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12013 May 03

I walked to the northeast, making my way through the urban area. The area seemed tan and brown, and all of the buildings seemed short. I had been walking with the others, whom i had left somewhere to the southwest. I felt uneasy here, and i thought that i was leaving the others because i felt bad. I had to find my car to leave. I knew that i had parked somewhere in this area of the city, which seemed to be to the north of the main part of the city.

I headed to the south, walking through the house, which seemed to like the house of my father’s parents. My grandparents seemed to be in the house somewhere, along with some of my other relatives. I came into an open area in the middle of the house. Wide corridors headed off in different directions, running to the south, southwest, and east. Rooms seemed to be on the western side of the area. I looked at the corridor to the east of me as i started walking down it. The white walls looked very new and clean. I did not remember this part of the house before, and i thought that it was a new addition. The sun room had been on this side of the house, so they must have built the addition around it. I imagined my grandparents sitting in the sun room as i walked down the corridors. The corridor started off to the east-southeast, but turned to the east after ten or fifteen meters. The white walls of the corridor looked very plain and very new. A woman then stepped into the corridor from the south. She looked at me as i approached. She was $K17. I said something to her as i walked past, and she followed me to the east. The corridor ended in a wide cement doorway to the outside. I stopped in the doorway, looking across the flat land to the east. I then looked to the south, down the stone wall along the eastern side of the building, which seemed like $P191. I had been carrying something with me, and i placed it against the wall, just to the south of the doorway. What i had been carrying seemed like a long pole, and i placed it near the golf clubs and baseball bat. The three or four long objects were leaning against the wall, and i was having trouble keeping them standing as i placed the other object near them. I started walking to the east, crossing the small paved lot and walking out over the cut grass lawn. I had a tennis racket in my right hand, and i swinged it in the air, hitting something that i had tossed in front of me. I was hitting the objects to the east, out across the field. I then turned around and headed back toward the building. As i reached the doorway, i placed the racket to the south of the doorway, with the other long objects that had been standing there. I continued into the building, entering into a large open room. The white corridor now seemed to be to the west of me, interior to the large room. The ceiling of the room was quite high, and the walls seemed to be made of cement blocks. I crossed into the southern side of the room, to the south of the corridor. I was still carrying a long stick with me, but this one seemed to be a white lacrosse stick. I swinged the stick, hitting a small stone with the racket end. An old man was to the southeast of me in the room, and he commented on what i was doing. I turned to look at him, aware that the woman was still following me. She had come outside with me and had now followed me back inside. I could not see her, but i knew that she was to the northeast of me. The man referred to the stick i was carrying as a lacrosse stick, and i looked to the southwest of me, at the front of the stick. I admitted that i was hitting the stones in the building. I then said that i had actually missed hitting several stones. I said that the stones had only bounced twice on the ground, though. I was no longer any good at catching the stones with the net on the stick. I felt disappointed in this, and i watched the stick as i practiced catching and throwing the stones.

I was driving to the east down the street. The buildings around me seemed to belong to a college. They were all small and fairly close to the road. I felt a little uncomfortable, and i realized that i needed to turn around. I thought that i would make a U-turn in the middle of the street, but then i thought that the street was actually not wide enough to do so. A car came from the east, passing me. I continued driving to the east. A large building was to the north of me. It seemed like $P191. I thought that a driveway ran to the east of the building, and i thought that i could turn around in the driveway. I then seemed to be a little way past the driveway on the road. I turned to the north, into a small driveway that crossed an open field of cut lawn. $P191 seemed to be sixty or seventy meters to the west now. I would turn around in the narrow road and then get back onto the main road. I turned the small vehicle around and started back to the south. I was suddenly aware of some people to the west of me. They were sitting in the front yard of a small run-down house. I felt a little uneasy about them as i drove the small vehicle to the southeast, heading toward the road that i had turned around on. The land sloped up steeply to the east of me now, and the driveway ran across the top of the hill. I must have driven the vehicle down the hill when i was turning around. I felt that the vehicle did not have enough power to make it back up the steep grassy slope, so i followed a dirt trail, which ran diagonally across the slope. It was less steep. I could feel the vehicle straining to make it up the hill, but it reached the top. Other houses were to the west of me now, and i felt nervous here, thinking that the people here were not happy with my presence. I headed down the driveway to the south, thinking that i could easily make it back to the main road now. I then turned to the southwest, cutting across the grass at the corner of the intersection. I wondered suddenly why i had done this. I had wanted to head down the paved road so that the vehicle did not have to struggle over the uneven ground, but now i found myself turning across the grass again. I could see a worn trail in the grass where others had turned this way. I could feel the vehicle struggling under me, and i hoped that it did not get stuck. It finally reached the main road to the south. I walked across the last part of the grass and then put the scooter back down on the ground. It was a push scooter, and i stepped onto it with one foot and tried to make it go to the west. It got stuck on the ground. I looked down, realizing that the wheels had been crushed under it. It had only slided across the grass because of the surface. I looked at the crushed wheels, feeling annoyed. I was still aware of men watching me from the side of the road, to the northwest of me. I was frustrated with the broken scooter, but i had to get away from this area. I headed to the west, toward the city. I walked down the northern side of the road, heading for the city gate. I felt as though i was rushing. I thought about the stone archway that spanned the road to the west of me. I would have to pass through it. I imagined that it had some kind of protective power. The things following me would not be able to pursue me once i was inside the city gate. I then noticed the strange rocks to the north of the road. I had started climbing along the rocks as i made my way to the west. The rocks were sedimentary, with very distinct stripes running horizontally across their smooth surface. The main bands were tannish-yellow, but the intermediary strips were dark purple and dull red. The rocks seemed very strange, but rather pretty. I grabbed on to some of the protruding edges of the rock as i moved along the northern side of the road, thinking about the protection of the archway. I thought that a protective icon or symbol could be placed in the top of the archway. I imagined it on a round metal disk that was facing east. The metal was darkened and rusty with age. I then thought that the symbol would have to be hidden from most people. It could not be so obvious. I imagined it on the back side of the disk. This way, it would catch the bad guys by surprise when they tried to enter the city. I imagined the metal cap on the western side of the stone wall, where the archway was. The symbol would have to be some kind of scientific instrument that could block what people called magic. I thought about the metal design, wondering how the structure could block the flow of magic, which seemed to have something to do with energy passing from the surroundings into someone.

12013 May 04

I moved around on the deck to the south of the house. I had to water the plants here. I stepped out of the house, which seemed very much like my house. I had come from the door in the southern end of the western wall, and i turned south onto the deck. I started to water one of the pots outside, but i realized that the pot was empty. I had not yet put anything into it. I moved to the south a little more, noticing a white plastic tray. The tray was roughly square, with sides about a half deci tall. I remembered having the seeds in it the day before, but i had taken them out to plant them. The tray was now empty, and it had a white water stain around the right side where water had evaporated. I moved around the southern side of the porch, looking for the plants that i needed to water. I saw several other empty plastic pots, but did not see the pots that i had put dirt in. I stopped in the middle of the porch, looking down at the black pot to the north of me. I heard a low rumbling and thought that it was thunder. It sounded as though it was coming from the south of me. I wondered if a storm was coming. I did not look up though. I continued looking around for the pots. I was then on the western end of the deck, and i heard the rumbling again. I remembered that the plants i was looking for were in the center of the deck, so i should have gone there to water them. Instead, i wandered to the west, heading out across the grassy yard near the house. I looked to the west to see an unkempt yard not far from the house. The yard appeared to be a vacant lot, but i knew that it was part of the property of the house. This house seemed to be owned by my parents. As i walked to the west, across the taller grass, i thought that my father must have started mowing this section of the yard. When i had lived with my parents, i knew that we did not mow this section. I looked to the north, across the shaggy lawn. A tall chain-link fence seemed to surround the western and southern sides of the roughly cut lawn. I thought about the thunder i had heard to the south, and i thought that a storm must be coming. The sky seemed white and hazy, though, without any dark clouds. I noticed how uneven the ground was in the rectangular section of yard, and i thought how difficult it would probably be to mow. I started heading back to the house, to the east. I looked again to the north, now noticing the tall thin trees that were planted along the western side of the yard. They ran in a straight row on the westerns border. I then noticed the same types of trees along the southern side of the yard. They had long tall trunks, with fanning tops and few leafs. I looked at the tall metal chain-link fence on the southern side of the yard, and then i noticed a black net suspended near the top of the fence. It ran over the southern side of the yard, under the branches of the trees. I noticed that it was sloped down to the north, and i wondered if it had something to do with the fruit that would grow on the trees. I looked down to the ground under the net. A white plastic gutter ran east to west under the edge of the net. I thought that my father must have put the net and the gutter in to catch the falling apples from the trees. My father must have had it in the yard last year when he collected all of the apples. I thought that the apples i had eaten from him must have been collected in this way. I then noticed the row of corn stalks growing in front of the trees. I remembered that i had wanted to plant corn in some of the pots on the porch. I looked around the porch, looking for the empty pots to put the corn kernels in. I looked at the black plastic bucket in the southeastern corner of the porch, but realized that it was not the correct one. It had dirt in it, which meant that i had probably planted other seeds in it. I moved a little to the west, noticing the plastic pot that i had taken from inside the house. It had white soil inside, and i lifted the bucket to put the seeds in the dirt. I noticed that the dirt had been dug out in the center. As i lifted some of the white dirt, i realized that the dark dirt was underneath. I thought that the white material on top must have been something that i put into the pot to cover the regular dirt. It looked like cooked grain that had become mushy. I then though that the recess in the center of the pot must have been from an animal digging through the food. I remembered putting the old cereal over the pot. I had the corn kernels in my left hand, and i started putting some of them in the dark dirt underneath the white material. I then realized that several other types of small seeds were already in the soil. I must have planted the wheat in this pot. I decided that i could put the corn in the pot anyway, thinking that it would grow well with the grasses.

12013 May 05

I followed the others to the north, passing through the doorway in the northern wall of the room. We seemed to be in a large building that was like a library or archive. The person with me said something as they moved around to the north of me, in the next room. The walls of the room where white, and the room seemed to be empty, thought i thought that we had simply moved into another section of shelfs. I turned around and headed back toward the door, realizing that it had closed already. The door had a lock on it with a keypad, which was on the western side of the door. I had to use my access card to open the door. I mentioned this to the man as i slid my white plastic card into the slot of the lock. It did not unlock the door on the first try. Frustrated, i tried again. The others were now to the north of me, waiting to go through the door. I could not seem to get the door opened, so i moved to the east a little, to another door. I used my card on this door to open it. I thought that we were somehow bypassing the security of the first door by going through the second. I moved to the south, into the other room. The people were still with me, and i talked to them. I then seemed to head back to the north. The man moved to the northeast of me, moving slowly to the east. He was walking backward, and seemed to be doing some kind of dance move. I was interested in what he was doing, and i thought that it was something special that we were both doing. I stepped to the north, wading through the water. I looked down at the water under me. It was just above my ankles, and it seemed to be moving very quickly to the west. The woman and a few of the others were standing or sitting to the south of us, on the cement ground to the south of the water channel. The cement channel was about three meters wide, and the water was flowing to the west. I tried to dance to the east, through the water, but the current seemed very strong. I made my way to the east, following the man. This was some special performance that we were doing, and it reminded me of “Singing in the Rain”. I could see the man to the east of me, and he did seem to me moving over a darkened street, even though the street was the water channel. I looked to the north, down at the swiftly moving water. It seemed strange that the water was moving so quickly though the channel. The water formed standing waves where it flowed over the smooth channel bottom. I thought that the current could wash us down the stream, so i would have to be careful. I then wondered why the current was so heavy. A storm must have passed somewhere to get so much water in the channel. It was very strange that so much water was rushing down the channel now.

12013 May 06

I felt stressed and frustrated as i moved to the west, toward the back wall of the dimly lighted office. The gray walls seemed old and dusty, and the room was illuminated with fluorescent lights. I looked down at the illuminated computer screen in front of me. The computer looked old, and the screen was dull. I had to do something here, but i did not feel like doing it. Something made me feel bad here. A woman was then to the southeast of me. She seemed to work with me, and i said something to her about the work. I was not sure what i should be doing, and i bent over to look at the screen. As i leaned back up, water dripped from the ceiling and fell in front of me. I felt suddenly distracted by this, and i backed up a little. Another stream of water slopped from the ceiling, falling between the table where the computer was and myself. Something in the ceiling was leaking. I told the woman that this was problematic. I knew that the water would ruin the computer if it spilled on it. I then thought that, if enough water came through the ceiling, it could cause the ceiling to collapse. I told the woman that it must be raining rather heavily. I walked to the east, toward the front of the building. The eastern wall was covered with a large glass window, and the window wrapped around to the eastern side of the northern wall. I looked out the window to the north, seeing the rain falling on the street outside. I told the woman that it was raining rather heavily, but, as i looked at the street, i noticed that it did not seem to be raining all that much anymore. More water spilled from the ceiling near the center of the office. I looked again out the window, focusing on a car. The view outside seemed sepia toned. It did not appear to be raining that much outside. I started to wonder why the roof was leaking. I thought that maybe the water had piled up on the roof from when it was raining rather heavily, and now it was simply still draining through the ceiling. This did not make sense to me.

12013 May 07

I felt nervous here as i chatted with the others. This place seemed to be a train station. I was sitting on a low bench in the center of the large room, and the others were to the north and northwest of me. I felt that i had to do something, but i was not yet able to do it. I was waiting for the train to come. I then looked to the south, watching a large red train engine turning on the tracks that ran along the southern side of the large gray room. The train had come from the east, but it turned to the northwest to enter the station. It then made a sharp turn to the west, just to the south of me. I imagined that it could easily tip over as it made the corner to the west. The man to the northwest of me started doing something. He had a lot of equipment with him. I stood up, feeling nervous that i would have to catch the train. The train to the south was not mine. I still had to wait for my train. I looked around the station, which seemed crowded, even though it also seemed very open. Everything was plain, with flat gray surfaces. I then noticed a ticket booth to the north of me. It showed a time just to the east of the booth. This was the time that the next train left the station. It said that the train would leave at 3:77. I realized that i had missed this train, and i started to feel upset. I felt frustrated and did not want to wait around this place. I wondered how long i would have to wait. It seemed like i would be here for several hours before the next train came in. I then wondered whether the train i had taken to get here had actually arrived before 3:77. I thought that the train that brought me here had arrived after the second train left, so i would have had to wait for the late train anyway. This annoyed me, and i wondered what i should do.

I spoke to the other person as i headed out of the rectangular room. I walked through the doorway in the southern end of the western wall, pausing at the top of the stairs on the other side as i said something. I looked down the light-brown set of stairs to the west. A forested trail seemed to be to the west of me, and i thought about the hike that we were going to do. The pine forest seemed thick, and many of the trees seemed brown. The man to the east of me talked about the hike, and i thought about the coming storm. The storm seemed to be coming from the southeast, and i wondered if we would be safe in the forest. I had been walking down the trail to the west, on the southern side of the forested area. I remembered these trails, and i pictured them running in a rectangular loop around the forest. I seemed to have been on these trails many times before. I thought about a lake that seemed to be in the center of a trail loop on the western end of the forest. I thought that we would have to find shelter if the storm came. We could not simply hide under the rock ledges of the hill, which i could now see to the southeast of me. The lightning would be able to strike the cliffs and travel down the rocks. We would have to get to someplace lower. I wondered if strong winds would blow trees over. I looked to the south, remembering that the land sloped down into a stream valley. I thought that we would be able to head into the rocks near the stream. I realized that i would not be able to create a landscape with the appropriate rocks, because this was now part of a fantasy. We would have to use what features were on the land as it was. The man said something to me, asking me why i was going so slowly. I told him that we could find shelter by the stream. He seemed to be confused, wondering why i was concerned. I felt a little awkward, thinking that the others might think that i was worrying too much. I tried to explain that i was just considering where we could go if the storm got too bad. Two other people were sitting in chairs in the area to the north of us as we headed back to the stairs. They seemed to be $A187 and $A186. I felt uncomfortable explaining myself, but i tried to make it seem that i was not too worried about the storm. I imagined it happening, but i really did not know how bad it would be. I still felt anxious about it, thought.

12013 May 08

I moved through the small rooms of the large structure. This place seemed like an old warehouse. The walls were wooden, and the floor was cement. I came into a small room from the doorway in the southern end of the western wall. Bruce Willis was to the northeast of me. He was being attacked my the men to the north. This was part of an action film that i had seen before. I knew that the hero would escape. Bruce stood near a tall metal cylinder of compressed gas. I knew that he would use the gas to help him escape. He tipped the canister over and sat on top of it. He then broke the head off the top of the tank, which was facing to the northeast. The gas shot out of the tank, spraying the bad guys with cold air. I knew that this gas was flammable. Bruce would have to get out of the way when the gas exploded. I then thought that the pressure of the escaping gas should have forced the tank to move like a rocket. I had expected Bruce to let the tank propel itself into the bad guys, but it was pointing to the southwest instead. I wondered why the tank was not moving. The tank then started moving, sliding over the floor and into the large open room. A man was firing a gun from the northwest, trying to shoot Bruce. The large room had no floor, and Bruce fell into the water just as the gas above ignited. I could see the underwater shot of Bruce swimming just under the surface of the water as the gas burned above. This was how he had escaped the flames. I was swimming underwater as well, and i surfaced for a moment. I hid near the eastern wall of the room. A wooded deck ran around the eastern and southern walls of the room. I was floating near the southeastern corner of the room now. I felt nervous, thinking that i had to hide from the man with the gun. I thought about being underwater now, and i submerged again. The man was looking for me, so i had to hide. I felt scared, thinking that the man was going to shoot me. I looked up at the lights illuminating the western side of the room. I was still in the shadows, so the man would not be able to see me. I thought that i should swim to the north, staying under the docks. I had to do something, though. I felt nervous. The man was looking carefully over the water. I wanted him to give up and head away. I knew that he could not see me in the shadows, but then a light came on from the southern side of the room. Several men were walking on the docks that circled the western, eastern, and southern sides of the room. I worried that the men would find me in the light, so i started swimming to the north. I felt worried and wondered what i should do.

12013 May 10

I sat in a chair in the middle of the small audience as we watched the people perform in the play to the east of us. I was aware of a small bottle of pills that i had in my right pocket as i heard the rattling noise. I realized that the pills were making sounds as they shifted in my pocket. It seemed rather loud, and i started to feel uncomfortable. I looked to the east, noticing $A623 on the stage with the other actors. They were still in the middle of their performance, and i worried that i was interrupting them. The bottle kept making a shaking sound. I glanced to the south. A man with an annoyed expression looked at me, telling me to be quiet. He seemed like $A99. I reached into my right pocket and rotated the white pill bottle. It made more noise as the pills rolled to one side of it. I felt embarrassed, but i was not quite sure what i should do. I stood up and walked away from the audience, trying to keep the pill bottle quiet. I headed to the south, into the kitchen of my parents’ house. The play seemed to have been in the back room of the house. I paced around a little, trying to decide what i should do. I was then on the southern side of the kitchen, and i noticed that the door to the outside was open. The door was in the eastern wall. I walked to the door and closed it. As i pushed it shut, however, i noticed that the black metal latch on the inside of the door did not close properly. I pushed on the door, trying to rotate the small leaver under the latch so that the black metal latch would fall down behind the brace on the door jam. The door latch finally clicked shut, making a loud noise as it did. I felt annoyed that i was still making noise. I moved to the north, in the back room of the house again. The people watching the show should still have been to the north of me. I was standing on the southern side of the room. The exit door was to the east of me, and i noticed that it had been propped open. I felt annoyed, thinking that the cats would get out. I asked no one in particular how long the door had been left open as i moved to close it. I did not want $X14 to get out of the house. I then remembered that i was at my parents’ house, so i thought that it would be more important that $X13 did not get out. I looked to the north, surprised to see that the audience was no longer in the room. The show must have ended. I thought that the audience had left, and that they must have left the door open as they went out. The cats must have gotten outside. I reached out to pull the white metal screen door closed, but noticed that a wadded blanket was in the way. $X14 was lying down in the middle of the blanket. I was relieved to see him there. I picked him up and brought him inside, still upset that the people leaving the play had left the door open.

12013 May 11

I was sitting very close to the man to the east of me. He seemed like $A$JUSTRICHofHAPPYVALLEYH3. I had been talking about the tattoos on his forearms. He showed me the tattoo on his right arm as we talked about Osiris. The tattoos had an ancient Egyptian theme, and we were talking about them. I felt very interested in $A$JUSTRICHofHAPPYVALLEYH3. I then looked at his left forearm. The underside of the arm had a long tattoo on it. The tattoo was drawn with thin curving lines, and it formed the shape of a long narrow boat in profile. It looked like the boat of the sun. Anubis was steering the boat from the rear, and he had the crown of the sun on his head. Several square objects seemed to be in the center of the boat. They had something to do with Osiris and the death of the sun god. I told $A$JUSTRICHofHAPPYVALLEYH3 that the boat was the boat of the sun god. I felt very interested in the symbology of the design, and i talked to the man about it.

I was standing around with the other people near the house in the middle of the country setting. The house was to the south of us, and we were gathered on the northern lawn. These people seemed to be from $G4, and i thought that i would be setting a running trail for them tomorrow. I was actually not sure that i wanted to do that, and i thought about this for a while. I would have to get the flour to set the trail with from the store. I started moving to the east as i thought about this. It was dark out, and a flash of light illuminated the northern horizon. I then heard a should rumbling sound. Something had exploded to the north. Several more flashed and booms appeared, and i started to worry that something was wrong. I looked to the north, but i could not really see anything. I knew that the center of the city was to the north of us, and i worried that something in the city was exploding. I listened for a moment, not sure what the sounds and flashes were. Another flash of light then flickered over the city, illuminating several pillars of smoke that had risen from behind the buildings, somewhere to the north of me. Something was exploding, and i felt concerned. I backed to the south a little. I was starting to move down the eastern side of the house, over the grassy yard. I had layed down in a mud puddle and was spreading the mud over my legs. This had something to do with the run that we were on. I had decided to set the trail tomorrow, and i thought that the mud would have something to do with the trail. I then realized that, if i was setting the trail, i would have to got to the store to get supplies. I thought that i should not have put the mud on my legs yet because i would be dirty when i headed to the store. The store seemed to be to the south of me, and i imagined traveling there with some of the others. A group of people had started to gather in the northern yard of the house. They were staring to the north, trying to figure out what the explosions were. I talked to some of them about the explosions, not really sure what was going on to the north. I moved toward the northern edge of the yard. A low chain-link fence ran along the northern edge of the yard, separating it from the grassy field beyond. as i reached it, i could see into a large open gravel lot at the bottom of a hill to the north. The lot seemed to be in the middle of the city. $F47 was standing with me as we looked to the north. I wondered if some kind of fireworks were being set off in the large gravel lot. A large crowd of people seemed to be standing along the western side of the lot. The city seemed crowded with people now, so i thought that the explosions might actually be from some kind of show. I still felt worried about the explosions. Another flash of light happened from somewhere to the north of the lot. The explosions were not coming from the lot. They were still a threat and were something seriously wrong. I headed to the south with the others. We were driving in the car down the streets of the darkened city. $F47 was riding in the passenger’s seat of the SUV, and i was in the back seat. I looked at the convenience store on the northeastern corner of the intersection, which we were approaching from the north. The blue illuminated sign over the door cast light down the face of the store. As we passed, $F47 said something about “convenience store soda”. He was joking with the man driving the car. I noticed the stacked cases of soda just to the north of the door to the convenience store. The cans were bare metal, but had the Pepsi logo near the top. They were generic versions of soda pop. Other stacks of cases stood to the south of the doorway, with orange letters and a different logo. I wondered why they would make generic Pepsi rater than generic Coke. I watched the stacks of soda cans as we drove past, thinking that they seemed out of place.

12013 May 12

I felt tense as i moved around in the large room of the building. The hall seemed to be an entryway for the large building. The smooth walls seemed tan and solid. People were moving around through the hallway, and i felt worried about something. The man had done something, and we had seen him. I stood to the southeast of the man and woman, and i called emergency on my cell phone. I had to report the man, saying that he was in the building. The situation felt tense, and i felt that it was urgent that we report him. I knew that something here was fake, thought, but i knew that the telephone call was real. I asked the person on the telephone about the man, but then felt uneasy. I did not want to be here when the police arrived. I motioned to the others, and then turned to the southwest to head for the exits. We were in the northern part of the hallway. The main entryway was to the south of us, and the exit doors were on the eastern side of the main part. As i rounded the corner to head for the doors, though, i saw the police outside. They were wearing black battle dress, and they were securing the doors. I realized that they had come for the man that i had reported, and that they were locking to doors to make sure that none of the witnesses got out. I felt scared, realizing that they would kill everyone in the building because they had seen the man. We had to get out of the building. I ran back to the north with the woman, who was $F43. I stopped in the middle of the hallway, though, realizing that there was really no place that we could run. We had been trapped in the building. I was not sure what we should do. I knew that an exit was to the north of us, on the eastern side of the hall, but i knew that it would be blocked by the troops as well. I then thought that i should simply grab $F43 and teleport out of the building. This would bring me to safety with her. I wondered if i would be able to carry someone else when i teleported, thought. I then thought that teleportation was not real. This was reality, so i could not simply get out of the situation by teleporting. I was still worried and wondered what to do. I then thought about how this scene happened before. Last time, we had run out of the store through the door to the northeast of us. We ran to the northeast now, out the small door near the northeastern corner of the building. The ground outside sloped up steeply to the east. The rounded grassy hill was bright green, and it hid us from the troops that were coming into the main entrance of the building, to the south of us. We could not let the troops see us running, so i thought that i should pretend to kiss the woman on the grass. I layed down with her and started kissing her passionately. I remembered doing this before. The police soldiers would come to us, but would try to get us out of the area rather than detain us.

I was cleaning up things in the small room. The things were to the east of me. I was pulling them out of the closet and trying to organize them. I would have to pack them in my car. I felt uneasy as i did these things. Another person seemed to be in the room with me, asleep in a single bed against the eastern wall. I turned to the north to get some of my things from the floor. I seemed to have too many things, and i felt frustrated, not sure i could get them in the car. I thought that the flat red box did not actually have to go in my car. I could leave it here and not care too much about it. I did not want to leave anything, but i had to go, and i knew that i could not bring everything with me. I arranged several things on the floor, moving back and forth with some of the boxes to put them in my car.

12013 May 13

I was in the crowded theater with $F45. We had been watching the movie there. The cinema seemed to be an old stage theater that was being used as a cinema. It seemed rather fancy. We were standing in the crowd at the moment, and i seemed very distracted by the things around me. I could not focus on what was happening. I looked from place to place. We were then outside the theater, waiting in line for a show. I knew that we had already been in the theater seeing a show. We were in the middle of a large city, and it was dark out. I stood on the eastern side of the building, and the crowd was queued along the building to the east. The queue ran to the north, around the corner of the building. We seemed to be here for a film festival. I felt that i was looking for someone in the crowd. I said something to $F45, who was standing to the east of me, near the building, which seemed to be the theater. I turned to the west and looked across the street. I could see the queue of people waiting outside the building on the western side of the street. This was one of the theaters for the festival. The queue ran to the north, along the side of the building. I then noticed a queue to the north of me. $A437 was standing to the north of me, facing east. I wondered if the line to the north was actually a line for our theater. I knew that it started on the eastern side of the building and curved around to the north. I was surprised that the queue was long enough to warp around the building. The queue then seemed somehow related to the building to the west of me, and i thought that it must stretch even further around the building so that it was wrapping all the way back to the north of me. I knew that the people in the line to the west were not waiting for the same concert that we were waiting for, though.

12013 May 14

I stepped to the south, talking to the man behind the counter. The others with me were also saying something about the things that were on the counter or table just to the southwest of us. The table was low, and i looked at the boxes on it. The others were talking to the man. I noticed that the cubical boxes had pictures of sports figures on them. The man mentioned the boxes as a collectable, and i thought that they had some kind of collection of things inside. I walked to the south, into the back room of the small shop. The room was narrow and ran to the west. Simple wooden shelfs made from two-by-fours and plywood lined the northern and southern walls of the shop. A small square table was set up just to the west of the door, and i looked at the several square boxes on it. The were about two decis in height, and they had the same sports logos on them as the boxes in the other room, but i was able to see more detail in the figures on the boxes here. I felt somewhat interested in the boxes, and i wondered if they had a collectibles box for Kyle Dake. I looked at the tin boxes, noticing figures of gymnasts and other olympic sports. I spoke to the others, who were to the east of me, as i looked over the boxes for an image of a wrestler. The female gymnast on the box in the center of the table was standing with her arms over her head, and she was wearing white leotards with a blue area over her chest. I looked at some of the other boxes, but i did not see any images of Kyle on them. I then noticed that more boxes were on the shelfs against the southern wall. I walked a little further into the room, thinking that i could look over the boxes here. I felt a little uncomfortable going through the room, though. The boxes on the shelf seemed dusty. They might have been in storage for a while.

12013 May 15

I felt a little out of place in the store, not quite sure what i should do. The others were with me, and i moved to the north a little, pretending to look at the things here. I was not actually interested in the items in the store, but i had to pretend that i had a reason for being here. I grabbed a bag from one of the shelfs. It seemed to b e a bag of something for a dog. I felt as though someone was watching me. I did not really want the white bag of dog stuff, but i felt that i should carry it with me so that it looked like i had come here for something. For a moment, i thought about putting the bag back onto the shelf, but i held on to it anyway. I headed to the south, into the smaller room where some of the other people were. I was not sure what i should do, and i started looking for something. A small square pool was set into the ground to the southeast of me. I glanced at it for a moment, noticing that the dog was swimming in it. I felt a little annoyed by this, but decided that i did not care. I knew that the others did not want the dog in the pool, but i felt that i did not want to control someone else’s dog. A person was sitting to the east of me. I turned to the east and walked to the south of the person. A large white metal-frame was standing to the east of me. It seemed to be some kind of swiveling chair, which i thought was actually for a dog. It had an elevated seat. I put the bag of dog food that i had been carrying on the chair, realizing that i could easily get rid of the bag now because i had an appropriate place to put it. It seemed like the bag of dog food belonged on the chair, so it would be natural for me to place it there. I still felt out of place here. I was uninterested in the things in this place, and i was not sure what i should do here.

I was in the middle of my house, and i could hear people moving around near the door on the southern side of the house. I knew that some of the people had been on the deck, and they now seemed to be leaving. It sounded as though they had opened the back door to the house to leave. I could see them through some obstacles in the house as they walked out the back door. I started to feel bad that they were leaving, so i walked toward the door. They had come from the deck, which was on the western side of the house. The deck wrapped around the southwestern corner of the house, and they walked around the corner to leave the deck. I opened the back door of the house, looking out to see $A253 and $A278 walking to the east, up the driveway of my house. I glanced to the west, noticing that all of the other people had already left the deck. Items were scattered on the porch, looking as though a party had been held here. I felt suddenly upset that i had missed the party. I wanted to come out to see the others, but i had not, and i suddenly wondered why i did not hang out with them. I called to $A253 and $A278. They stopped and turned to look at me. I asked them what had happened on the porch, and they said that they had been having a party. I wished that i had gone out to visit them. I headed around the eastern side of the house, heading to the north, which became the west. I followed them into a small cafe, where some of the other people were. They seemed to be part of the group that worked with me. I felt upset that i had not been social with them when they were at the party. I told someone that i had a meeting, trying to make my self feel more comfortable here. I felt bad that i was not actually invited to the party on my deck. I complained to $F45 about this.

12013 May 17

I moved around in the front yard of my parents’ house. Several things seemed to be on the green grass in the yard. I was not sure what i should be doing, and i felt anxious. I moved back and froth from the house, heading to the south to look at something on the lawn. I then turned back to the north. The others were in the back room of my parents’ house, to the north of me. The television was on the northern end of the eastern wall, and it seemed to be turned on. I started thinking about a song, and music was running through my mind. The song was from David Bowie. I started out humming the opening guitar part to “Scary Monsters”. The song was very clear in my mind, and something seemed special about the style of the music. I backed to the south, saying something to the person who was now standing just to the north of me as i stood at the southern end of the back room. The person said something, and i mentioned the song to them. I then start singing the song again as i turned to the south and then east. I imagined that i was traveling in the small clear plastic pod. I turned to the southeast, looking out across the front yard of the house. It seemed to be summer, and the sky was hazy but sunny. I sat backward to the south, lowering myself into the top of the plastic pod. The pod started to float to the east. this seemed very special to me, and i imagined that the pod could actually fly. It was part of my imagination, thought. I looked at the trees as i passed to the east. I was suddenly aware of the high-power lines that crossed the road from the south. I passed very close to them, and i realized that i would have to be careful. I was not really able to fly well, so i was barely able to stay above the ground. I tried to gain elevation, thinking that i was flying too low. I then noticed the black power lines to the south of me. I had to stay away from them. I tried to raise myself into the air, but i started heading down. I felt frustrated with this. I did not want to hit the lines.

12013 May 18

I walked to the north, down the western side of the darkened street. I seemed to be on the outskirts of a small city. A short cement wall ran to the west of me. It seemed like the railing to a bridge. I walked quickly. I started to pass a woman, who was also walking to the north on the cement sidewalk. I started passing to the west of her, but she seemed familiar. I looked over at her, but realized that i could not get a clear look at her because something like a hood of a sweatshirt seemed to be over my head. I tried to look around it for a moment, but finally pulled it back and looked at the woman. I realized that she was $A17. I said hello to her and asked her how she was doing. She greeted me with a smile, and she talked about her classes. She seemed to be studying for a degree. She mentioned her chemistry test that she had to take for her job. I was interested and started talking to her about the test. I said that it was interesting to me. She seemed to be studying this for a medical degree, but that did not seem quite correct. I mentioned something about the periodic table, saying that i remembered studying it when i took chemistry. She said something about the table, and i told her that i remembered the structure of the table and how it related to the shells of electrons around the atoms. I looked at the boxes at the top of the periodic table, mentioning to $A17 that the table itself was arranged because of the shells. I thought that i could remember drawing diagonal lines through the boxes. The lines slanted down to the left. They represented how electrons would fill the shells of the atoms. $A17 walked on to the west. I looked at the tall brick wall to the north of me, noticing the periodic table on the wall. It had some significance to what i was doing. I tried to figure out how the shells worked again, and i looked it over, trying to remember how the diagonal lines determined the order in which the electrons would fill their shells around the nucleus of the atom.

I was sitting at the back of the long narrow room, on the western side of the room. I was with the other person, and he was to the north of me. Someone had directed us to our seats, and she seemed to be an airline steward. She stood to the northeast of me as i sat down. I was in the last row of chairs on the airplane. The room seemed a little dingy, and i felt a little uncomfortable here. The steward said that we were getting ready for take off. I felt nervous as i sat in my chair, which was against the orange southern wall of the airplane. Four or five cushioned chairs ran along the western wall of the room, and i was in the southern most chair. As i made myself comfortable, i realized that the large window to the south of me was open. I felt annoyed, thinking that the window should have been closed before we started take off. The airplane was already moving to the east, thought, heading for the runway. I did not feel safe in this airplane, but i tried to get comfortable in the seat. I looked to the east, noticing that the airplane was moving down the center of a long tunnel. The old tunnels had large dull-yellow tiles on the domed walls and ceiling. I started to feel more uncomfortable, realizing that the airplane was trying to take off from the middle of the tunnel. The tunnel did not seem to have enough room for an airplane to take off. I tried not to pay attention to the tunnel around us, but i felt very nervous about being in an airplane that was running down the center of a tunnel. Something about the airplane seemed run down and unmaintained. I thought that this was a low-cost flight, which meant that it was not properly maintained. The airplane turned a little to the northeast, and i heard something hit the wall of the tunnel. I thought that the wing tip of the airplane must have hit the wall of the tunnel. I thought that this could be a good thing because the airplane would have to stop, but then i felt more nervous because i thought that the wing of the airplane might have been damaged. The pilot of the airplane spoke over the speaker, telling us that the airplane was fine and that the collision with the wall of the tunnel did no damage to the wings. I still felt nervous. The plane came to a large open chamber at the northeastern end of the tunnel. I could see the nose of the airplane as it started to turn around to the west. It would be heading back out the tunnel the way we had come in. I thought that it had come into the tunnel so that it could get a longer distance to fly over. The airplane started accelerating to the west. I did not think that it was safe enough to fly the airplane in the tunnel, but i did not know what i could do. I then looked to the west, noticing that the corridor to the west from the chamber that we were in was very narrow. I did not understand how the wings of the airplane could fit down the tunnel to the west. The airplane came to a sudden stop just short of the tunnel entrance. I noticed that the nose of the airplane was closer to the northern side of the passageway than to the southern side. We must have been misaligned, and the pilot must have stopped the airplane to prevent the wings from hitting the walls. I felt a little relieved about this. I turned to the person to the right of me, talking about the dangers of trying to fly an airplane in a tunnel. I then started thinking about the periodic table, and i said something about it to the other person. I was still trying to picture it in my mind, thinking that the shape of the table said something important.

12013 May 19

I had been walking through the museum with $F45 and the other person. The building was large and modern, and the areas inside seemed crowded with displays and small machines. The museum seemed like a science center, with modern exhibits that were fun to play with. I wandered to the west. The large rectangular room that i was in seemed to be on the front of the building. The room was long east to west, and the eastern end seemed to be at the front of the building. Exhibits were on the northern and southern walls of the room, making it seem more like a corridor. I stopped near the western end of the room, where a wide doorway led to the west, into a smaller cement room that seemed like a hall or atrium. I walked through the doors with $F45, talking about something in the museum. $F45 wanted to see something, but i wanted to head to the west. I looked back to the east, noticing that i could see the second floor of the museum from the atrium. the room i had been in to the east had a low ceiling, which was about three meters high. The western edge of the second floor was a thick cement block, and a short wall and railing ran across the edge of it. On the southern end of the second floor, i could see the rounded end of a stairwell that ascended to the upper floors. The stairwell ascended to the east, but it seemed to have a landing on the western end. I thought that i was actually on the second floor of the museum, and i was looking at the stairwell on the third floor. I remembered that the upper floors of the building all had a set of zigzagging staircases connecting them. The first and second floors were the only two that did not have a consistent set of stairwells. I started to look around the room near me. I thought that i should head up the stairs to the upper level because i thought that $F45 had gone up to the fifth floor. He had been excited about something up there and wanted to see it again. I felt a little annoyed with him because he had left me alone without saying anything again. I looked at the cement wall to the south of me, where a recessed area seemed to be a counter. It was one of the exhibits, but no one was in the booth at the moment. Two short black walls extended from the southern wall, enclosing a small area. The western wall ran about two meters from the main wall of the room, and an exit door was in the western end of the southern wall. I noticed a small square pool in the ground just to the east of the short black wall. The pool was about three meters wide and about four meters long. The water in it was clear, and the bottom and sides had a blue hue. I looked at the pool for a moment, thinking that some exhibit had been there. I then realized that i did not have my things with me. I wondered where i had left them. I looked around the room for a moment, focusing on the short counter to the west, which extended from the western wall. My jacket had been lying on it, along with my cell phone and a small book. I picked them up with my right hand and held them for a moment. I then looked to the south again. I was now standing in the doorway in the southern wall of the building, looking outside. A short cement walkway ran from the door to a paved path that wandered across the grassy lawn. A small pond was to the southwest of me. It seemed somehow connected with the pool inside, and i thought that the pond would also be used for exhibits of animal shows. A tall cinderblock wall ran along the western side of the pond. I looked to the south, across the flat landscape. The lawn was nicely manicured, with yellow patches of flowers here and there. A road seemed to run east to west to the south of us. The road also seemed like a water canal. A two story plain building stood to the southeast, on the southern side of the road or canal. This building also seemed to have something to do with the science museum. I started to say something to the other people who were near me. I then realized that i could hear the sound of a siren in the distance. I stopped to listen for a moment. The siren seemed like a fire siren. Several sirens were sounding now, from different distances. I started to feel that something was wrong. I thought that they might be tornado sirens. I looked around in the sky. The sky to the southwest of us was dark gray, but it was a uniform shade of gray and did not look like storm clouds. A few other people were standing with me in the doorway. I said something to them about the sirens, concerned that a storm might be coming. One of the men with me seemed to work for the museum. He seemed to be wearing a dark-bluish-green button-up shirt. I asked him about the sirens, saying that i was not from this area so i did not know what they meant. We started to walk to the east, into the center of the building. The cement atrium where i had been before was now to the north of where we were, and a darkened corridor ran to the east. Lights on the sides of the corridor seemed to be exhibits. As we approached the doorway leading to the corridor, i wondered if someone had an internet connection so that we could look at the local weather report. I told the man that we would have to confirm that the sirens were a warning for a tornado. Before we reached the archway, though, the alarm inside the building sounded. Someone must have known what the sirens outside meant and was turning on the alarms to get the people to safety. I asked the man in the green shirt what was happening. I then looked up to the northeast, looking at the stairs to the upper levels again. I wondered where $F45 was. He had wandered off on his own interests and left me here. I wanted to go up to look for him, but i thought that it was harder to get to the third floor from here. The stairs on the upper floors were all in one column, so it was easy to ascend and descend the levels quickly, but the stairs between the first three floors were spread out. The stairwell seemed to be in the western wall. I could not easily climb up to the upper floors to find $F45. I wanted to go up to get $F45. I then looked to the east. I could now see out across the low skyline of the city. The sky was tan, and a tall straight tornado was in the center of my view. A second smaller tornado was to the southeast of the first. The smaller tornado had a curve in it so that the lower part of the tornado was more to the south of the upper part. I felt suddenly worried. I had to get to the sheltered area within the science center. I then realized that i had left my things on the counter near the western wall. I ran back to the west to grab them from the short wall that was on the western side of the small indoor pond. My phone and a small notebook were on the wall, but i did not see my jacket, which i had been carrying. I wondered where it had gone. I felt distracted. I ran back to the east, into the center of the building. The man in the green shirt was directing people to head to the east. I followed them down the wide room to the eastern end. I thought that we should be moving toward the interior of the building, but, instead, he had brought us to a room on the eastern side of the building. The room had a tall ceiling and a rounded eastern wall. The corridor that we had been following ended in the northern end of the western wall of the room. A high plaster wall ran from the southern side of the corridor into the room. The wall became lower in steps as it ran to east, following a ramp that sloped down into the room. I ran to the southern end of the ramp, looking around the large room. Tall thin windows ran the vertical length of the eastern wall. This was not correct. We should no be in a room with windows. The storm would break the glass and throw the shards at us. I felt confused, looking around at the other walls of the room. The northern and southern walls of the room had smaller windows. The rounded center area of the room seemed to have small black tables, and a service bar seemed to be on the western side of the area. An upper level of the room ran to the west of the lower eating area. It seemed to be three or four meters higher than the lower floor of the room, but only a meter or so higher than the floor level of the corridor that we had come down. I then noticed the large stained-glass windows on the western wall. They looked like cathedral windows, with about seven vertical panes. The panes formed a single arch across the top of the windows. This room did not seem safe in a tornado because of the exposed windows. I walked back up the ramp to the west, stopping at the entrance to the corridor. The man in the green shirt was standing at the entrance, directing people into the room. I told him that this was not a good place, trying to suggest to him that we move to a basement room or interior room. I then realized that he was in charge in this place, and i felt awkward questioning him. I knew that this was not a safe place, though, and i told him about the windows. He seemed to agree with me, but shrugged. I asked him if there was a basement to the building. He said that there was, but that this was the correct area for people to stay in. I was not sure about this as i looked around the room. I then realized that i could not see $F45 in the small crowd that was gathering in the center of the room. $F45 must still be on one of the upper floors. I wanted to go find him. I called to the man in the green, telling him that others must still be in the museum. I told him that my friend must be on one of the upper floors. I wondered what i should do. I then looked to the east. I could see the tan sky through one of the tall thin windows. The wide tornado was just outside the building. It was very close to us, and i knew that it was going to hit the building. I moved to the west. the short wall now seemed to circle the central dining area of the room. I looked back at the eastern wall. The tornado now seemed to be pressing up against the building, spreading out across the eastern wall. I thought that the windows must be made of plexiglas, which meant that they would not break as easily. I wondered for a moment if they would actually withstand the force of the tornado. I turned back to the west and crouched down against the wall, thinking that the windows would eventually give and the black clouds of swirling dust would come into the room. I covered my eyes, wondering what would happen. When i opened them, i looked around the room to see that the room had been torn apart. The tan and brown walls were torn into pieces and scattered across the floor. I thought that the people in here must have been lucky to survive the tornado. I looked to the south, realizing that i could not see any other people in the rubble. I was surprised. I looked to the north. I seemed to be the only one in the room now. The eastern wall was nothing more than a metal fame now, and the ceiling seemed to be a pile of debris in the middle of the room. I was surprised to think that i was the only survivor. The others must have been swept away by the storm. I felt strange. I then saw the remains of the short wall to the west of me. I could have been hiding on the inside of the wall. I had crouched on the eastern side of the wall, but i thought that the western side must have been better protected. I jumped to the western side of the wall, pretending that i was reliving the scenario. I then moved around in the rubble. I looked to the east, seeing the street through the framework of the eastern wall. $F45 had driven up to the front of the building in a large tan car, and he was getting out now. Another man got out of the car with him. He moved toward the museum. I said hello to him, feeling a little confused. I wondered where my car was. $F45 had come in another car, so he did not have it with him. My car had been outside the museum. I thought that it would be destroyed. I looked to the south, seeing the road that ran between the two buildings of the museum. Part of a roof still seemed to cross over the road between the building. I could see a blue Prius in the middle of the road. It had been blown by the wind and was now sitting at an awkward angle in the middle of the street. It seemed damaged a little, but it was not destroyed. I then realized that i did not have my keys with me. They were still in my jacket, which should have been somewhere in the museum. I said this to $F45 and turned to walk to the west, back into the building. I then felt suddenly angry with him, realizing that he had been with someone else outside the museum. I had been worried about him, but he was not even in the museum when it got hid. I had started walking to the west, to look for my things, but i turned down a narrow corridor to the south, wanting to get away from $F45. I felt childish, but i was not sure what else i should do. I stopped at the end of the corridor, just out of sight. I did not want him to see me, and i did not want to see him at the moment. I was not sure what i should do. I stood for a moment as the scene changed around me. I was angry that $F45 had left without telling me. I was then back in the large room at the eastern side of the building, looking to the south at the car. I turned to the west, to walk into the interior of the building. I had left my jacket somewhere near the western end of the room with the pool. Just as i started to head over the pile of tan rubble, i realized that construction equipment was to the west of me, digging through the rubble. I had thought that the emergency workers were not here yet, so no one would actually stop us from going into the museum. The large truck with the claw arm lifted up part of the rubble just to the west of me. It tipped up rolls of carpeting, which lifted into the air and then tipped over the top of me. The rolls of debris would burry me. This seemed strange. I wondered if the truck was intentionally trying to burry me here so that i did not leave the museum. It seemed a strange way to die after surviving a tornado.

12013 May 20

I felt nervous as i paced around the crowded area. This place was $P31. I had come back here for school. It seemed that i was in the middle of my senior year of high school, and i had come here to finish my studies. I remembered this place, thought the school looked quite different. I looked around at the desks that were in the room. A woman was helping me get ready for school. This was my first day here, so she was checking me in and getting my schedules for classes. I felt very strange being here, as though it was not quite right that i was here. The woman said something to me, and i followed her to the east, down a corridor. We then turned north and came into a smaller office. She was getting the schedule from a desk to the east of me as i waited nervously. It did not feel right that i was here again. I did not want to be here, but i felt as though i did not have another choice. The woman handed me a schedule, pointing out where my classes would be. I looked at the books that were in my hand. The woman had given them to me. They were text books for my courses. The woman said something about them as i looked them over. I noticed that the small paperback books were not in the pile. She said that i would have to buy some of the novels, and i told her that i had several of the novels at home. She shook her head, commenting that the books would be expensive. She had a rounded face with curly short fake-blond hair. She seemed overweight. I told her that i could get the books at Amazon or at a store and that they would not be that expensive. I then heard the sound of a class bell to the south of me, in the hallway. It seemed like the correct time for me to leave the office and make my way to class. I asked the woman if that was the first bell, meaning the bell that starts the change in classes. She said that it was a “good bell”, which i did not understand. She motioned with her head to the northeast. I looked out the window in the northern wall, seeing students in the courtyard outside. They seemed to be on their lunch break. I then realized that the area that the students were in was a new area. This part of the building did not exist when i had been here long ago. I leaned to the east to fill out some paperwork on the desk. As i wrote something on the paper, i realized that i was wearing a decorative shirt. It was mostly brown, with red and purple designs in it. I felt suddenly uncomfortable, thinking that the other students would mock me for wearing something so different. I should have worn a plain shirt. I stood back up, thinking that i should head to class. I felt very nervous about this. I then remembered that i was taking the second part of my senior year. This seemed suddenly strange. I was much older than a high-school student. I wondered suddenly why i was here. I should have graduated high school a long time ago. I then thought that i had actually graduated high school before, and that i had graduated college. Something seemed out of place here, and i felt that i really did not belong here. I gathered my things from the office and headed to the northeast, across the cafeteria area. I paused in the middle of the room, wondering what i should do. I could now hear music playing in the room. People were sitting at the round tables along the southern wall of the room, watching someone to the west of them. My nose felt suddenly wet, and i thought that i would need a tissue. I backed up to the west a little, looking for a tissue. I remembered that they had been on the table on the western side of the room. I noticed the man playing guitar on the western end of the southern side of the room. He was facing east, and i realized that he was Barak Obama. The round table with the tissues was against the western wall, just to the northwest of Barak. I wanted to grab a tissue from the table, but i felt hesitant, thinking that, because Barak was the President, he would be guarded. I should not get so close to him. I felt a little nervous as i slowly reached for a tissue and pulled one out of the box. A large gray speaker was on the table to the south of the box of tissues. It was playing the music than Barak was singing. It seemed to be projecting the sound of the guitar with him singing. Something seemed wrong with the sound, though. It was not quite right. I tried to adjust the speaker, thinking that it was not projecting the sound correctly. I looked up at Barak as he played guitar and sang to the people. I listened to the music, realizing that the music was actually in synch with his lips as he sang. I had thought that he might be pretending to sing the song, but it now seemed that he actually was singing. I turned a knob on the speaker so that the sound came out clearly. I then backed to the north before the security guards got angry that i was too close to the President. I walked to the northern side of the room.

I was in the back room of my parents’ house. I had heard a noise to the east, but i was not sure what it was. I thought that it was probably deer running through the trees on the eastern side of the yard. People had been staying at the house, but they were now outside to the east somewhere. I looked out the large window of the house, trying to see them. It was dark outside. I then spotted a man walking across the lawn to the east of the house. He was carrying a bundle under his left arm. The bundle seemed to be a tent or sleeping bag. He had come from the small corral to the east of the barn, which was to the northeast of the house. The others had been camping there with their tents. He seemed annoyed, and i wondered why he was moving his things in the middle of the night. I then noticed some other people moving through the trees and undergrowth to the east of me, south of where the people would be camping. The people in the trees had small flashlights and were moving to the south as if looking for something. I wondered what they were up to and thought that they might be hunting a deer. I tapped on the window to get the attention of the man carrying his sleeping roll, and he glared at me as he continued walking toward the driveway, which was just to the east of me now. He had been walking to the southwest, but wandered more westward, toward me. He was going to say something to me about what was happening. I then noticed that several other people were gathering their things from the corral and heading to the southwest. As the neared me, he said that he was getting out of the way of the people hunting the deer. I then heard more movement in the woods to the east. I thought that it must be the deer running to the south. I asked the man if the noise had come from the deer. When i looked up, though, i could see a small group of people riding horses through the forest. They were accompanied by a number of people on foot. They had flashlights and were heading to the south, through the vegetation. I was surprised to see so many of them. I looked to the northeast again, seeing that our guests were taking tents away from the corral. I realized that the people on horses must have run through the corral and disturbed the campers. There were many of them, and i started to feel uneasy about them. I thought that they must be the survivalists who had been staying on the hill to the north of the house. I remembered seeing individuals walking to the west of my parents’ house in the past. They must have been living near the northern edge of the property, in the middle of the young forest. I remembered being weary of the few that i had seen before, but they must have been gathering a colony there. They were now hunting with horses and guns, moving through the forest to the east of the house. It seemed strange that so many had been living in the forest there, and i felt uncomfortable and nervous thinking that they were in the area. They did not seem safe. I looked back at my friends, who had been camping. They were now leaving the area.

12013 May 21

The choir stood to the southwest of me, on the southern side of the area. They were singing a song, and i was singing with them. My voice felt very good as i sang, and i thought that it actually sounded rather good. I listened to the song as i sang, trying to stay on the correct notes. I was singing the first chorus of “Ziggy Stardust”. I stopped after a few moments, thinking about the song. I then started to explain to the woman, who was to the south of me, that i was not quite reaching the high notes. I felt that i could not quite get that high. I started the section again, listening to the notes that i was singing. The section started low, but it would become higher in pitch by the end. I tried to get the high notes again, but still seemed to be straining to reach them. I then realized that i was no longer singing the same song. I was now singing “Do Rey Me”.

I was pushing the bicycle down the street to the west, across the narrow alley between the suburban buildings. The large building to the north of me seemed to be the church near $P1. I turned my bicycle back to the east and headed north on $P28. I noticed two women walking down the center of the street to the northeast of me. One of them was $A253. The other woman was taller and heavy set. She also seemed older than $A253. I approached them and talked to them about something. We then turned to the west, entering the driveway between the church and the house. The church was to the south. A large dark-green dumpster was in the northeastern corner of the small asphalt lot that was the driveway. I was still pushing the bicycle as i reached the western end of the lot, but i realized that i actually had two bicycles. They were tied together so that the second black bicycle was roped to rear of the first blue bicycle. The white rope ran from the back of the blue bicycle to the handlebar stem of the second bicycle. I turned the bicycles to the north, rolling them toward the opening in the tall chain-link fence that surrounded the small parking lot. I noticed that the rope was now trailing from the bicycles, dragging a long white fabric rope behind the bicycles. I turned the bicycles back to the south, thinking that i should remove the white tape from them. I was annoyed that it was there. I thought that i could simply throw the tape into the dumpster to the east of me. I started unwrapping the two bicycles. A thick black chain was actually holding the two bicycles together. The white tape had simply been added on to the end of the chain, but it was now unraveling from the bicycles. I unhooked the chain, noticing the large hook on one of the ends. I wanted to keep the chain to hook the bicycles together. I pulled the white tape off of the chain and started to bundle it up so that i could throw it out. The others were walking around me now.

12013 May 22

I was looking to the north-northwest. I seemed to be standing with a few other people, looking out a large arched window. The others were standing to the east of me. A small frozen pond was to the northwest of us, and i watched the boys standing on it. One of them was wearing blue jeans and a black jacket. He was a hooligan, and he crushed one of the dirty-yellow ducklings under his right boot. I was surprised by this. The boy was very violent, and what he was doing seemed terrible. The others talked about it. I said something about the boys as i watched them. The other boys seemed to be standing around on the ice. I then noticed several adult ducks sitting on the pond. They seemed concerned about the boy, but did not move. I thought that the boy was going to kill them as well. I felt upset with the boy, but was not sure what to do. The boy then moved toward some of the ducks. He lifted his foot and crushed something small. It was not a duck, but i realized that it was one of the eggs from the ducks. The ducks should have been upset about this, and i hoped that they tried to attack the boys.

I watered the hanging plant, which was to the east of me. The plant grew quickly in response to the water. We were in a special place. The plant was not used to the abundance of water that we were able to feed it, so it was growing unusually quickly as i watered it. Long pale-green limbs grew up from the pot and reached down its sides. This white fruit, which looked like young squash, grew on the ends of the limbs. I pulled one off and ate it, thinking that it was rather good. I watered the plant again and watched it grow a new limb quickly. I thought that i was here with other researchers. This vegetation was actually alien to us. It normally grew in a very barren condition. I noticed the light from the sun illuminating the northern wall of the room where i was. The western wall seemed to be an open wood structure, which cast a grid of shadows on the ground. The sun was not even that high in the southwestern sky, but the plant could grow without it. It was so deprived of light in its normal life that it was not used to growing under these conditions. The plants actually seemed to be from Mars. We were cultivating them to see how they would grow. I watched another stalk grow as i added more water. I then thought that i should let some of the fruit on the plant grow more slowly to see how it would taste. I thought that, when the fruit grew under its normal speed, it would have more flavor than the fruit that grew quickly. Others were around me now in the small building. They had come in from the south. I moved to the southern side of the hanging pot and looked into the pot. The plant was growing from the center section of the pot, but very little dirt as now in the pot. I realized that the plant was using up the resources in the dirt when it grew, so it had soaked up the sail. I could see the bottom of the dark-green plastic pot on the southern side of the pot. Some dark soil still covered the northern part of the pot. I would have to put more soil into the pot so that the roots were covered. I looked around the small shed-like area around me, but did not see any dirt. We were in a small research building on Mars, but the dirt i had used in the planter came from Earth. We could not simply dig up dirt from outside because it would not have any nutritional content for the plants. It would be mostly sand. I wondered where we could get more dirt. I then noticed a pile of something on the ground to the southwest. I walked over to it, but realized that it was a pile of bags that were filled with rocks. It was not actually soil. The other people had some soil for some of the other plants, but i knew that i could not use it because it was intended for something else. I looked around the large rocks that were on the ground. I knew that there was no dirt there, but i looked anyway. I then headed to the northwest, into the corner of the building. Several old cardboard beer cases were piled on the floor. They had been used by the older astronauts who had been here before. They did not have anything useful in them. I started to feel that we did not really have enough supplies for us. I looked through several things in the northwestern side of the room. There were not enough supplies here for us. I felt annoyed by this, wondering if we had wasted any of them. I suddenly felt thirsty, and i wanted some water, but i did not think that we had enough for us. This annoyed me, and i started to worry that we might not have enough supplies to survive here.

12013 May 23

I moved to the south, down the driveway that was to the east of the house, which seemed like $F1’s old house. The others were to the west, in the front lawn of the house. I felt that i was somehow special, and i said something to the others. We were playing some kind of game, and i seemed to be something like an elf. I hopped as i moved to the south, down the driveway. I said something to the other two people near the porch of the house. One of them was sitting on the front steps of the house, and the other was standing just to the west of the steps. The one standing glared at me skeptically as i headed down the driveway. I thought that the others were supposed to chase me as part of the game. I was supposed to be something odd to them. Instead, they ran to the west, into the back yard of the house. They were hiding from me. I felt annoyed. I headed back to the north, up the cement sidewalk that was on the western side of the street. I could see the others in the yard to the northwest of me. It was the back yard of the house. I felt uneasy now, thinking that the people did not actually like me for some reason. They felt aggressive toward me, and i started to think that i might not be safe here. I wanted to be in the yard with them, though. A wall was now to the west of me. It was made of large blocks and seemed to be a retaining wall. The sidewalk and the road sloped down slightly to the north, but the yard stayed at the same elevation. I looked into the back yard of the house, seeing the green grass. I could only make out parts of people through the tall wooden fence that seemed to be on top of the retaining wall. I felt separated from them and wanted to go into the yard where they were, but i still felt that they might try to attack me for being different. I moved to the south a little, noticing an area of the wall that had a metal grate over it. The grate was made of thin metal and formed the shapes of diamonds between the metal lattice. I could see some grass beyond. I pushed on some thin metal rods that ran in front of the grate, trying to see if i could push the grate open. It did not move, though. I felt a little annoyed by this and tried to push again. I then realized that the area beyond the grate was actually within a building. I was at the cement-block wall that was actually the eastern wall of a garage. A wooden door was just to the north of where the grate was in the wall. I knew that i could not get in through the door because it was locked. I backed a way from the grate a little, wondering what to do. I then heard the sound of other people in the garage. They walked from the south past the grate and door. I felt a little hesitant to let them know that i was here, but i wanted to see the others. I listened to them talk for a while, and i realized that one of them sounded like $F42. I moved to the wooden door, which had a window in the upper half. I stood close to the window and waved as i heard the others walking back to the south. I tried to get their attention. I heard the voices stop near the door, and then i saw the faint shapes of faces in the darkness. One of them seemed to be $F42. I smiled to them, hoping that they would let me in. I felt uneasy, though, thinking that they would not.

I stopped for a moment, thinking about the journey that i had just come on. I had been walking for what seemed like a very long time. I remembered walking between the buildings from the beach-like area to the west. It seemed that i had started walking up the road on the eastern side of the houses, heading north. I turned to look back to the south, down the long forested valley. I still seemed to be in a suburban area, but i could only see the mountains and trees to the south. A rounded ridge of low hills ran north to south along the western side of the valley. I had been walking along the eastern side of them, but i remembered coming through the gap in the hills. I looked for the gap in the ridge. I felt that it should be a long way away because i had been traveling for so long. I could see a low spot in the hills near the southern end of the valley. It looked like several kilometers away. I felt tired and was not sure i wanted to walk all the way back.

12013 May 24

I was in the room of the house, and $K19 was standing to the south of me. She was very young, and she seemed happy to be with me. I joked with her, tossing her into the air as we spoke. It seemed that some of our family had been in the building, but now they had left. I felt a little uncertain about this, but i tried to keep $K19 happy. She asked me questions, which i felt a little uncomfortable answering. I lifted her over my head, and she put her legs over my shoulders. I felt a little uncomfortable with this because she was still facing me, and her calfs were on the sides of my neck. I put her back onto the ground to the south of me, telling her something about our relatives. She seemed concerned about them now, and she asked me where they were. I told her that she would be as tall as $K2. She seemed interested in this, asking about $K2. Some of our family now seemed to be to the southwest of us now, in the other room. I moved to the west, but then realized that i was outside of the house. The house was to the south and east of me, and i was with the other person. I wanted to get back into the house, where my family was. I turned back to the east and opened the door. I walked into a small short corridor with ashen-green walls. I remembered this corridor from before. This building had been something else before my family lived here, and i remembered it from back then. I followed the other person through the door in the eastern end of the short corridor. I stopped on the eastern side, though, looking to the north. I could see part of the kitchen through a doorway in the northern wall. My grandmother was standing in front of a counter near the northern wall. She seemed surprised to see me, and i realized that she was in the kitchen with several other relatives of mine. She was having a dinner party with them, and she seemed annoyed that i had come. I felt suddenly like i was intruding, and i wondered if i should leave. She said something to her guests, who were to the east of her, and then she turned to do something on the counter to the north of her. I felt very uneasy suddenly, and i headed to the west again, back through the corridors of the building. This building was actually $P7, but it had changed. I was walking through the area that had been the cafeteria. I remembered the short pale-green corridor as the corridor than ran from the stairwell to the back of the kitchen. I was in the basement area of the building. The building had been changed, though. As i continued to the west, i came into an open area. I remembered this as the garage behind the school. The floor and walls were cement, and the ceiling above me ended, making the western end of the room taller. A stairway descended to the west, into the southern side of the room. Objects were standing around the room. They seemed like large fire trucks, but i knew that the trucks were no longer worked on here. This was now a living space. I passed the cars, thinking that this place still smelled of motor oil. I would have to say that to my relatives. Something felt strange here, and i felt a little out of place. I continued to the west, across the room.

12013 May 26

I was lying in the bed that was against the southern wall of the room. I seemed to be in the large bed that was in the upstairs bedroom of my grandmother’s house. I heard something to the north of me, and i looked up at the doorway in the center of the northern wall. I could not see anything, but i thought that someone might be there. I relaxed for a moment, not sure that anyone was in the room. I tried to get back to sleep. Someone was sleeping to the east of me, and i could feel their legs lying over the top of mine. I wondered if i was sleeping near my grandmother. I then heard the sound again. I looked up and saw a dark figure in the doorway. Someone was standing in the room. I tried to yell something at them, but i could not make any noise. I started to feel concerned. I yelled again, trying to say “Hey!”, but i could not quite make the noise. I looked at the darkened doorway, no longer able to see the figure.

I walked to the northeast, through the large modern lobby of the library. I had been doing something to the southwest, but i wanted to get back to someplace. I reached the glass doors, which were in the northern wall of the building. I pushed open the door as i passed through. As i came outside, a woman was heading into the library, so i held the door open for her. This seemed like a very nice thing for me to do. I waited for a moment as the woman, who was wearing a brown overcoat, and a young girl walked through the door. I was holding open the western door of the double glass doors, and the woman and the child passed to the east of me. The woman looked back at me as the child walked through the door. She seemed distracted and tense. I let the door go and headed to the north, thinking about the college campus around me. I seemed to be in the middle of a grassy quadrangle. A street ran across the northern side of the quadrangle, and an old gray stone building stood to the west. It seemed to have several small spires reaching up from the roofline. The brown and black modern library building was to the south of me. I floated over the grass, thinking that it was something special. I was then aware that the other people around the quadrangle might see me flying and think it unusual. I thought that they might be afraid of it, and i thought that i should move away from the campus. I started moving to the west, down the road that was to the north of the quadrangle. $F45 was in the car with me as i drove. It seemed as though we had to get to somewhere. I thought that i had to get something done, and i felt anxious about it. I hurried to the west, but had to stop the car so that i could do something. I pulled the car over to the northern side of the road. $F45 was still sitting in the driver’s seat when i got out of the car and walked south. He seemed annoyed that he would have to stay here, and he was taking a nap in the car. I felt a little annoyed with him, but i tried to ignore him for the moment. I had left the car on a town street, with buildings on both sides of the road. I looked back, seeing the small blue car sitting on the side of the street. It was a wide road that seemed to run through the shopping district of the town. I floated to the west. I still seemed to be on the college campus, even thought most of the campus was to the east of me at the moment. I was aware that people were still walking around on this part of the campus. I was uneasy with people seeing me fly. I did not want them to report me. I then thought that $F45 would be able to see me flying. He never believed that i could to that before, but he could not see me doing it. I looked to the southwest, across a small grassy field to the south of the road. A steep cliff ran to the south of us. It seemed to drop into a valley far below. The field ran to the south of me as well. I started floating toward the cliff, thinking that i wanted to see something over the edge of it. I looked to the southwest, where a gorge made a wide indent in the top of the cliff. A patch of yellow grass ran along the edge of the cliff near the gorge opening. I wondered what the valley would look like on the other side of the cliff. I could not see it from where i was, so i thought that i had to float upward a little to see down over the edge of the cliff. I floated to the south, toward the edge of the cliff. I felt a little nervous, thinking that i would have to be careful not to float over the edge of the cliff. I felt nervous about floating that high. I then noticed the modern apartment complex to the south of me, on the edge of the cliff. It blocked my view of the valley below. I would have to get closer to the cliff to see the valley. As i floated to the south, i looked at the apartment complex. It was a strangely designed building. It was ashen tan, with an uneven outer wall that sloped inward as it approached the roof. The building almost seemed to be mounds of dirt. Horizontal lines across the surface of the building were formed by rows of windows and balconies, all of which seemed to be at different levels in different parts of the building. I liked the design of the building, but it seemed very strange. I concentrated on flying upward, thinking that i would have to gain more elevation to make it over the apartments. My vision was obscured, but i caught a glimpse of the cliff below me. It seemed to curve to the north, with a pointed arm reaching out to the south, somewhere to the southeast of the apartments. The land seemed suddenly far below me, and i worried that i had gone up too quickly. I felt nervous and tried to control my flight more. I closed my eyes to focus. I was then back on the street near the college campus. I looked to the west as the small tan car drove to the west, passing just to the north of me. $F45 was driving the car. I felt suddenly annoyed with him, thinking that he was leaving me again. I followed the car for a little bit, trying to talk to him, but he speeded off to the west. I was upset that he was leaving, thinking that he was going to hang out with someone else. I headed back to the east, toward the theater. I had been to the theater before, and i had to return there. I walked down the northern sidewalk, thought the center of the small city. I tried to remember the buildings around me. I knew that the theater was somewhere to the northwest, on the western side of one of the side streets. I remembered what it had been like when i was there before, and i hoped that i would recognize it now. I saw a small group of people gathered on the sidewalk ahead of me. They were gathering to head to someplace. A woman in a long wool coat chatted with a man to the south of her. I was looking at them from the east of them, and i could see myself approaching them from the west. The woman had a rounded belly and leaned back a little as she spoke. I thought that these people were here for the theater. I turned to the north, heading up the street where the people seemed to have been coming from. I scanned the buildings ahead of me on the western side of the street, looking for something familiar. I remembered that the theater was a green building. I had been in the black interior room of the theater, seeing a show with $F43. I pictured the room and could see myself sitting in a white plastic chair near the northern wall. $F43 was sitting to the east of me. The main theater was to the north of us, through a doorway in the northern wall, which seemed to be just to the east of us. Several people were wandering around between the theater and the lobby where we were. The walls were black, but they were worn and faded. The eastern wall of the lobby seemed to be a glass window with many panes. I was walking up the street, looking at the buildings, trying to spot one that looked like the theater. I then saw the front door of a building that looked familiar. The wooden frame of the door was painted white, and the building was painted green. This looked familiar, but it did not have a wide area in front of it that was covered with a green awning. I paused in front of the building for a moment, trying to decide if this was the correct building. It looked right, but it was not exactly the same. I then realized that the building just to the north of it seemed to be connected, and i thought that both buildings might be the theater. The store to the south had the large open window, and the one to the north had a blank wall. I thought that the one to the north must be the theater space, and the southern area was probably the lobby. The awning should have been drawn over the northern building, but it was probably not out at the moment. The building was closed and dark, and several children were playing around near the entrance to the southern building. They were getting ready to go in, once the adults came from the south. These must be the people involved with the play. I was convinced that i was at the correct building now, and waited to enter the door.

12013 May 27

I walked to the east, across the room of the darkened restaurant. I had been eating with a group of other people, but i felt uneasy here. Something was bothering me, and i knew that i would have to leave this place. The others were still eating to the west. They were here for a special event, but i felt out of place with them. I headed to the back of the room, where i had been staying . I had to get my things together to leave. I started packing several of my things together. I felt anxious and frustrated. I was not sure how i would be able to fit all of my things into my car. I looked at the boxes that i was packing. I would have to put it in my car, but i realized that not all of the boxes would fit into the back of my car. I had too many things in this place. I thought that i should probably leave some of them here. I moved around between the boxes, putting things into the boxes and trying to figure out how the boxes would fit into my car. I picked up one of the boxes and carried it to the west, to my car. I felt upset that things were not working as i had expected them too. I was also worried about what the others had said about my things. I walked to the east, into the large closet at the end of the long narrow room. I had many boxes in storage there. I thought that i would probably have to leave some of them here, and that frustrated me. As i walked through the door of the closet, i could see the narrow space to the east of me. The walls were unfinished, and i could see the rafters and beams. Cardboard boxes were lined up on the floor near the southern wall of the room. I felt anxious looking at them. I then looked to the north, noticing that a large open room was to the north of the closet. It was an office, with a wide flat table against the northern wall that acted as a desk. The table slanted down to the south a little, and it was covered with papers and books. Someone had been using this space as an office. I knew that it was just to the east of the room i had been staying in, and i did not know that the office was here. I was surprised to see it, but it was also interesting that it was a hidden room.

12013 May 28

I stood on the northern side of the area with the other people. This was part of my job, and an assembly line, which looked like a small stream, ran to the south of us. We were supposed to separate the garbage that ran down the conveyor belt. The belt was like a stream, and it curved down the center of the recessed land, running from northeast to west. The grassy slope that i stood on sloped down to the conveyor belt. We would be picking through the garbage that ran over the conveyor belt to separate it into different things. I wanted to get started, but the man in charge, who as standing to the northeast of me, was trying to get us to compete. He was counting down to start the race. I felt anxious as i stood with the other workers a few meters from the assembly line. When the man told us to go, we started running toward the conveyor belt. I did not think that the job was worth the effort, but i ran to the northern side of the stream and picked up a small stack of papers that had been placed on the ground. As i looked at them to sort them, i realized that they were pieces of unopened mail. I read the labels on the large envelopes and saw that they were addressed to me. The people were playing a practical joke in an attempt to bully me. I felt annoyed. If i had not paid attention, i would have sorted the mail into the paper area on the conveyor belt, and it would have been lost. I turned to the north. The others were still waiting near the top of the hill. I was angry with them, and i tossed the envelopes back to the north, where the mail was supposed to be. I remembered getting the mail before, and i complained to the others about what they had done. A man to the northwest, who seemed to be in charge of the bullying, joked about the mail. I was upset as i turned back to the south, and i said “Yeah, and you’re full of shit.” The others became quiet, and i realized that i had upset the boss. He came after me, but i ignored him. I stepped to the southern side of the creek, feeling bitter as i pretended to continue with my work. The man moved to the west of me, but i pretended that i had not noticed him. I looked down at the trash on the ground that i would have to sort. The man moved to the west of me, saying “Come here.” in a soft command. He pulled a metal chair from the south and sat down in it. I ignored him, bending over to pick up a brown object, which seemed to be made of suede leather. I was aware of the man watching me, but i pretended that i did not know he had said anything. The suede was attached to a triangular metal frame, which looked like a coat hanger. I started to unclip it, feeling tense because the man was watching me. I knew that he would become more angry as i continued to ignore him. I then looked around at the others, noticing that they were at their stations of work around me, but that they were being very quiet. I glanced at the boss, who was still sitting in the chair. He seemed like $A312. He continued to stare intently at me. I knew that i could not pretend not to notice him, so i pretended that i did not know what he wanted. I looked at him as though i was surprised to see him staring, and then i glanced around at the other workers. I asked “What?” as i shrugged. I then asked him what was wrong now, continuing by pointing out that everyone else was working, just like i was. His voice was low and stern; “I told you to come here.” I told him that i did not hear him as i dropped the leather thing and started to the west. He seemed more angry now, saying that i should have told him that i could not hear him. I still felt angry, and i was still nervous about what the man would do. I felt defensive, though, and i told him that i would not have know to tell him. His statement seemed suddenly dumb. I stomped to the west of him, adding “I’m not a fucking prophet.” I knew that this would anger him more, but i no longer cared. I turned to the east to look at him. He was sitting in the chair in front of me. My attention was then drawn to the television screen that was behind him. It was showing an old black-and-white television show. I could only see a narrow triangular part of the screen, though, which seemed to be on the left side of the screen. The triangle had a flat top that was about a deci wide and long sides that stretched down, curving a little to the right and looking like a broken shard of window glass. The image of a boy stood on the right side of the area, and he was talking to the young girl who was in the foreground. I could only see her head near the bottom of the screen. The boy mentioned the M&Ms he had in his hand to the girl. A voice then made an announcement, and the boy and girl listened. The voice talked about the monkey that had escaped from the zoo. It added that the monkey liked M&Ms. I thought that part of the plot would now be that the monkey would be attracted to the M&Ms that he boy had. The boy seemed nervous about the monkey, though, and he told the girl that she should come to his house to be safe from the monkey. This did not seem to make sense. I had expected a much simpler plot. I wondered how the boy and girl would end up with the chimpanzee if they ran to the boy’s house.

12013 May 29

I looked to the west, out the door of the apartment. The apartment seemed large and rather nice. I was trying to decide something, and someone was to the west, saying something to me. I felt a little frustrated, so i told the person that i wanted to stay at the party. I turned to the southeast and headed into the large room where the others were. The doorway i had been standing in was in the northern end of the western wall of the room. The northern side of the room was separated from the main section by a counter. It also had a lower ceiling, and it seemed to be a kitchen area, though i knew that the main kitchen was to the east. the large square room had a square recess in the center of the floor, where the others were dancing to music. I could hear the music now, which had a strong beat. I felt happier now that i was coming back into the party. I moved to the northeaster corner of the recessed area and started moving my body to the music. I was floating, which i knew the man whom i had been talking to would think was special. I twisted my body in the air as i listened to the music. Something seemed to be in the center of the dance floor, which was the square area in the center of the room. It looked like a complicated dark-gray metal structure with complicated surface details. It had a rounded disk horizontal across the center that sloped downward, looking like a mushroom cap. I floated in the air, tipping upside down and sideways while writhing to the music. The sound then stopped, and i could hear the emergency-broadcast tone. I stopped to listen for a moment, wondering what was happening. A voice then announced that there was a tornado warning. I felt concerned, and i looked out the large window to the west. The ground was black, and the sky was tan. A black funnel cloud was in the center of my view, tipped with its bottom slightly to the north of the top. A dust cloud swirled around the bottom of the funnel. I felt worried and told the others that we would have to get to cover. I turned to the east, telling no one in particular to get to the lower floor. I thought that the building probably had a cement basement on the first floor. I ran to the southeastern side of the room, exiting to the east. I seemed to come to an outdoor staircase that descended the eastern wall of the white plaster building. The stairs descended to the north. I ran down them, looking at the doors in the corridor below. People were moving around me. We had to hide in one of the lower rooms. A man was with me as we reached the last door on the western side of the corridor. I had thought that the rooms to the west were underground, but, when the man opened the door, i could see long tall windows along the northern wall. The man started into the room, but i told him that we could not hide there. The windows were exposed to the outside of the house. I said that we would have to find an interior room. We headed back down the hallway to the south. I wondered if the main room in the center of the lower floor, to the west of the corridor, would be underground. The man opened up the door and i could see into a large gymnasium. I quickly saw that the western wall had similar tall thin windows running up it. I felt suddenly disappointed, realizing that there was no place on this level to hide. All rooms of the building seemed to be exposed to the outside. I felt suddenly hopeless, thinking that there was no good place to hide in this building. The man ran down the corridor to the south. Others were heading to the east, into the smaller white building on the eastern side of the corridor. I thought that the tornado would be coming over the top of the building at any minute. I was not sure what to do. I opened a door to the west and walked in, looking at the small corridors that led to several rooms in the southern part of the western building. A small white door was in the wall to the south. I knew that it led to a small closet. The closet would not provide enough protection because the storm would be coming from the west and could easily rip through the walls of the rooms on this floor. I opened the door to the closet and looked into the empty white space. I had my blue backpack with me, and i took it off and placed it on the floor an the western side of the closet. The closet ran to the west from the door, which was in the eastern end of the northern wall of the space. I hoped that my backpack would be safe in the closet. It was a small object and should be protected from the damaging winds. I could not stay there, thought, because i was too big. I would have to find shelter elsewhere.

I turned to the east, still feeling very concerned. $F10’s parents were in the house to the west of me, but i felt that i had to head to the east. Something made me feel nervous and tense, and i thought that i had to leave this place. I walked to the east, coming to the dining area of the restaurant. The others were sitting on two long tables, which were aligned north to south. I sat at the eastern table on the northern end of the western side. Something made me feel very uncomfortable here, and i was not quite sure what i should do. The others were here to celebrate $F10’s birthday. A waiter came to the table and stood to the south of me. He asked the man across the table from me something, and the man ordered a beer. I thought about this, but could not decide what to get. I looked over the menu. The waiter headed to the south for a moment to ask someone else at the table for their order. I wanted to order a beer, but i felt uncertain about staying here. I asked the man across the table about a certain type of dark beer. He said that they did not have any here. I felt a little disappointed, not sure if i should order. I felt indecisive and rushed. I felt that i should leave the restaurant, but everyone else was still here. Impulsively, i told the waiter that i would order a wheat beer. The man nodded at me and headed off to the southwest. I looked again at the menu. I then noticed several people to the south of me at my table standing up. They were leaving. I felt anxious again, thinking that everyone was getting ready to head out. I told the man across from me that i probably should not have ordered a beer, and i thought about canceling the order. I then remembered that the people to the south still had not had the cake, which was part of $F10’s birthday. I was not sure what i should do. I felt anxious and confused.

12013 May 30

I moved to the east a little, carrying the blue square phonograph sleeve with me. The sleeve contained a phonograph. I was writing something on the upper left corner of the sleeve. I felt happy about what i was doing, and i smiled as i moved a little to the north, passing to the west of the other person. I seemed to be in a classroom, and i was gathering my things together. I walked to the northern side of the classroom. The floor and walls of the room where white, and the front row of dark wooden chairs started just to the east of me as i crouched down to write something else on the phonograph sleeve. I focused for a moment on the pencil writing that i was doing in the upper corner of the sleeve. I had to label the album with something, and i wrote it very carefully. After a few seconds of writing, i looked up. The front row of the room seemed to be a row of fixed wooden seats. The floor of the room seemed to slope up to the south so that the chairs were raised like a lecture hall, though the floor of the room still seemed flat. I thought that this was an art classroom. A female teacher seemed to be to the east of me, cleaning up some papers. I looked at the papers on the floor, which seemed to be drawing or painting projects. I had to get my things together, so i headed back to the south and turned to the west, heading into a smaller section of the room. I felt hurried as i tried to gather my things. I could not quite coordinate everything, and i started to feel flustered. I stacked several stenograph notebooks in a pile, thinking that i would have to put them in my red backpack. I had the small bag to the west of me, under the table that was near the northern wall. I looked down at the notebooks. Something then turned my attention to the east. I looked back along the southern side of the classroom to see the teacher still cleaning. She was doing something near the southern wall, not paying attention to anyone else. A man was standing just behind her, in the center of the room. He was tall and thin, with dark skin and short curly hair. He seemed hesitant about something. He looked in my direction, but glanced down at the ground a few times. The teacher seemed to have a pile of small books on the ground in front of him. I thought that the books were trash, but i considered that the man might want a couple of them. I did not care if he took the books. I turned my attention back to the west to pick up some of the notebooks. I looked around for my small red backpack. I remembered it being to the west of me on the floor, but i could not see the red backpack. I started to feel concerned as i looked around for the backpack. I asked someone where it was, but started to feel more upset. I moved around, looking for the backpack. I wandered to the east, thinking that it might have been in the room. I then thought that the tall man might have taken it, thinking that it was in the discard pile. I felt very upset, and i started pacing the room. I then turned back to the west, threatening to search the halls for someone with the backpack and take it from them. I knew that the teacher would hear this, and i hoped that she would react. I thought that she would not want me to be violent, so she would do something about the backpack. I headed to the north, out into the hallway. The teacher was following me. I turned to the west, heading down the narrow hall toward the door at the end. I thought that i would head to the front hall of the school, which seemed to be on the northeastern side of the building. I pictured the entry hall in the northeastern corner of the building, with the exit door to the east. A female student seemed to be ahead of me in the hall, but, as i approached the door at the end of the hall, no one was in front of me. The door was closed. Just before i reached it, the door swung toward me a little. I thought that the draft must have made it move, and i wondered if it had something to do with me approaching the door. I then heard a door close behind me, somewhere on the other end of the hall. I realized that the teacher must have turned to the east and walked out the door on the northern side of the hall. I wondered if she was heading to the lower floor where the main lobby was. I thought that she would try to get to the lower hallway ahead of me to prevent me from attacking the man with my backpack. I thought that i was heading to the front hall, though. However, as i opened the door and walked through, i found myself in another hallway that ran to the north. This was not where i had expected to be. I felt a little lost. I started walking to the north. Large windows were on the eastern wall of he hallway, and they seemed to look out of the brick building to a small alley below. At the northern end of the hall, i could see an open room, which looked like an old library, with large wooden tables. I was not sure how to get to the lobby from here. I thought that it was one level below me at the northern end of the hallway, but i could not be sure. I had expected stairs to be ahead of me, but i could not easily see them. I thought that maybe the teacher had gone the correct way. I continued to the north, confused.

12013 May 31

I had to leave, so i grabbed several things from the house and started walking to the south. I felt very uncomfortable here. I had been in the small house with my family, and something had been happening to the east. I could not concentrate on the situation though, so i headed to the south. I was dragging the large plastic bag with me. I also carried a smaller plastic bag in one hand. The large bag was almost as tall as i was, and it was square. I knew that it contained garbage, and i was bringing it to the station so that i could throw it out. I felt awkward dragging the bag behind me. It was not heavy, but it seemed very bulky. I moved under the roof of the station, pulling the top of the large bag close to my chest. A man watched me from the west, and i felt uncomfortable pulling the large bag around with me. I then thought that it would be too large to leave here without being conspicuous. I wondered what i should do.