the special effect. I told the people that space was distorted in this area and that i could see the distortion from where i was standing. I leaned to the east, noticing that $F18 now seemed blurry. I hoped that i was right about the effect. I shifter a little, telling the others that the light was shifting as i moved. I could see some kind of diffraction pattern around $F18. The eastern edge of her long brown coat seemed repeated in lines to the east of her. I moved a little more to try to amplify the effect. I wanted to prove that this was real. The image of $F18 was blurry, and i reached a point where it suddenly stretched out, making her look very wide. I said that her image was doubled, glad that i had found the correct orientation in space to see the distortion. The man from the north then seemed stern with me. He stepped up to me and scolded me, telling me that i was on drugs. I realized that he was a police officer. He did not believe that i had seen anything, and i thought that he was going to arrest me. I felt nervous having him so close. He did not want to believe that such things were possible. I tried not to engage him. Instead, i turned to the west. I realized that my pants were pulled down. I had to urinate. I looked down and noticed that i was already urinating a bright orange liquid. I tried to stop, but i could not. I hurriedly pulled my shorts down the rest of the way and moved to the toilet, which was against the western wall of the small crowded bathroom. As i moved over the toilet, i was finally able to stop urinating. I felt worried that the color was so strange. I looked down as i adjusted myself over the toilet and started urinating again. This time, the liquid was mostly clear, with a slight yellow color. It seemed normal. Then in changed to bright orange again. Something was wrong. I continued to urinate, noticing that the liquid coming out was thick. It almost looked like a soft paste. At times, it seemed to come out in multiple streams. I worried that something might be wrong. I tried to get it all in the toilet bowl. Someone moved to the north of me. I shifted, knocking a brown leather toiletries bag off the counter that was just to the north of the toilet. I quickly grabbed the bag before it fell into the toilet bowl. I felt tense, trying to get the orange liquid out of my system. I wondered if it had to do with the drugs. I wondered what i should do. $F18 was hanging her clothes on a rack to the north of me. She had sleeped in the bedroom with me. I grabbed the tall brown leather case, which seemed to be the clothes rack. The case seemed like an old satchel, with tall leather sides. It sat on the floor and was more than a meter tall. When it was opened, i could see the metal poles than ran between the two sides. They seemed to have small notches where they could be latched open at various distances. $F18 was hanging the clothes over the metal bars inside the case. She then got into the bed, which was to the north. I had been sleeping with her. This seemed very strange. I remembered that she was married. I worried that $F7 would be upset that she had been sleeping in my bed. I could not figure out this situation. Nothing made sense.
$F4 was to the west of me as we knelt on the large bed in the room on the western side of the house. He pushed me as he leaned forward. He was trying to wrestle me. I was interested in wrestling him, though it seemed strange that he would want to do it. I pushed back at him. I then commented that we did not really have a lot of room. I said that this room was too small. He quickly moved to the east, into the larger room. I thought that the room had a wide carpet that we could wrestle on. It was not ideal, but it was better than the small bedroom. This situation still seemed strange. I commented on the carpet as i followed $F4 into the room, saying that it was too rough and would cause rug burns. $F4 stood to the south of me, his arms forward to show that he was ready to wrestle me. I felt interested in wrestling him, but the situation still seemed very strange. I then noticed that $F4 had a strange expression on his face. He seemed tense and panicked about something. He pushed into me, and i pushed back. He did not put up much resistance as i rolled him onto his back. His expression seemed more tragic now, and i held his arms down at his sides, looking at him. Something seemed very strange about his features. He had a worried concern on his face, but his face now seemed somehow bloated. I looked down at the skin on his arms, noticing that they seemed bloated as well. I could see some veins protruding in some areas. He did not look right, and i felt very concerned for him. He then moved away to the west. I wanted to know what was wrong.
12016 April 03
I could hear the strong winds blowing against the house. I moved to the south, opening the windows in my bedroom. The wind outside was blowing, and i could see several branches of pine trees scattered over the deck outside. The wooden deck was just outside the window. It seemed very narrow, with a wooden railing along the southern side. The broken branches of the pine tree seemed to fill the deck. I wondered how so many branches had fallen in the wind. I moved a little to the east, looking out the window in the dining room. The lawn was now snow covered, but it did not seem to have as many branches over it. I looked back at the deck, seeing that the branches filled the area between the house and the railing. The wind must have blown them onto the deck, and they must have been piled up against the house. I moved to the door on the eastern side of the house. When i looked out, i saw the top of a tree across the stairs leading down from the porch. A tree had fallen across the steps. I felt annoyed. I opened the door and walked out. The tree had not broken the railing on the northern side of the stairs, but the main part of the pine tree had broken the railing on the southern side of the deck. I felt annoyed. I would have to call the insurance agent and have the deck fixed. I was then to the south of the tree, looking back at the house. I imagined telling someone about the fallen tree. I then wondered how i would get back into the house. The tree was blocking the doorway.
I was in a foreign country, which seemed like Russia. The troops were down the hallway to the east of me. I looked down the hall, seeing Darth Vader and some stormtroopers. I backed into my hotel room and hid. I was lying on the mat on the floor with the wool blankets pulled over my right shoulder as i lay on my left side. The room was dark. I could hear Darth Vader searching the rooms of the hotel. I hoped that they did not find me. I stayed still in the bed as they knocked on my door. I could see their feet under the door. I then saw the white feet of the stormtroopers head to the south, down the corridor. They had passed by. I thought that they might still come for me. I had to get out of here. I moved around the room now. I had to get my things packed. I was visiting this European country, but i would have to leave on an airplane today. I remembered this situation from before. I had to take an airplane to Russia for a short while. It was not part of the regular trip that i was taking. I felt nervous about it. I had to quickly get my things together to get ready for the flight. I moved to the western end of the room, pulling my things from the dresser that was against the western end of the northern wall. I had several music things with me. I grabbed some music equipment and put it in the large duffel bag that was on the bed to the east. The bed seemed to be on the eastern wall of the room, just to the north of the entry door. I then realized that i had brought the portable music equipment so that i would not loose anything at home. I picked up the eight-track recorder that i had. It seemed too bulky to fit in the suitcase. I wondered if i could cram all of my things in the one bag. I then thought that i must have had them packed in the bag when i came here. I felt rushed as i put the tan eight-track mixing board on the bed and moved to the east to get some clothes from the closet. I knew that Russia would be colder, so i would have to bring my long pants and warm shirts. I stood to the east of the metal bar in the closet, looking at the pants that i had brought. I would need the corduroy pants that were hanging on the southern end of the closet. I thought that i would only have to bring my warm clothes to Russia. I hurriedly gathered the clothes and tossed them on the bed. I seemed to have so many things. I would only be in Russia a few days, though, so i would not have to bring many things. I felt nervous. I had to get everything packed before my flight. I would need warm shirts. I moved to the west again. The room was a mess. I would have to clean up all of this to get my things packed. I felt very stressed and anxious. I moved to the southern wall to start gathering my things. Papers and small things were scattered on the floor by the wall. I saw a small business card with $K32’s picture on it. One next to it had $K5’s picture on it. I started to pick them all up in a group, but then i realized that many of the things on the floor were not mine. They were junk from the room. The cards were scattered on the floor among several round gray disks, which looked like some kind of plugs for round holes. They were plastic and gray. I felt anxious. I moved to the dresser again, getting more clothes ready. Someone then came in the room. One of the stormtroopers had entered the room. I felt nervous at first, but then i noticed that it was an older man. I had to stay calm. The stormtrooper was not wearing a helmet, and i could see his long gray hair and beard. He seemed less stern than the other stormtroopers. I pretended that i did not know why he was here. I could not let him find out that i was the person that he was looking for. I had to get my things together to make the flight to Russia, and i did not want to be delayed by the stormtroopers. I told the man that i was getting ready to go to the airport. He seemed casual, and i though that he would let me go. He seemed tired of his job.
12016 April 05
I walked to the east, entering the large room, which was a cavern. The walls near me were white, and seemed like the outside walls of a modern building, but the ground ended just to the east of me. The building was to the north of me. The white ground under me seemed like a sidewalk, with large white tiles. The sidewalk extended to the east a little way, extending a few blocks over the edge of the drop-off. I stood just before the drop-off, looking across the deep gorge to the land on the other side. The gorge was very narrow, and i could see a woman standing on the rough ground on the other side. The ground extended into view from the south. The gorge seemed to run from the south and make a turn to the northeast just to the south east of me. I could not see where it went after that. It seemed to end at the dense cement wall on the northern side of the room. My grandfather was driving a bus along the rim of the canyon to the east. The woman there warned him not to drive the bus, but i knew that he was stubborn and would not listen to her. He drove the bus to the north, out of my view. I worried that the ledge would crumble under the weight of the bus. He did not have much area to drive an to the north of him. I turned back to the northwest and started to walk up the hallway, frustrated. The woman was a scientist from this department. I looked up the white halls to the northwest. This was the biology department of the university. I thought that this was the biology division of Cornell University. I had been to the office, which was to the west of me. I was there to do something, and i was heading back there now. I did not want to deal with my grandfather. I came into the lab, which was on the northeast of the hallway. I paced around for a moment, feeling bad. I was then in the cavern again, looking to the east. The woman was returning from the north on the other side of the ravine. She seemed upset. I moved to the north to see if i could see what my grandfather had been doing. I saw the small car moving around near the ledge on the northern side of the top of the gorge wall. The wall projected to the north, with a flat side. My grandfather was driving the small car to the north, toward the edge. I could see that he had parked the bus along the edge, facing east. He pulled the car, which actually seemed to be a pale-blue and white minivan, behind the bus. He pulled into the spot, but the wheels of the van fell off the edge of the cliff. I felt annoyed again. I then started to feel worried, realizing that the car was starting to slide to the north, over the edge. The van then tipped to the side and rolled off the cliff. It fell out of sight into the gorge. The woman threw her arms up in distress and started walking back to the south. I felt upset as well, and i headed back up the corridor. I would have to go downstairs to get to his car. I felt annoyed and worried. I headed to the east again on the lower floor. My grandfather was already walking in my direction. He seemed somewhat dazed, and blood was running down the right side of his forehead. I thought that he was probably seriously injured and should not be walking. I had to get him to a hospital. I grabbed his arm and led him to the west. I turned up the long white corridor to the north. I could see low cushioned white benches in the center of the corridor, which now seemed to have windows on both sides. Some people were sitting on one the sides of one of the squares of benches farther up the corridor. I needed my cell phone to call emergency. I felt upset and anxious. I told my grandfather to continue walking to the north, toward the door at the end of the corridor. I ran back to the lab to get my things. When i returned to the corridor, my grandfather was no longer here. I could not see him in the distance. I expected to see him still walking down the hallway. I was disappointed and annoyed. I should have told him to wait for me. I hurried up the hall, speeding down the distance as if flying. I did not see him. I stopped in the middle of the main corridor, noticing a smear of blood on the white wall to the east of the main corridor. I headed up the western side of the building, heading north. I opened a few doors to the west, looking for an exit that was before the main exit at the northern end of the corridor. I opened one door to the side of the building. The stone building extended to the west a little to the south of the door, and a wall reached a few meters to the north. The wall was made of the same gray stone as the building. This building seemed to be Barton Hall or Teagle Hall. I recognized the rounded area outside. The sidewalk was at a lower level, just to the west of the building. A man was pacing around on the rounded area just outside the door. The rounded area had an orange color to it. The man was talking on his cell phone. I thought that he had come out here to smoke. He looked up at me as i opened the door. This was not the correct way to go, but it did get me outside the building. The path headed to the north from the rounded area. The man seemed like $A683. He headed toward the door, and i held it open for him. I then headed to the north, down the wide corridor again. I came into a food court, which was outside the building. I was now to the east of the building. I had exited the northern side and come around the building. I could not see my grandfather anywhere. I started heading to the north, along the eastern side of the building. People were sitting around small tables with white table clothes on the eastern side of the building. A low wall ran to the east of the patio that the people were on. The wall had several sharp turns in it as it angled back and forth along the building. The large stone building also seemed to have many recesses and protrusions, which broke the patio up into smaller units. I looked at the people as i passed, but nothing looked right here. This was no the place that i was supposed to be in. I felt frustrated. All of these corridors were incorrect. I had to get back to the front hall where i had left my grandfather and try to follow where he went from there. I turned to the south and jogged down the street. I quickly came to the main road, which ran east to west. I had followed the uneven line of the building, which was to the west of me. I started heading west on the main road. I quickly reached an intersection where a street ran to the north. I had not gone far enough to the west to get to where i wanted to go. The street ran north only a meter or so before splitting into two streets. The streets ran northeast and northwest for a short distance before both turning north and running along either side of a narrow city block. The block was filled with row-house apartment buildings. They seemed very old. I continued across the intersection to the west. I could see the northern side of the buildings on the main street, and i wondered if they were near the building that i was heading back to. The north sides of the buildings seemed dingy and run down. As i reached the western side of the intersection, however, i could see that the small cement and stone buildings were old shops. This was the old part of the city. The building on the corner near me was painted bright yellow on the front. I recognized the building as a bar. I remembered the name of the bar when i saw it. I pictured a park on the next block. The street on the other end of this block seemed to run to the north and split into two streets, forming a V shape around the southern end of a long green park. I then realized that the park should have been to the east of the bar. The next building in was colored purple. I tried to picture where the hallway was that i needed to return to, but i could not. I felt confused.
12016 April 08
I left the mall area with the other person, and we headed to the northeast. I was to the northeast of myself, watching the other person and i reach the edge of the parking lots. We were heading toward the road, which ran north to south to the east of the lot. The man was telling me something about the building to the southwest of us. I felt a little uneasy. He thought that someone would be watching us. People did not normally walk in this direction. It was dark out, and the air seemed cold and damp. Snow was still on the ground in mounds around the edges of the parking lot. We crossed an area of bare ground before stopping on the side of the road. We stood in an opening of a tall chain-link fence on the western side of the highway. The man took my right hand in his as we spoke. He showed me how to jump over the white crack that separated the road from us. This was something that the people watching from the mall would not like. I felt nervous as we stepped into the road, which seemed like a highway. I looked to the south, noticing that no traffic was coming. As we crossed the highway, i noticed sawhorse barricades to the south. The highway was closed for construction. This was how we were able to cross it so easily. We reached the eastern side of the road and stepped into the snow. I then noticed that cars were driving toward us from the south. They had been diverted to the side of the road and were driving through the deep snow. I could see an indent to the east of us, which was where the cars were supposed to drive. We started walking to the south, along the eastern side of a tall chain-link fence that ran along the edge of the road, blocking off the construction zone in the middle of the street. As we headed toward an area of bushes and thin trees, i noticed that the cars were driving toward us. The lane in the snow ran to the east of the leafless vegetation, but the cars were trying to drive through the tall weeds toward us. We seemed to be endangered by the cars driving here, but i was not sure where we would be able to walk. We could walk to the west of the thin strip of trees, between the trees and the fence, but that did not seem the right way to go. I continued to the south as the line of cars came toward us. I reached the weeds. The first car saw me and steered to the east, into the lane in the snow. The woman driving the large dark car looked out the window at me with surprise. She seemed distressed that i was walking in the snow and that she had to drive around me. She had a chubby face and dark skin. Her hair was pulled up into a bun behind her head. Her mouth was open in annoyance as she continued driving to the north. I thought that she should realize that she was actually driving in the correct lane now. I turned to the west and walked into the room with the others. $F18 was walking to the east. She seemed very upset. I said hello to her, but she said that she was leaving. She walked past me to the east. I felt sad that she was going, and i told her that i would have to see her next time. She turned back to me and said that she would not see me again. I felt suddenly confused. I asked her if she meant that she did not want to see me. I suddenly felt uneasy, feeling that she suddenly hated something about me. She was upset, and she looked at me sternly and said that she did not want to see me anymore. She then turned and walked out of the room to the east. I felt very upset and dejected. I wondered what had happened to make her feel this way.
I was taking a shower, facing east. The shower stall seemed to be light-yellow. The water then stopped flowing. This seemed to happen from time to time. I felt annoyed that it happened again. I walked to the east, out of the bathroom of my grandmother’s house. I turned to the south and started walking across the kitchen. My grandmother was to the north of me. She asked me if i was going to church now. I told her that i was not. She became angry with me. I did not understand why she was getting upset. I stopped in the middle of the kitchen. I still had the blue towel around my waist. I told her that i did not want to go to the mass. I then thought that the mass had started at ten o’clock. It now seemed like twenty after ten. My grandmother became very upset with me, saying that i should go to the mass. I was not sure what to do. I knew that i had already missed the beginning of the mass. I headed to the south to go upstairs, where i had my clothes.
I started down he narrow hallway to the southeast. $A684 came out of a room on the northeastern side of the hallway. He walked toward me. I greeted him, asking him if he was getting ready for his match. I wanted to talk to him and get to know him, but i was not really sure what to say. He moved close to me, watching me as he talked to me. I realized that he seemed interested in me. This seemed strange, but i wanted to talk to him, so i let him get close. He had his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans as he chatted with me. He wore a light-blue and white plaid button-up shirt that had dark-gray stripes in it. I chatted with him about his match, congratulating him on his wins in the tournament. I admitted that i knew who he was. I was not sure that he recognized me. He then moved next to me and hugged me. I was surprised that he was so forward, but i hugged him back. I was then aware that $A117 was standing down the hallway to the east. Another team member seemed to be in the doorway of the room to the northeast. I felt a little uneasy with the others watching us. I thought that they would not like that $A684 was trying to get intimate with me. $A684 then started kissing me. I enjoyed it and kissed him back. He pushed me to the west, leaning be back. I realized that he was being a little too enthusiastic for a public place. I was not comfortable having others watching us kiss. I tried to get him to stop, but he kept kissing me. He did not seem aggressive, but he continued to try to kiss me gently.
12016 April 09
I followed the others across the gravel parking lot to the north. We walked into the darkened restaurant or pub, entering the building through the doorway in the southern end of the eastern wall. The building seemed like an old house. The main structure of the house was on the western end, but a long low addition ran along the southern side, extending a little way to the east. We entered through a door just to the north of the extension. I had not been to this place before. $F10 was with me. He walked ahead of me, chatting with the others. I was lagging behind them. I looked around the darkened room as the others continued to the west. This place seemed like a gay bar. A counter seemed to run along the eastern wall of the room, and a long island counter ran parallel to the wall, about two or three meters from the wall. Several men were standing on the sides of the counter talking. Stage lights shined from somewhere to the west, where most of the people in the pub seemed to be gathered. Many of the stage lights in the center of the room seemed to be red. They did not light up the room as much. $F10 seemed to be having fun chatting with the others. I did not feel as comfortable in this place. $F10 then walked back to me, smiling as he talked to me for a while. I enjoyed being with him, and i chatted. We moved to the east a little, across the clear center of the room. I stopped at the counter to the east, which was now farther from the eastern wall. A man stood to the east of the counter, serving drinks in wine glasses. He seemed like $A685. I already had a wine glass in my right hand, so i drank the rest of the liquid in the glass. I then commented on some of the other glasses, which were lined up along the front of the counter. The men on the eastern side of the counter seemed to have beer taps in front of them. The handles on the taps tall thick poles that were painted pink. I motioned to one of the glasses as i chatted with the man to the east. As i moved my right hand, i tapped one of the glasses. $F10 was to the south of me at the counter. I realized that i seemed drunk, and i wondered if i had already had too much to drink. I did not think that i had drunk that much. I told the man to the east that i would have to skip the next drink because i was too tipsy. I moved to the west a little, where a round table stood. Some of the others that i had come with were already at the table. $F10 walked up to the northern side of the table and started chatting with them as i reached the table. I felt good, but i was not sure i should be chatting with the people from the bar. I did not want people making passes at me while i was drunk. The man was then to the west of me, on the other side of the table. He seemed older, and i thought that he might be trying to pick me up. I chatted with him for a while, trying to act polite. I then realized that he was the manager of this place. I remembered him from before. He had short straight white hair that seemed to be chopped at his ear level. He had a wide friendly face. There was something very familiar about him. I still did not want to be left alone with him. I looked around the room, trying to find $F10 and the others. They were wandering out the door to the east, chatting about something. $F10 was smiling as he chatted, holding his drink up in his right hand. I told the man that i wanted to find out where they were going. I reached the door and looked outside. They had turned to the south. When i got outside, though, i could see on of them walking into an opening in the wall just to the south of the door. The extension of the building had a small opening in it. I moved to the opening and looked to the west. A small structure had been formed along the southern side of the house. It seemed to be made of thin poles of wood and plastic paper, but it also seemed like glass and metal. It reminded me of a greenhouse. It was not much more than a meter tall, and it leaned against the house, creating a triangular corridor that ran to the west. The others had run down the glass corridor. Small lights seemed to illuminate the length of the corridor, but i could no longer see the others in it. The older man was still with me. I backed out of the entrance of the corridor, realizing that the man owned this place and probably did not want me crawling down the crawlspace. I was still holding my wine glass in my right hand. I asked him about the corridor, thinking that it was really a temporary structure. We moved to the south, into the parking lot. The man chatted with me. There was something very familiar about his features. I noticed the short gray hair with patches of white. It felt good to talk to him. I looked around the area as he spoke. We seemed to be in the middle of a small town. The old brick buildings of the town were to the south of me, across a street on the southern end of the parking lot. I seemed to be looking at the back sides of the buildings. This town felt good, and there was something here that i was interested in. I talked to the man. He mentioned something about the land. I then realized that he was indigenous. He was a native American. This made him more interesting to me. I focused on his features. His face was wide and wrinkled, and he looked somewhat eastern European, but his straight thick hair seemed very noticeable with its patches of white. I then looked to the southwest, noticing a large mural painted on the back of one of the brick buildings. The mural had bright reds and blues in it, and i thought that it was an indigenous design. I felt fascinated with the area. I asked the man about his heritage.
12016 April 10
I felt hurried as i stepped out of the house. The house was to the south of me. It was an old wooden house with a large porch that wrapped around the entire front side. It was painted olive green on the lower level and seemed to have white trim. I descended the porch stairs and started walking to the west down the sidewalk, which was right in front of the house. I was looking at something to the west. I seemed to hear something that was important. I focused on it for a moment. I then realized that a woman was sitting on the porch to the south of me. I was now standing in front of the neighbor’s house, which was to the west of the house that i had been staying in. I said hello to her, and she greeted me. She was a large woman, and she sat in a chair, leaning back to the south. She wore a tank-top with wide pink straps. I explained that i had been staying in the house to the east. We chatted for a moment.
12016 April 13
I walked toward my parents’ house. I had left the house earlier, and it now seemed late at night. I walked up onto the back porch and tried to open the door. It was locked. I thought that my parents must have gone to bed already. They might not have known that i was outside. I pushed on the door, and i could hear a beeping sound. My mother must have just set the alarm. It seemed dark inside. I wondered if the alarm would go off. I pushed the key toward the lock on the door, but i could not get the key into the lock. Every time i tried to push the key in the door, i ended up pushing against the door. The door pushed in slightly, and i could hear the beeping. The alarm system must have been detecting the pressure on the door. I thought that the alarm would sound. It would probably wake my parents up. This would let them know that i was here. I moved into the house, thinking about something. The other people were in the driveway to the east of me. I felt uneasy about them. They had broken into several houses before, and they were now in the back room of my parents’ house. I thought that they were holding us hostage. I looked around the room at the other people, who were now sitting at tables. A man to the north of me seemed very nervous. He was being held here by the thugs as well. I felt unconcerned about the bad people, and i wondered how this situation could be avoided. It seemed that the bad people were coming into house to kill and rob the occupants. I looked to the northeast. The man who was leading the gang wore a leather jacket. He had very short reddish hair and a scruffy beard. He seemed like $A686. He paced around the eastern side of the room as he talked to me threateningly. I seemed unconcerned. This situation did not seem real, and i though that there should be other people in the house who did not really care about the invaders. They would all be unafraid and would be able to avoid assault.
12016 April 14
I was in the room, talking to $A703. I was trying to explain something to her. The small room had pale walls that seemed darkened with age. I was also aware of a man to the northeast of us. He stood to the east of the bed, which was on the northern wall of the room. The man did not want me talking to $A703, and i felt annoyed with him. I continued to talk to her for a moment, but then i realized that the man was on the floor to the east of the bed. I knew that he was just trying to get attention, but i asked him if he was okay. He did not answer me, so i tried not to pay attention to him. I turned back to the others, who were sitting on the bed to the north of me. $A682 was playing guitar to the northwest of me, resting his left knee on the western side of the bed. I listened to the chords he was playing. He was playing a rock rhythm, and i seemed to recognize the song. He switched between two chords, but the second chord did not seem right. I thought that it should have been on a higher note. I tried to tell him that the second chord was higher, but he was not listening to me. I felt a little annoyed. I did think that the lower chord sounded better. Maybe he was playing a different song. The others around the bed seemed impressed with his guitar playing. It seemed strange to me, because what he was playing was not really that complicated. The others just thought it was. $A682 then strummed a final chord and handed the guitar back to me. It was still ringing with the chord when i took it. I held it in front of me for a moment, listening to the hum. I then realized that the others were impressed. They thought that the resonating chord was something special. I knew that it was not. I knew that i could play guitar better than he could, but i did not feel like playing anything now. I thought that the others would think i was just trying to impress them if i played anything better now. I put the guitar down and started to gather my things. I had to pack something up. The others then started to move away from where we were. They were leaving the area. I seemed to have been in a crowd that was suddenly dispersing. I was standing in the southwestern section of the area. We were outside, but we were enclosed in a crude shelter. The ground around me was dry dirt, and the others were starting to head to the north and northwest. The structure over my head was supported by regular two-by-four beams. The roof seemed to be made of plywood with something on the top. The walls to the east were formed of plywood that was nailed to the vertical posts. The wall had been painted white, but the paint was old and worn, leaving the edges of the wood darkened and rotting. A space about a meter tall was left between the top of the wall and the roof. This structure seemed to be attached to a much large cement building, which was to the west. The structure ran the length of the eastern side of the building, extending a little way to the south of the building, where i stood. The wall to the south of me seemed more solid, and extended all the way from the dirt ground to the overhead ceiling. I looked to the north, noticing that many of the others were heading into the stadium to the west. They were going to the event. I had to hurry to gather my things so that i could go to the west. I thought that the others were heading to a Bernie Sanders rally. I picked up a couple things, noticing a security officer walking slowly to the east through the crowd. He watched me for a moment, his hands tucked into the waist of his pants. I turned to the west to pick some things up. I then noticed that several pieces of trash were on the ground. They were not mine, but the man might think that they were. I felt annoyed that i still had to get my things together.
12016 April 17
I wondered if the event was going to happen here. I felt anxious and wanted to do something, but i did not think that the others would start doing something. I headed to the northeastern section of the room. $F57 was to the northwest of me, but the others were not with him. I though that $G4 was not gathering here, and i was annoyed and disappointed that they would not be having an event. I wondered what i should do. A man then started announcing something to the northwest of me. I leaned on the back of the low cushioned chair to the northwest of me, looking out into the center of the room. People were starting to play a game. $F57 was with them. I watched them as they moved something. They seemed to be playing hockey with a large yellow object that looked like as old-fashioned curling stone, with a small metal handle on top. The object moved toward me suddenly, but never got close to me. I ducked down by the chair anyway. I was then slouching in the white cushioned chair. I felt anxious. I had to leave this place, but i was not sure what i should do.
12016 April 18
The others were talking about the good treatment of animals, but something seemed wrong. I could not quite focus on what was happening. To the west of me, the Siamese cat flew out of the car window. I felt upset by this, thinking that someone had tossed the cat out of the window, purposely trying to toss it in front of an oncoming car. I moved toward the cat, feeling upset for it. This scene was not right, and i felt upset by it. I then thought about the circumstance. I wanted to talk about what was happening.
12016 April 19
I stood on the southern end of the room. The others were standing to the north of me, talking and sitting around casually. It felt good to be with these people. This seemed to be a party, and i liked hanging out with the others. $A682 was also in the room. He was to the east of the table, which seemed to be to the north of me. He had come from the east, and he jokingly said something to me. I felt annoyed by his attitude. I then realized that the others were not paying much attention to him. I though that the others did not really like him. They would think that he was whining. I felt annoyed by his complaining, and i tried to ignore him. I then started to feel bad for him because i thought that the others would ignore him as well, which would make him feel unwanted. I turned to the east and moved across the room. I was now jogging with the others. I knew that $A682 would not follow me because he was not that athletic. The corridor seemed to be a narrow city street, with low buildings on both sides. It was dark out, and the street was illuminated by orange lighting. The others jogging ahead of me wore winter running gear, though it did not really seem that cold. We headed down the street to the southeast. A larger group of people suddenly came out of a pub on the northeastern side of the street. They were part of our running group, but we had separated from them earlier. They must have stayed in the pub while we ran around for a while. All of our pub run was now back together. Several of the runners chatted as they came out of the pub and joined us. We were then back in the room, and the others were chatting to the north of me. We had stopped at another place to drink. $A682 returned to the room. I still felt annoyed with him and did not want to talk to him, so i tried to avoid him. I started to turn to the southeast to move away from where he was trying to chat with the others. As i started to move i heard a rumble. I stopped to listen. It sounded strange. Someone in the room to the north of me said that it sounded like thunder. The sound did not stop, thought. The vibration continued to rumble. The people in the room became suddenly silent, listening to the rumble. It seemed very strange, and i started to feel concerned that it was not a natural sound. I moved to the west a little, looking out over the city to the north. I suddenly noticed a beam of light coming down from the sky. The light was to the north-northeast of us, and it was shooting downward and to the west. I could not see where the beam was coming from because thick black clouds covered the source. I started to feel uneasy. Someone asked what the sound was, and i joked that it looked “like the beginning of every sci-fi disaster movie”. Someone chuckled. The image was then blocked by something, so i moved a little to the northwest to get a better view. The beam was now painting to the northwest, and the source had moved to the northeast of us. It was not aiming directly at us, but it must be a destructive beam that was destroying parts of the city. I worried that the weapon could attack this part of the city. I headed to the east, where the stairs descended to the south from the eastern end of the southern wall. I told the people in the room to stay away from the windows. I though that an explosion nearby might spray the room with glass and debris. I had to get a better view from the eastern side of the building, but i would have to get to the lower floor. I ran down the stairs. As i turned the corner to the west near the bottom of the steps, i wondered if it would be safer for the others on the lower floor. I thought that, if the building was hit, the walls of the building might shield us. There were no windows on the lower floor. I then imagined the building collapsing and wondered if it would really be safe inside it. I cautiously opened the front door of the apartment building, which was to the south of me. The street outside was dark. It now seemed much later, and the floating weapon was gone. The streets were quiet, but i knew that they would be filled with danger. I opened the door slowly, looking down the empty street to the east. I felt nervous and scared. I could hear people coming from the east. They seemed to be coming from around the corner to the north. I then thought that the police would come. They would be a militant force, and they would attack anyone they found in the city. I ran back inside, heading to the north. I could hear dogs behind me. They were running down the street toward the door. I flew over the lawn between the front door and the small house, which was on the eastern side of the street within the apartment. The people from the party were peaking out the front door of the house. The door was on the western side of the house, above a cheap cement stoop. Thin decorative metal braces held up the white roof over the stoop. I had to get into the house before the dogs and police reached the door to the south. If i could get inside, they would not know that i had been out on the street.
I was with my mother and father in the small parking lot. I felt uneasy and rushed. We had something that we had to do. A car was to the southwest of me, facing west, and my parents were moving around the car. My mother was just to the west of the car, and my father was near another car, which was parked facing northwest, to the southwest of the first car. I chatted with them for a moment, and then my father got in the car to the west and drove away. I felt anxious, feeling that we had to do something. I felt impatient. I pulled the green canvas cover over the black car near me. The car seemed to be an old Mustang. My mother would be driving the black car, but the car was damaged. I could see the dents in the front passenger’s-side fender. The hood of the car also seemed to be missing. I pulled the canvas over the front of the car, stretching it over the headlight. I tried to tuck it under the front of the car to keep it down while my mother drove. I did not really want to deal with the problem, but i had to fix the car well enough so that my mother could drive it. I felt impatient as i pulled the canvas tight over the front of the car. My mother was to the east of me, to the north of the car. I told her that she had to be careful because the green canvas might get caught under the tires. I said that this was bad. I felt upset, but i hoped that she would be okay. I had to leave, and did not have time to help her further.
12016 April 21
I had to defecate, and i was sitting on the toilet on the southern wall of the room. I was standing just to the west of myself, watching myself as i stood up to wipe myself. The stall was very narrow, and it had pale-green metal walls. I wiped myself with my right hand, but i could feel that something was still on my butt. I wiped it off. It felt pasty with small solid chunks. It reminded me of chunky peanut-butter. I was annoyed, thinking that i had defecated and that part of it had gotten stuck between my but cheeks. I tried to wipe it out. It seemed difficult. I was then walking to the south, down the corridor of the bathroom. The stalls were to the south of me. I had to use a toilet to urinate. The other person was to the north of me at the moment. I opened the door to one of the stalls and looked down at the white porcelain toilet bowl. It was filled with a dark-red liquid. I remembered this from before. The liquid was actually a gel in the bottom of the bowl. I looked at this toilet as i started to urinate. The red gel was beet red, and it seemed to clump in a small blob on the northern side of the bowl. The water was discolored from it, but the gel did not seem to flow into the rest of the bowl. I glanced up to the east, noticing a few people coming out of doors on the northern side of the corridor. The men seemed like members of the wrestling team. I felt uneasy with them watching me urinate, so i tried not to pay attention to them.
12016 April 25
I had come back to the office after a short time away. This office seemed like $G6. I was in the square room on the southeastern corner of the area. The other person was to the north of me as we talked about the papers. I sat on the couch that was against the western wall of the room. The papers were spread out across the round table in the center of the room. The table had a wooden table top. The papers seemed to be print-outs of e-mail messages. I looked from one sheet to the next as i talked to the person, aware that i seemed to be wasting time and not actually doing work. I felt that i should really be getting some work done. I started to feel that people would think that i was not really doing my job because i had not been here. I moved around the office, still talking to the person. The woman came into the room from the west. She seemed to be the manager. She seemed like $A643, but she also seemed like someone from $G6. I felt uneasy, thinking that i really should start doing work again. I started talking about the papers, trying to focus on the project that i was doing. I could not quite focus. People seemed to continually come over to talk to me, asking me about things that were not entirely work related. I walked down the stairs on that descended to the west along the southern wall on the eastern side of the room. The stairs seemed to be metal, and they led down into the small outside area behind the brick building. Some people were at the picnic table there. One of them asked me a question, and i felt frustrated that i could not focus on work. I would have to answer the person’s questions. I chatted about it for a bit, looking at the leafless pricker bush to the south of me. The bush still had some small red berries from the previous autumn. The other people were to the west of me, on the dull-red picnic table. The woman who seemed to be the manager was somewhere near us to the south. I was concerned that she was watching us and wanted me to get back to work. I told her that i would have to start some work. I turned back to the east and started walking with the others along the cement path. They were walking in a line back to the door to the office. I thought that we really should get some work done. As some of them started up the stairs, i felt the ground shake. It vibrated up and down, and the people crouched down to catch their balances. I then heard a hum as the ground started vibrating side to side. I knew that this was a set, and i was annoyed at the fake quake. It was just another distraction to keep us from getting to our jobs. I thought that the people should stop making the scene seem dramatic and let me get back to work.
12016 April 28
I looked at the reddish flyer for the concert. It said that Tori Amos was performing at Cornell University. This seemed very strange. I had planned to see a show at the concert at the university, but i thought that Laurie Anderson would be there. The show seemed to be part of a festival of music. I was surprised that Tori Amos would be playing at the festival. I then thought that $A682 would probably be at the concert. He was at all of her shows. I wondered if i should go to the show, knowing that he would be there. I then noticed on the brochure that the tickets were only four dollars. This seemed very cheap. The brochure was then a website, and i could see a coin slot, which seemed to be from a parking meter. It had something to do with the interface for purchasing tickets. I would put four dollars into the machine and the ticket would come out of the slot in the textured metal plate. I wanted to get a ticked for the show, especially because they were so cheap. I turned to the south, feeling indecisive. I walked a little way, moving along the front of the large building to the east. The building seemed like Barton Hall, but it was reddish in color. I knew that it was a large concert hall. This was where the show was. I was still not sure whether i should see the show. I continued to the south just inside the building, entering a large auditorium. The show would be held on the stage on the eastern side of the room, but a sales table was set up along the western end of the southern wall. I stopped at the table, looking over the brochures indecisively. I was not sure what i should do. I wanted to see the show, but i felt uncomfortable seeing a Tori Amos show. I then noticed $A103 on the other side of the table. A woman was to the south of me, and he was to the southeast. She was arranging something on the table in front of me, and he was bending over to the west to pick up some boxes that he had just emptied. He crumpled up a plastic bag as he looked at me. He wore a white shirt and had a red stripe running around his neck and down the front of the shirt. I said hello to him. I then saw another ad for Tori on the table. It was printed in black and white, and it had Tori’s name on the upper left side. The line drawing had rays radiating from a circle near the top of the brochure, and the letters were printed over the top of them. Something about the design reminded me of the parking meter. I tried to read the rest of the text on the small card. Something printed there seemed important. I thought about going to the show. I then wondered where $A682 was. I thought that me must know about the show, but i started to think that he did not. It seemed strange that he would not, and i knew that he would be upset if i called him and told him about the show. I imagined calling him and asking “Where are you?” If he had not heard about the show, he would be confused. I then thought that he would be upset that he was missing it if he had not heard. I wondered what i should do.
12016 April 29
I moved to the east in the small room of the house. I had just returned here from somewhere and i was unpacking some of my things. $A682 was in a room across the hallway to the north. I felt uneasy with him here. He had returned from a trip and had just moved into the apartment. I tried not to notice as i moved some things around in my room. $A671 was then in the hallway to the north of me. He asked me a question. I answered politely. I chatted with him for a moment. I then moved to the north as $A682 retuned from somewhere. I talked with him and $A671. They seemed to need help with something, so i walked to the north with them. $A682 was saying something to the north of me, in the small room. As we spoke, i heard something fall to the south of us. It sounded like heavy glass breaking. I said something to $A682, and we walked back to the south, into the large room. We looked to the east. A set of shelfs that were against the northern wall of the room must have broken. Several glass bowls were shattered on the floor under the shelf. I said that the weight of the bowls must have broken one of the shelfs. I knew that $A682 had just unpacked his things in this apartment, so the shelf had not been set up long. I started picking up several of the things on the floor. I noticed the curved piece of wood on the floor and picked it up, saying that the top of the cabinet had fallen off. I turned to the north and tried to reattach it, but it did not quite seem to fit. I looked at the curved piece. It was obviously molding, but i could not tell where it fit on the shelfs. It had a faded dull-blue pattern of spades or fleur-de-lises across the front of it, and the curve reminded me of trim on an old pot-belly stove. I looked to the east, at the top of the book cabinet. A curved piece of wood arched across the top of the cabinet now. It looked very modern.