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12018 May 02

I was visiting $F4, and he was standing to the north of me. He seemed sad, and i felt very concerned about him. I thought that he was sick. He then said something about his illness, and he mentioned the chemo. This did not make sense. He had said something about his illness, but it did not seem to be something that would require chemo. I realized that chemotherapy meant that he was being treated for cancer. I felt very concerned about him, and i wanted to hug him and comfort him. I sat down with him, not sure what to do. I was aware that his family was also here. His parents seemed to be somewhere to the east. I felt that something else was wrong with him, but i was not sure what to do.

The movie had just started on the large screen to the south of me, but i stood up. I had to get to someplace, which seemed to be to the west. I was in an enclosed area, but it was open to the outside. The movie was being projected onto the large wall to the south of us, and the people were sitting in a wooden viewing booth to the north of the screen. The booth seemed like a section of an outdoor grandstand. It had a short white wooden wall across the southern side of it, and the rows of seats sloped up steeply like bleachers to the north. Walls closed in the eastern, western, and northern sides of the booth. I stepped over the short all to the south and onto the narrow grassy lawn that separated the grandstand from the projection wall. A roof covered both the stand and the grassy area. I felt hesitant to leave. I had paid for the movie, and i was interested in it. I stopped on the grass and looked at the screen for a moment. I then turned my attention to the south. On the western end of the lawn, a long alley ran to the south, toward the street. I looked down it, seeing the large gate at the end. The street was just beyond the gate. Two people were standing near the gate, about to head out. I thought that they people running the movie would not let me back in after i had left, so i would not be able to use my ticket to the show. I was not sure what i should do. I then noticed a large lumpy thing hanging from the ceiling on the eastern side of the alleyway. It was under the roof of the cubical building to the east of the alley. It was the same building that the movie was being projected on. A thick square column supported the roof over the northwestern corner of the building, blocking my view of the movie. The column was a little over a meter thick, and it stood about a half meter from the northeastern corner of the building. The large lumpy thing hung down like a stalactite, but it did not seem fully connected to the ceiling. I could see a pole extending from the ceiling to support it. It looked like lumps of a dough-like material that had been skewered on the pole. It was rounded at the bottom I looked back down the alley to the south and then back at the long clump that was hanging from the ceiling to the southeast of me. The clump now seemed to be green, but it was really the green light that was being projected onto it. I was still contemplating what i should do. I wanted to see the movie, but i had to go to do something. I turned to the west and walked down the northern side of the street. I was walking from the southern end of the alley. The sidewalk ran very close to a wall, and i was walking along a thin ledge on the side of the wall. I watched my hands as they gripped a thin lip on the edge of the ledge. The wall was covered with copper sheeting, and the lip was only a millimeter thick. I worried that i might cut my hands on it, but i would not be balanced if i let go. I decided that i should let go of the edge, and i stepped down onto the gray stone of the sidewalk. The structure i had been climbing on seemed to a large cement wall, with a square hole in the middle. I could not see the top of it. The bottom was covered with the copper sheeting. It seemed to be at the southern end of a plaza. I walked to the western end of the structure and started to turn to the north, heading into the plaza. $A589 seemed to be here, to the northwest of me. This plaza was part of a new shopping area in the city.

12018 May 03

I was in the middle of the large room, doing something. The room seemed like the large upstairs bedroom at my grandmother’s house. I was facing east, and the room was dimly lighted. I turned to the west suddenly, focusing on a white telephone that was sitting on top of a small table against the western wall. It was an old plastic rotary phone. It was ringing. I hurried to the telephone and picked up the receiver to talk. $A14 said hello. Just before he spoke, i realized that i was supposed to work for him this evening. It must be getting late in the evening, and i should have been at work. I quickly told him that i had forgotten what time it was, and i said that i would head to the office now. I looked at the large digital clock to the west of me. It had a curved glossy plastic black face with white glowing letters that said it was 9:06. I was already a little late for work. I turned to the east to get my things. As i started to collect things, i suddenly realized that i was in Endicott. I had come here to visit. My job was in Albany, which was several hours away. I would not be able to make it to work on time. I felt confused by this. I did not want to work anyway, but i would have to call $A14 and tell him that i forgot that i was out of town. I would not be able to get to work for several hours, so it was really not worth it to come tonight. I stopped in the middle of the room and stared to the east at nothing in particular. I did not really want to go to work anyway. I should call $A14 to tell him that i would not make it, but i did not really want to do that either.

12018 May 06

Someone had mentioned the wine that was to be put out on the side of the road. I looked to the south, down the western side of the city street. The wine was put out once a year on a table in front of a small shop. It was to celebrate something that happened in the Nazi regime. I felt uncomfortable by the idea of celebrating something that only white nationalists would celebrate. I thought that the wine was actually put out so that people could see who the bigots were. The city street sloped down to the south, and i was standing on the western sidewalk. The buildings were very tall and plain, and the sidewalk was only two or three meters wide. I walked down the hill to the cart. The brown metal table had wheels on the bottom, and a shelf just above the wheels. Thin metal poles supported the top surface, which seemed to be formed of woven wicker. The wire frame rose three or four centimeters above the whicker to form a railing around the tabletop. I pulled the cart into place against the wall. The bottle of wine was tipped over on the table. I would have to set it up for today. I felt very uncomfortable doing this, thinking that people would think that i supported the Nazis. I felt that some people to the north of me were watching me as i tried to push the cart against the western wall. I looked at the brass wheels of the cart. They would not stay still. The cart kept wanting to roll down the hill, and i could not arrange it so that the wheels locked in place. I felt frustrated and nervous. I did not want the people angry with me for setting up the traditional bottle for the nationalists. I finally pushed the cart against the wall and backed away, not sure what i should do. A voice to the northeast of me then caught my attention. I turned to see a man walking down the street toward me. He stepped onto the sidewalk just to the north of me. He had a round face and looked very clean. He had short almost-white hair that clung to his head. He had bangs across his forehead, and he smiled as he squinted at me. He motioned to the tray, congratulating me on setting it up. I felt uncomfortable, wondering if he was a Nazi. He wore matching jacket and pants, which reminded me of a suit from the seventies. He also had round glasses and a gold pendant on a chain around his neck. He moved toward the table, and i thought that he was going to open the wine and pour himself a glass.

12018 May 07

I was sitting in the passenger’s seat of the small car, which was parked in the gravel driveway on the western side of the road. I was doing something with the thing in front of me, and i could not pay attention to the road ahead of me. The car was rolling slowly to the east, across the gravel of the large open parking lot. The only cars in the lot seemed to be along the western edge of the lot. I was aware that the car i was in was rolling closer to the exit of the lot. I did not want it to roll into the road. I quickly put my left foot on the break of the car to stop it from rolling into the road while i did something. I did not look up at the road as i stopped. I started to feel cautious of something to the east of me. I worried that the car was still rolling forward. I looked up to see the road ahead of me. The road curved from the south to the northwest as it ran along the eastern and northeastern sides of the rounded lot. A car seemed to be coming from the south. It was dark, and i could see lights from the south. The red lights of my car reflected off of something on the eastern side of the road. I thought that it might be reflecting off of the bushes, but i could not tell what the surface was. I pictured the lot being on the western side of a steep rounded hill. The western edge of the lot seemed to be along the top edge of a cliff. I had to be cautious of the cliff. I did not want the car to roll backward to the west. I had put the car in neutral so that the engine did not cause it to roll to the east. I then realized that i was trying to control the car from the passenger’s seat. I should have moved to the driver’s seat. I worried about the car rolling backward into the parking lot and toward the cliff. I shifted to the driver’s seat. I was then to the west of the lot, looking down at the cars. I was trying to be careful not to let the car roll to the west, but i could now see the car with its back end over the cliff. I thought that the lot should have had something to step the cars from rolling to the west over the edge, but it did not. It was daylight now. My white car had rolled over the side of the cliff, but i could see it partly hovering on the edge of the cliff, its front wheels still on the ground on the top of the cliff. It had frozen in the air. A second black car was parked in the lot to the southeast of my car. It was facing west. I was aware of a man in the other car. Something was changing. I realized that the car would not fall over the cliff. I flew the car back to the east, over the lot. I was aware of the man watching me from the other car. I had to be cautious of who saw me fly. I was then flying to the west, down the long road. The road rose and fell over the low hills, and i moved with it. I thought that i should stay low to the ground so that i did not stand out. I did not want the bag guys to see me flying. I was moving down the southern side of the road as the road passed between short brown cliffs of layered rock. A car was coming toward me. I had been in the northern lane of the road when a car approached me in that lane. I had thought that i was in the wrong lane, but i now seemed to be in the wrong lane again. I passed a brown tractor-trailer just before i noticed another car coming toward me. I shifted back to the northern lane, but another car was heading toward me. I lifted into the air. I decided to fly above the street. I knew that i was heading toward the downtown section of the small city, so i thought that it would be better for me to fly over the city. I hoped that the authorities did not mind me flying. I could see the flat land around me. To the southwest, i could see green and tan patterns of agricultural fields. I then looked down below me to the southwest. The green grass of a large park had diagonal lines of amber-brown across it. The lines were formed of stacked chevrons with lines and squares between the sections. I thought that the paths crossing the park formed the bronze shapes. I knew that people would not notice these patterns from the ground. I then looked back to the west suddenly. Three or four power lines were crossing in front of me. I must have drifted closer to the ground than i had been before. I had been trying to stay high enough to avoid thing from the ground but low enough to stay out of the way of airplanes. I approached the lines slowly, and i forced myself to duck so that i did not hit them. I watched the dark lines that stretched across the sky. I then noticed that the last of the lines, which was a little lower than the rest, had barbs on it, like wire from a barbed-wire fence. I ducked to avoid this.

12018 May 09

I moved around the small kitchen. As i reached the southern side of the room, i looked down to the northwest, noticing the box of cereal on the floor. It had small bite marks at the edge of the cardboard. I bent over to look at the box. A mouse had been chewing on the edge of the box. I was annoyed. I had thought that i had captured all of the mice in the house. I thought that i would have to put out more traps to capture another. My father was sitting to the northeast of me, facing south. I told him about the chewed boxes. I noticed another box of something that had also been chewed. I would have to clean up the boxes and throw them out. I then realized that the box of cereal was the one i had just bought at Aldis to see what it was like. I had liked it when i tried it. I was annoyed that i would have to waste the cereal now.

12018 May 12

I carried the unconscious man to the south, across the western end of the room. I felt upset that he was unresponsive. We had drugged him, and i felt bad for doing so. Another person was walking with me as i carried the man to a small bed in the narrow room. The bed extended from the eastern wall. I layed the man on the bed and looked at his head, worried that he would not wake up. I then noticed the purple pillow and sheets under him. Pins were stuck into the pillow, and they were close to the right side of his head. His head was on the eastern end of the bed. I pulled out the long metal pins from the pillow as i talked to the other person with me, who seemed female. I shook the man’s face, trying to wake him up. I was not sure what we should do. I then tried to adjust him on the bed. I pulled at his shoulders, which were now on the western side of the small mattress. He was wearing a white tank top. I moved his arms, trying to get him in a comfortable position. I then ran back to the north, into the main room of the restaurant. We had carried the man through the restaurant, and i was worried that the waiters would be suspicious of what we were doing. I told the female waiter that the man had been sick, and i added that his stomach was bothering him. I was then back with the man when the female waiter walked into the room from the north. She came to check on the man. I was uncomfortable with her here. I looked at the unconscious man, who was now sitting just to the south of the bed on the floor. He was partially conscious, and i hoped that he did not say anything. I then realized that the woman with me had stretched plastic wrap over his mouth to keep him quiet. This looked suspicious, and i hoped that the waiter did not discover that the man was drugged. I told her that the man was okay. At least he was conscious so that she did not think that he was dead. I stood up and started to follow the waiter back to the north, hoping that she would leave the room. She turned suddenly and hung a small mesh bag on the eastern wall of the room. It seemed to have something orange in it. The room was narrower in this area. I felt impatient with the woman. She turned to the north, commenting that increasing the man’s carbon dioxide was a good idea. I knew that she was talking about the plastic wrap over the man’s mouth. I felt anxious with her here, and i wanted her to leave.

12018 May 14

I had been invited to this house, and it seemed like a special thing to be here. I walked through the area. Several other people seemed to be at the event in the house. The man to the northwest of me seemed to be $A589. I walked to the east, along the southern edge of the patio. The ground was covered with white cement flagstones, and a pool seemed to be in the ground to the north of me. A wall ran just to the south of me. The others were to the southwest of where i was. They seemed to be inside the house. We had all come here to watch something, and i felt privileged to be here. I stopped and looked at the round design on the ground. It was some kind of puzzle that had been assembled in the surface of the patio. I thought that it had some significance, and i looked at the patterns across the round metal surface. I crouched down, noticing concentric rings of pins set into the metal plate, which seemed to be a manhole cover. The rings had gaps on the northwest side so that the pins ran only a little more than three-quarters of the way around the two rings. I was very interested in the design, and i wanted to take it with me. I pulled one of the metal pins out of the cover on the southeastern side of the ring. The inner ring was about a deci from the center of the metal disk, and the next ring was about a half to two-thirds of a deci from it. The radius of the disk seemed to be five or six decis. I looked at the metal pin. It was about two centimeters in diameter and about five centimeters long. The edges were rounded at the top and bottom of the pin. I thought that the pins were easy to take out, which would make the puzzle very easy to disassemble and take. I was interested in the puzzle, but i knew that i should not take it. I felt bad for thinking about taking it, and i put the pin back into the hole. I stood up. I decided that the design could be reproduced as a tile in a floor. I then realized that the hosts of the party had abandoned us. I was standing on the patio with $Z to the southwest of me. It was dark out, and i looked out to the east. I could hear the sounds of wild animals howling. I realized that monsters were coming. We had been left here where the animals would find us. I quickly ran to the south, grabbing the door handle of the door in the southern wall. The door seemed to lead into the house. I tried to turn the door handle, but the door was locked. I felt angry with the hosts, who had purposely locked us out of the house. My mother was with me on the patio as i pushed on the door. In frustration, i broke the glass window of the multipane door and opened the latch from the inside. I walked into the room of the house and closed the door behind me, but i realized that the monsters would now be able to get into the house. They would now see the opening in the door and try to enter. I was aware of the others to the south of me. They would be surprised that i had broken into the house, and would now be afraid that i had let the monsters in. I no longer cared about the monsters getting in the house. I looked around the room. It was colored reddish-pink. I was going to wait for the monsters here.

I had parked in the downtown section of the small city, and i was walking to the northeast on the northwestern sidewalk of a curving street. The street had started heading to the east, but it curved to the northeast along the southern part of the downtown area. The street was very wide, and it seemed to have fewer buildings to the south of it. I was approaching an intersection where a second street came from the north. The buildings to the north and northeast of me seemed to be four or five stories tall, and they were tan in hue. I wanted to do something here, and i felt as though i had not been here in a while. As i approached the intersection, i thought that i should look for a restaurant. I wondered if any of the places around had karaoke. I looked at the brown buildings to the northeast of me, thinking about what they used to be like. I was then in a restaurant. It was a small room with a large glass window on the front, which was on the eastern side of the building. It was dark behind me. I was standing just to the west of a small table. A man was to the south of the table, and he seemed to be running a karaoke show in the restaurant. I was aware of people to the west of me. $A682 stood on the other side of the table from me, to the northeast of me. He had a microphone in his left hand, and he was just starting to sing a song. I recognized the music of the song as it started. It was a slow song, and it seemed to be from the seventies. I knew that the song was a break-up song; it was one person singing about a bad relationship with another. I suddenly wondered if he had picked the song to intentionally sing it to me. I listened as he started singing. I wondered if the others in the room would notice that $A682 seemed to be singing to me. $A682 then moved to the south as he sang. He seemed to be sitting at the table now, and he mentioned my name in the song. It was not part of the song, and it was obvious that it was out of place in the song. I realized that the others might think it strange that he was mentioning a man’s name while singing a break-up song. I wondered if this upset any of them. I felt impartial to the song, and i was not upset that he was singing the accusations of the song to me. I did not feel anything for him anymore, and i did not want to respond to him. I listened impartially, not showing any acknowledgment of his song. I did not want to be with him anymore. He then mentioned another man’s name and another relationship that he had. I knew that this was also not part of the song. He was now just talking about his relationships rather than singing. He seemed upset and angry, and the words were no longer rhyming. It should be very obvious that he was no longer singing the song. The others would now be aware that he was homosexual and that he was talking about his failed relationships. I felt impartial. I was not uncomfortable at the moment, and i felt that i did not want to respond to anything he did. $A682 stopped singing now and put the microphone down on the southern end of the table.

12018 May 17

I was heading to the west, down Paden Street toward my grandmother’s house. I had been doing something, but i was now returning to the house. As i reached the intersection of Burns Avenue, i noticed a large tree that seemed to be in the center of the street. I remembered that a storm had passed through here before. I thought that the trees must have been blown around. I rode my bicycle to the west, through the intersection, but i had to move to the southern side of the street to avoid a fallen tree. The thick tree trunk was in the middle of the road, with the trunk pointing to the east-southeast. I swerved to the south of the tree, but i ended up riding my front wheel over the end of the old tree trunk. The bark on the tree was thick, with deep crevasses. I felt uncomfortable riding over the trees, thinking that there was some danger to doing so. I reached the sidewalk on the southern side of the street and turned west again, passing just to the south of a tall tree that was growing between the sidewalk and the street. I thought that i could push on the tree to make it fall into the road. I was then on the western end of the street, near my grandmother’s house. I leaned against the tree to the north of me, watching it tip and fall into the street. I hoped that it did not hit any power lines. I knew that the shock might travel back down the tree to where i was. I watched the leafless tree fall across the street. It did not quite reach the white house on the northern side of the street. I got off of my bicycle and moved to the door in the northern wall. I was now in a corridor that ran along the southern side of the house. The southern wall of the corridor seemed to be an outside wall. The door to the north led into the alley that was my grandmother’s driveway. I pushed open the door, but the bag i had been carrying over my right shoulder hit something in the hallway, knocking it to the east. I was annoyed at my clumsiness as i walked through the door and into the room beyond. I would have to go back into the corridor to pick up what i had knocked over. The falling object had sounded like metal hitting something. I thought that i had broken something that was glass. I remembered cardboard boxes stacked up against the southern wall of the corridor, just across from the door. Frustrated, i picked up some of the things in the hallway before carrying my bags into the room to the north. I put down some of the things that i had been carrying, laying them against the western wall of the room. A set of stairs ascended to the south above the western wall. The wall was black. My mother seemed to be in the room above, and someone was descending the steps. I then noticed that $X24 and $X25 were in the middle of the floor to the north of me. They should not have been down in this room. I would have to grab them to prevent them from getting out of the house. Some other people then came down the stairs and into the northern end of the room. I wanted to tell someone about the things in the hall, but the people who had come down were not the people i had expected. I then thought that $K7 was still upstairs. I then thought that this was strange, because i knew that she had died. My mother was now to the north of me in the room, and i told her about the things that had fallen in the hallway. I said that i had to go back out to clean it.

12018 May 18

I was talking to the man in the tiny living room of the small house when i heard the popping sound to the north of us. The black and white dog, which had been lying on the floor to the southwest of us, stood up suddenly and started barking as it headed to the north. I looked to the north. The room did not have a northern wall, and we then seemed to be standing on the cement patio just outside the house, to the north of the house. We were in a tightly packed neighborhood, which seemed to be a modern development. I could see the roofs of the houses around us. I focused on a long black shape, which looked like a balloon animal floating in the air. It had a long narrow part sticking up to the east and a loop near the western end. I knew that the balloon had popped. It was some kind of drone, and it had been flying through the neighborhood, watching people. The balloon zipped to the east a little and then swung back toward us. It was headed in my direction, but it dropped suddenly and landed on the lawn just to the north of where i was talking to the other person, who was to the west of me. The dog ran to the northeast and retrieved the balloon. I felt cautious, thinking that we should not have known about the accident. I worried that the authorities would come after us to hide what had happened. I was then aware of the sound of a jet engine to the northwest. It was a small jet, with a high-pitched turbine. I looked to the northwest. A small black drone was moving toward us. It approached quickly and stopped just to the northwest of us. It was about a meter long, and it looked like a Lockheed SR-71. Its nose tipped up to the southeast of the craft as it came to a halt in the air. It was watching us, and it was facing me. I felt nervous, thinking that the authorities would now have my face and know who i was. I was worried that they would arrest me for knowing about the accident. The small drone turned its nose to the north and started moving away, but then it crashed on the northern side of the lawn, just before the tall wooden plank fence. The fence was made up of long vertical unfinished planks. I turned back to the southeast, telling the others about the crash. The people in the room with me were a family, and i had been talking to one of them. The parents of the person i was talking to were somewhere to the west. Two younger children were now standing to the north and northwest of me as i described the crash. The parents seemed skeptical of what i said. They were unconvinced that the balloon had crashed or even existed. I tried telling the others closer to me that it was real, and i described what had happened. The parents moved to the north of us, heading to the northeast. They said that they had to leave. I felt suddenly uneasy, thinking that the parents were leaving because they were upset with us. I said something to the father as he tried to move to the northeast. He was stopped to the northwest of me. I wanted to convince him that the things were real, but i knew that he would not believe me. I could see the black sleeves of my hooded sweatshirt on my arms. I could also feel the wooden poles that i had up the front of my sleeves, running along the inside of my forearms. The ends were still mostly tucked into the cuffs of my sweatshirt, but i could see the end of one of the dowels sticking out. It was about two centimeters in diameter. I then thought that the father could probably see the wooden dowel. He moved off to the northeast to leave. I pushed the dowel in my left sleeve back down so that it could not easily be seen. The parents had left, and i looked back to the north, remembering the scene. The sky to the north was now filled with images. It was really a screen or wall with pictures on it. The images seemed red and yellow, and they were pictures of animated characters. I looked closely at some of the characters on the western side of the wall. They seemed like characters from DC comics. They had something to do with the movie that was now out, which was based on the comic books. I looked at the animated figures, trying to understand what i was seeing.

12018 May 19

I had been wandering through the city with the other people. It seemed that we had to leave this area. We walked across the driveway of a parking lot, which was to the south of most of the urban area. We seemed to be to the south of a parking garage, which was on the southern side of a small collection of tan buildings. I looked down at the black pavement as i crossed diagonally to the southwest, ending up along the southern side of the driveway. I felt that we had to get somewhere, but i was not entirely sure where to head. I wanted to get onto the small scooter that i had been carrying in my hands. I thought that i could put it down like a skateboard and ride on it. I moved it around in my hands for a moment. I then realized that i was nearing the end of the driveway, where its western end ran into the street, and a car was trying to turn into the driveway. The car had been coming from the north and was now turning east. I looked up at the car as i stopped. The car was dark with white markings, and it was very low to the ground. It was a Formula-1 car. I quickly stepped up onto the grass on the southern side of the driveway. The grass sloped up steeply into a short hill, which was about a meter and a half tall. I walked along the grass for a bit, but jumped back down into the center of the driveway after the car had passed. It seemed strange that a racecar would be driving down the street. I wondered if an event was happening that the car was attending. I walked across the driveway to the sidewalk that ran to the north along the eastern side of the street. Just as i reached the sidewalk, i noticed a large red tractor-trailer about to make the turn into the driveway. I thought that it was the equipment trailer for the racecar. I would have to get out of its way, because the truck would need a lot of room to make the turn, and it would probably pass over the sidewalk by the corner. I headed to the north to get out of the way. After i was clear, i put the small dull-red toy down onto the sidewalk. It seemed like a piece of rubber that was generally in the shape of a Formula-1 car. It was only the shell of the car, though, with no solid structure. I thought that it was the scooter that i had been trying to sand on. I tried to stand on it, thinking that it would carry me to the north up the sidewalk. The car did not really seem to work, though. I decided to walk instead. I was now on the eastern end of a large open room. I seemed to be to the west of the street that i had been walking to the north on. The others were standing to the south of me as we discussed what to do. The southern end of the room was a ledge with columns. To the north was a large open lot, which seemed to be in the middle of a city block. It was surrounded by run-down buildings and seemed to be filled with debris. The ground of the lot was yellow, and it sloped up to the north. The others talked about how we had to get somewhere. I thought that we would have to get to the north to the airplane. We had to leave this place. I looked out over the wide lot. It was rectangular and longer north to south. The buildings on the eastern side seemed in very bad shape, with dark stains of age on the cement back walls. The woman said something about the airplane. She was from the movie where the people had escaped in the airplane. She pointed out that the crew in the movie had taken the airplane to the east, down the center of the city boulevard to take off. She said that the street had been designed in World War II for airplanes to launch from. I knew that this was fake, and i pictured a street to the northeast of us. The street seemed to be the one that ran along the northern side of the large open lot. I knew that the fuselage of the airplane would fit down the center of the street, but the wings would not be able to fit between the buildings. I looked again at the large open lot and wondered why we could not fly the airplane down the center of the lot. The hill would give us an extra advantage, but then i decided that the hill probably was not long enough for a takeoff. I headed to the north along the eastern side of the open area. The ground was still pale yellow. We had to get to the airplane so that we could leave this place.

12018 May 20

I got into my car, which was facing west in a row on the southern side of the parking lot. It was the third or fourth car from the northern end of the row of cars. I had been with my family, but we were now all leaving this place. I had to drive my car, and my father would be driving another car. I started backing the car out of the parking space, but something seemed wrong. The car seemed to be sliding over the area. I felt uneasy with how it was handling. I then heard someone hit my car from behind. I turned to see one of $G4 in a small black car to the southeast of me. He had backed his car out of a parking space and had run into me. I felt annoyed, and i was starting to feel tense that i was not able to control the cars easily. I turned my attention back to how i was driving, not wanting to deal with the small bump. I turned my car to the north and started following my father down the aisle of the parking lot. It was dark out, and i was now watching my car move from above. My car was to the south of me, and my father’s car was beyond it. My car now seemed to be moving faster than it should have been. I felt suddenly panicked, realizing that i was approaching my father’s car very quickly. I tried to slow down, but my car started skidding. I turned it to the east a little, sliding along the side of my father’s car. I then realized that we were approaching the end of the aisle, and i would not be able to stop in time before i hit the small island median to the south of me. I turned quickly to the west, thinking that i could turn in front of my father and make it to the exit drive. Instead, my father’s car hit the right side of my car as i turned to the west, and i skidded to the south, over the edge of the median. The people who were standing on the median waiting for a bus backed up in fright. I could feel the tires of my car hop over the white curb as i skidded to the southwest. I felt upset that i was not able to control my car. It seemed to be running faster that it should have. I skidded to a stop near another curb to the west. I thought that i must have broken one of my tires open when i hit the first curb. My car was facing south now on the western side of the lot. I was then sitting on the curb with others. Several of the other people were sitting on a curb to the south of me. I felt very upset that i had an accident in the car. I told the other people that i was not sure what had happened. I said that the car had suddenly accelerated when it should not have. I thought that this might not have been correct, but it was how i described what had happened. My mother was then to the southeast of me. She seemed upset, and she said that other things were probably the cause. I realized that she was implying that i was drunk. I had not been drinking, and i told her that. I knew that she was just panicking and making up stories. I felt angry with her because she was making the others suspect things about me that were not true. I told her that something else was wrong.

I walked to the west in the restaurant, heading toward the exit door. The restaurant was dark and filled with people. I pushed open the glass door and looked out into the small parking lot. Three or four cars were parked along the western side of the building just to the north of the door. I focused on the last car in the row, which seemed to be backed out partly. A bag of fire wood was hanging from the rear side panel of the car, and it was on fire. Fire was also burning inside the back seat of the car. Someone had set the car on fire. I realized that the hanging bag of wood was near the gas tank, and i thought that someone was trying to get the car to explode. I walked back into the restaurant to warn someone. The waiter said that we should not alarm the customers, and he rushed to the northeast to do something. I thought that the car could explode, and the people nearest the car in the room might be in danger. I thought that i should warn the people sitting at the table in the northwestern corner of the room that a car was burning just out side the window from them. I was then back outside, to the southwest of the burning car. The flames had burst up and engulfed the entire car, but the gas did not explode. The situation continued, and i was thinking about something that had to do with college. It seemed strange that i had considered finishing college here. It had been such a long time since i had been to school. I wondered why i was thinking about going back. I then heard the car explode. Someone mentioned that the car had belonged to a woman, and they said that she had committed suicide. I felt impartial to the event, but the others were upset about it. They wanted to know whose car was burning. Now that it was completely covered with flames, they would not easily be able to identify it. Two or three college students were then to the northwest of me in the small area to the west of the lot. They seemed to be from the community college that i was attending. Two of them crouched down to look at videos of the fire that they had taken on their cell phones. They had pictures of the license plate of the car, and they said that they might be able to identify whose car it was. The woman to the south of the photograph, which was on the ground between the two people, said that the name was on the car. I moved to the north and looked at the photograph. The dark blue car had a small white license place, but white letters were written on the back of the car over and below the place. The thin letters spelled out the name “Lanadisa” on one side of the place. I had gone to high school with a man who had a similar last name. It was not quite spelled the same. I thought that the A was not correct at the ending of the name. I then read the other name that arced below the license plate in the photo. It said “Angela”. I mentioned that the name was familiar. The woman then seemed to be stern with me, asking me if i knew the woman or not. I told her that i had gone to school with a man that had the same last name, and i knew that he had a younger sister, but i added that i did not think that her name was Angela. I contemplated this, but the woman seemed angry with me, acting as if i was hiding something. I thought that the man i knew would have been my age, so the woman who died in the fire must have been a few years younger than i. I mentioned that the man i knew had a sister about that age, but i was not sure of here name.

I thought about the event that had happened. I had known something about it, but i could not quite say what had happened. I wanted to get away from this area. I was then aware that a police officer was somewhere to the northeast of me as i walked to the south along the western side of the large empty parking lot. I seemed to be passing to the west of the mall in Ithaca. It was dark, but the sky was illuminated by sky glow from the city to the south. I thought that the police officer might be calling to me, but i could not let him get to me. I knew that the authorities would arrest me simply because i knew what had happened. I was aware of a small plaza to the southwest, separate from the mall. It stood out on the flat open landscape to the southwest. It was on the southern side of a small parking lot that seemed to merge with the southern end of the western side of the larger mall parking lot. I headed toward the buildings, thinking that i could lose the officer in the buildings. I could not let him found out what i knew. I then imagined i had a short sword with me, but i did not want the officer to think that i had any weapons, so i thought that i should not really be carrying a sword in this story. I watched the darkened buildings of the small plaza as i approached them. Their features had sharp corners, but they seemed more like silhouettes against the dark hazy-blue sky to the south. I then realized that the glow of the sky changed. It looked like lights on the eastern and then western side had turned off. This seemed strange. I thought that something to the south was switching on and off, giving the sky a very eerie feeling as it changed. I got closer to the plaza buildings, realizing that they were only frames of buildings. The stores seemed to be missing, and only the front of the buildings seemed to be standing. I thought that this would be better. I had wondered how i could outrun the policeman following me. I thought that i would have to run into the stores, but i knew that he could simply search the area. I now thought that i could enter one of the stores and come out the back side, where i had a car waiting. I could then drive away to the south. The officer had been following me on foot, so he would not be able to catch the car. I thought that i could drive down the road that passed between the foggy fields of tall grass to the south of the parking lots. Something seemed very surreal about the sitting here.

12018 May 21

I was talking to the people in the house. They were in the kitchen to the east of me. I had to use the bathroom, which was to the east of where i was. I was still speaking to someone as i passed into the small room to the east, which was the bathroom. The toilet was against the eastern wall to the northeast of me. It was a crude metal toilet with flat vertical sides. It reminded me of the toilet in a boat. I sat down on the toilet, aware of the others to the north of me. The room was very open now, as if all of the walls were glass. The rest of the people seemed to be on a narrow walkway that was to the north, separated from where i was by a gap. I could not see them, but i was aware that they were there. I could only make out the balcony that they were on as a black silhouette against the pale gray sky. It seemed to be a wall on the northern side of the area that i was in. I then noticed the dark shape of a tree rising above the wall. The tree was upside down and had been tossed into the air. It fell back down and disappeared behind the wall. This surprised me, and i started to feel concerned. I then realized that dark clouds were in the lower part of the sky over the western part of the wall. It must be the coming storm. We were supposed to get a very large storm moving through the area. I started to feel concerned, thinking that the storm was dangerous. I was standing now, looking out to the west. I could see very tall standing waves over the water that was to the north of us. The waves did not appear to be moving, and they were facing us. I then realized that the waves were taller than the area that i was standing in. I hoped that we were not in danger. As i thought this, i saw one of the waves roll in to where we were. I hear gasps of surprise and startled cries from the people on the balcony. I hoped that the waves did not come to where we were. I then saw the other wave roll toward us from the northeast. This one passed over the top of my head. The glass did not let the water in, but i could see the water passing over the top of the room that we were in. I commented to the woman to the west of me, pointing out the water rolling over our heads. I then remembered that this building was created by extraterrestrials, so it had a strong design that would protect us from the water. I mentioned this to the woman. I was then fascinated by the greenish-blue color of the water. It was very pretty. I reassured the woman, saying that the water was not coming in.

12018 May 22

I stood on the southern side of the large open room. The room did not seem to have any furnishings in it, except for a toilet that was in the center of the room. The toilet seat was facing west. Short walls seemed to surround the toilet, but they did not block the view of the toilet completely. I walked north along the western side of the room and then turned east. I noticed a few more toilets along the eastern wall of the room. They seemed to be facing north, and they were hidden behind panels of stalls. I headed toward them, but then i noticed that $A682 was walking toward them from the south. He stopped when he saw me approaching, thinking that i was going to use one of the toilets. He seemed upset about it. I told him to use the toilet, saying that i could find another. My mother was then in the middle of the room. She had to use a toilet, but she was unsure about using the one in the middle because it was so exposed. I was going to tell her about the ones on the eastern wall, but she had already sat down on the one in the center of the room. I was again standing on the southwestern side of the room. My mother was in the short booth in the center of the room. It seemed to have glass on the upper parts of the walls surrounding it. People were standing around the booth now, and i thought that my mother must be uncomfortable. I started to move around the southern side of the room. I had to clean this place. I felt as though i was about to leave this place. $A197 was then to the west of me. He asked if i could give him a ride to campus when i went. I told him that i was no longer attending school. I said that i had graduated this place. He seemed disappointed that i could not give him a ride. I then thought about what i had said. It felt good not to have to worry about school anymore. I felt free, like a weight had been lifted from me. I started cleaning up my things again.

12018 May 26

I turned to the north and drove the car down the dirt road, which sloped down to the north. I seemed to be heading toward a lake, and i knew that a small down or village was at the bottom of the road along the lakeshore. It was getting dark, and i felt disinterested in the people who were standing in a small group on the eastern side of the road, at the top of the hill. They seemed to need a ride, and it seemed that their car was broken down at the side of the road. I drove past them, thinking that i should not let them distract me. I did not feel threatened by them, but i did not feel that i should stop to offer them help. A short bridge was near the bottom of the shallow hill. It was a cement structure with cement side walls that were topped with a short metal railing. A crowd of people was standing on the eastern side of the bridge. I saw a man in a faded denim jacket run into the middle of the bridge, which had potholes in the deck, and put a can of beer down in one of the potholes. He then hurried back to the east to rejoin the small group. He ran with a jerky gate as he hopped from foot to foot on his toes. I smiled at his attempt to bribe passing cars with beer. I was not going to fall for the ploy. I drove to the west of the beer and across the bridge, noticing a small fire burning to the east of the road near the northern end of the bridge. I walked north, into the small room. The people were gathered here in the small room. I felt cautious about them. I was not quite part of their group, but they did not seem to mind that i was here. I wondered if they would be suspicious of me. I felt that we had to be cautious of something, and i was not quite sure that i trusted the people here. I then noticed someone bringing a potted plant into the room from the southwest. The plant was in a black pot, and it had long dark green leafs. It seemed like a snake plant, but it also seemed like some kind or orchid. The green of the leafs was almost black. I felt suspicious of the plant, thinking that it was actually a listening device sent to spy on the people in this group. I felt nervous, and i wondered if i should tell the people here that the plant might be a listening device. Another man was with me as we watched the person walk across the room with the plant. I wondered what we should do. I was then standing to the east of the other man and myself. The two men were visitors here and were not part of this crowd, but they knew about the plant, and they were concerned that the people here might get caught in a government trap. The man with the plant pushed open a door in the eastern wall and walked through it, holding the plant in front of him. I was then in the kitchen. The two men were still standing to the east of me. They watched the plant. The others in the small kitchen were now also watching the plant as the man carrying it lifted it into a cupboard in the southern wall. The cabinet seemed to be a garbage shredder. The two men were then standing near the cabinet. The man in the white jacket seemed to be Don Johnson. The other man moved to the north of him, putting his arms around the first man’s waist and moving to kiss him. The second man was a little shorter than the first, but he leaned up to kiss the first man. I realized that this scene had two homosexuals as the main characters. I thought that this was interesting. The view then switched, and i was looking at the men from the view of the cupboard. The man in the white dress coat pulled open the dark-gray door of the cabinet and looked at the remains of the plant. He smiled. This was a good part of the plot. It let the man know that the people here already knew about the government spying. This meant that the two men had found a group that they could join.

12018 May 30

My grandmother said that i should go to the store and do something. I looked to the north. I was standing just to the south of a large department store. I seemed to be inside the store, but the aisles and counters did not start until a few meters to the north of me. I was not that interested in being here, but i walked to the north, looking at the things on the shelfs and racks. This seemed like a very old department store, and all of the merchandise was cheaply made. Most of the items seemed like gadgets that were made of plastic. I did not really want to be here, but i was not sure what else to do. A partitioning wall was to the northeast of me now, and it had shelfs on the southwestern side that faced me. Three or four triangular clocks stood on the shelfs. They were decorative and made of dull gold plastic that was molded to look like an intricately carved surface. The clocks were shaped like inverted Ys, with bottoms that curved outward in large circular flourishes. They looked cheap. I felt disappointed in this place. Nothing here interested me. I moved north, annoyed that i had been asked to come here. I wondered if my grandmother was watching me from the south. I then wondered if she was watching to see what i was interested in at the store. I thought that she was probably trying to get ideas for presents again. I was not interested in looking around, and i did not want her to buy me presents. I looked around the store to the south of me, wondering where my grandmother was. I then realized that she was not in the store. I felt annoyed and headed back to the south. To the southeast of me, i noticed a large table full of sleeping bags. A man was standing to the southeast of the table, pacing back and forth. He seemed to be a salesman for the sleeping bags. I noticed that the sleeping bags were folded into squares on the table. Some were thicker than others. The blue down ones on the northeastern end of the table were probably warmer. The off-white padding in the center of the table also looked warm. I considered getting another sleeping bag, but i thought that i would not be able to use one that was warm. I already had a few warm sleeping bags. I headed southwest, toward the exit door of the store. Once through it, i was in the large parking lot. It was dark out, and few cars were in the lot. My grandmother was sitting in the large car, waiting for me. I wondered why she had wanted me to go into the store. The car was a white van as i approached, and it was facing northeast. I moved to the northwestern side and pulled open the large side door. I asked my grandmother something as i tried to move some of the things back into the car. I picked up the blue seat that had fallen out onto the ground and tossed it into the back seat of the car. I tried to close the rear door of the car, but the seat was still in the way. I said something to my grandmother as i adjusted the seat. It was a curved seat with a rounded support under it. I turned it so that the seat was facing the back seat of the car. It seemed to fit into the back seat better this way. I then backed up a little to close the door. As i tried closing the front door of the car, i noticed that my grandmother had moved across the seats. She was partially standing in the middle of the car, and i had to be careful not to close the car door on her. She turned around to face east suddenly, and the white translucent plastic poncho that she was wearing flared out. I had to make sure not to catch it in the door. I closed the door of the van, but it suddenly started rolling forward to the east. Annoyed, it was rolling to the northeast in the parking lot, turning slightly to the north. I pushed on it, noticing that it might scrape the back corner of an SUV that was parked to the north of me. My grandmother was also outside of the car now, and i worried that she might get caught between the car and the other van. I quickly tried to move into the car to step on the brake as the van turned to the north. My grandmother was also in the car. I asked her to step on the brake as well. The car bumped against the northern wall of the room. $K5 was in the van with me now. The van was more of a box in the larger room. We were pushing up on the padded lever, pushing it against the northern wall of the box. I had to get the box to stop moving, but i realized that the brake had to be pushed down. I told $K5 that the pedal had to be pushed down. I looked again at the cubical pad between the metal brackets that was now mounted on the northern wall of the room. $K5 was leaned into the pedal, trying to push it up. I felt annoyed, telling her again to push down, but she did not seem to listen to me. I became frustrated with her, and i called her an idiot, repeating the instruction to push down. I pulled down on the padded object as $K5 moved away. I then felt bad for saying mean things to her. I was unhappy, and i was not sure what i should do. I was now in $K5’s house, and people were gathered in the large room to the west of me. The van seemed to have been in the kitchen, which was to the east of the southern end of the room i was in. I felt uneasy here. I held a glass in my right hand as i moved around, wondering what i should do. I then heard the sound of breaking glass. I looked to the east, into the small room off the northern end of the room that i was in. A man was crouched down on the floor, facing southeast at the eastern end of the room. Several large wine decanters with large squat bottoms were on the floor to the southwest of him, but he seemed to be trying to pick up large chunks of glass from the southeast. I moved to the east, noticing that two men were crouched down now, trying to arrange the squarish blocks of broken glass on the floor. I thought that they were trying to reassemble the crystal vase. I then realized that the dogs were in the room, and i wanted to warn the people that the dogs would step on the glass. Before i could say anything, the dogs ran from the west into the room, stepping on the blocks of glass and knocking them out of place on the floor. I told $K5 about the broken glass, though i was not sure where she was. People grabbed the dogs and moved them to the south so that they would be out of the way. I then imagined that the decanter could actually be made whole again by shifting the original decanter through time. I imagined that i could stand with my hands in front of me as if holding the decanter. I concentrated on the decanter as it was before it was broken. I thought that i could pull that version of the decanter through time and hold it in my hands. The person to the north of me seemed amazed by this, even though it had not happened yet. I thought that the broken pieces of the decanter would become an alternate probability of the existence of the decanter. They would disappear from where they were because i would have shifted them into an alternate existence by pulling the decanter through. I thought that the broken pieces would be trapped in a time loop because they would never have existed in the main stream of time. I thought about this as i started moving east to west in the room. The room was now very large, and i was standing on a rock ledge on the northern side of the room. $A56 was now standing to the east of me, and he tried to describe what i was doing to the others, who seemed to be to the west. I started to pace back and forth on the ledge, thinking about how i could move things from time to time. It seemed to be a buzzing vibration. I looked to the south, noticing that i was quite a ways above the floor of the rocky canyon. I was standing on a ledge that was about halfway up the pale-tan sandstone wall on the northern side of the dry gorge. The others had left the room, and i was alone. The edges of the sandstone were rounded and dry. I then realized that a cougar was walking under the ledge where i was standing. It had come from the east. I felt suddenly unsafe, thinking that the others were not close enough to scare it away. The cougar looked up at me. The yellow irises of its eyes seemed bright. I felt scared that it would try to attack me, so i called out for the others. I then thought that the yelling might scare the cougar. I yelled several times, making a yelping noise. I backed away from the edge, yelling to the southeast to catch the attention of the other people. The cougar then jumped to the ledge just to the west of me. I was afraid that it might attack, and i continued to yell for others. I thought that i could pick up a rock to hit the cougar with.

We were driving down the road, heading east. I was in the passenger’s seat of the car, and i was staring off to the south at the passing houses. They looked familiar, and i knew that we had just left $K5’s house. I looked at the brown house on the side of the road. It looked familiar, but i realized that it was not $K5’s house. It was a wide flat house with a deck on the front for a porch. It had white trim on the windows and roof and looked like a Swiss chalet. I thought that the house was nice, and i considered living in a house similar. I then noticed the large greenish-yellow pavilion to the east of the house. It was a ways from the house, as though it were a separate house. I knew that it was part of the same property as the house. It seemed very large, with chairs set up under it. It had a trellis along the vertical supports on the northern side of the building. The building had a wide low roof and thin metal supports holding up the roof. The supports had curved metal details that looked like vines. An arched gateway was near the eastern side of the building. A fire pit seemed to be just outside the door of the pavilion. I thought that the pavilion was very nice. It was much closer to the brown house to the east of it than it was to the brown house to the west, but i knew that it was part of the property of the house to the west. It seemed strange that it was so close to the house to the east, but i realized that the people who owned it had probably put it farther from their house so that they would not be disturbed by the noise of people partying in the building. I thought that the brown house to the east was $K5’s house. I then thought about owning some of the wide land out here. I thought that it would be nice to have something like this. I thought that i could get land out here, but i felt indifferent by the idea now. I remembered that the land was sold in four-hundred-acre chunks. This seemed like a lot of last for a house. I wondered if i could get it and make a park out of it. I imagined having jogging trails and other things on the land.

12018 May 31

I was in a house, which seemed to be my grandfather’s cottage, and we were cleaning things up. The room seemed unfamiliar. It was a rectangular living room that was longer southeast to northwest. A couch seemed to be against the southwestern wall, and some tables were against the northeastern wall. I found a small plastic bag of pictures in a drawer of a table that was against the northwestern end of the northeastern wall. The pictures seemed to belong to $K6. I looked through the bags of pictures, thinking that i should keep them. They seemed interesting. I then looked at one short stack of photographs, noticing that they had something to do with secret ceremonies. They see seemed to be about cult ceremonies, and i was very interested in them. I thought that i should take them now, but i did not have anything to put them in, and i did not want my mother see me carrying them. I knew that she would ask about them. I left them on the table, thinking that i could gather them up later when i had something to put them in. I looked back to the southeast, noticing that there were many things around the room. I had thought that my grandfather had taken all of his things out of the cottage, but the cottage still had many things in it. I pictured a long white room with a stairway descending on the southeastern end. Windows ran along the walls above the stairwell, and the floor formed a narrow shelf around the sides of the stairs where knickknacks were arranged. I was still standing at the northwestern end of the room, noticing the brown cubical chairs against the southwestern wall of the room. Two cubical coffee tables were in front of them, and something round was on one of the tables. My mother was now standing in a doorway in the southeastern end of the southwestern wall. The room seemed old, with wooden furnishings. There were too many things left here by my grandfather. Many of the furnishings seemed old, and i thought that we should save them. My father’s mother was then to the northwest of me. I turned to see her looking at the pictures. She said that the pictures were of Voodun, and she tossed them into the trash bin to the north of the table. I felt upset that she had thrown out the images, and i thought that i would have to retrieve them later when no one was looking. She was with my grandfather to the northwest of me, looking through things on the table. My mother was then standing just to the south of me. She leaned toward me and told me in a hushed voice that my father’s mother had thought that the images were bad. She seemed to be telling me that she agreed and that i should forget about them. I felt that i could not. I still wanted to take them with me. I turned back to the southeast and started across the room to clean up some other things. I then noticed some fruit on one of the cubical coffee tables. It looked like a fig, but it had dried up with age and stuck to the table. I pulled the fruit from the table, thinking that i should throw it out. I headed to the east and then turned to the north, exiting the house on the small wooden deck outside. A set of stairs led back down to the west. As i started down them, i realized that the deck was larger than it was before. It now seemed to be ten meters square, with beveled corners on the northern side. The wood of the deck was painted dark brown to match the house, and a wood railing ran around the outside of the deck. The railing had a horizontal bar running across the thick wooden supports and a wide flat plank running across the top. The railing continued down the stairs that i was descending. The stairs ran down only four or five steps before turning to the northwest. As i reached a landing at the bottom of the first flight of stairs, i was aware of the window in the wall to the southwest of the landing. It looked back into the room where my relatives were cleaning up the things. I was aware that they could see me carrying the dried fruit down the stairs. I would have to act as though nothing was unusual. The bottom of the stairs turned to the northwest, and, when i reached them, i realized that a fence was covering the stairs. The mesh seemed like a heavy chicken wire, and it crossed over the bottom of the stairs. I thought that it was designed to keep the animals out. I turned to the north, thinking that i might be able to toss the fruit over the railing of the stairs, but the fence was tight to the railing. I felt annoyed, not sure what i could do. I bent over near the bottom of the stairs and put the fruit on the bottom step, next to the fence on the northern side. I thought that an animal might come after in, and i wondered if the animal would try to rip the fence to get it. I turned back to the south to head back into the house. I was now standing about ten to fifteen meters from the house on the back lawn of the cottage. The lawn rose up hill from the cottage. The forest started just to the north of me, and the trees were thick and green. A dirt drive seemed to run under me, fading out in the grass to the west of me. I started walking to the south, crossing the dirt path, which seemed to be an old road. I looked down the road to the east, where it passed between the trees on the northern side of the lawn and the thick shrubs that defined the eastern side of the lawn. Two young men were doing something just down the road. They seemed to be from the next house, which was on the southern side of the road, and they were taking things from the car, which was parked in the middle of the dirt road. The card seemed to be an old station wagon. I felt attracted to the men, and i thought about going to talk to them. I turned back to the west, though. I had pulled the chair to the east down the driveway as i moved toward the men, but i was now going to ride it back to the west. It seemed to attach to an elastic chord, which i could not see. I sat in the chair, and it started accelerating down the driveway. I was surprised at how fast it moved at first. I then heard my father calling from the south. I turned to look. He was in an old brown station wagon, which was in the driveway to the south of the cottage. The cottage now seemed to be to the west-southwest of me. My father said “We’re moving now.” The car started to move slowly to the southwest. I thought that he was calling me to do something, but i realized that he was actually trying to tell me something urgent. I was aware of the two men to the east of me again. Something had happened. I put my feet back down on the ground and stood up. I thought that the ground had been moving. A quake must have happened. The men to the east must have felt it, but i did not because i was moving in the floating chair. I stood for a moment, trying to feel the ground. I did not feel anything. Then the ground shifted from side to side in a lazy oscillation. The wave seemed to have started from somewhere to the southwest or west of me. The ground then felt as though it was tipping suddenly to the northwest. I swinged my arms to catch my balance. This was a significant event. I tried to focus on the direction and the feeling of the tipping ground.