12020 June 05
I entered the room from the west. My mother and $K3 were in the room, on the western side. They were talking about the curtains in the house. They were talking about the curtains in my grandmother’s house, and they said that one set was shorter than the rest. I remembered that i wanted to have a set of curtains on the eastern window of my living room shorter than the rest so that they would not catch on the couch, which was in front of them. $K3 joked about the mismatch in the curtain length, making it seem silly. Someone then asked where the curtains had come from, making it sound that they had come from some discount store. I said that the curtains had come from Italy. I then realized that i had not been part of the conversation, and i should not have interrupted them. My mother then asked a question, but i did not quite here what she asked. I knew that she was asking me, so i asked her what she had asked. I then turned and walked to the east, into the other room. I had a parchment in my left hand. I had to write something on it, and it seemed important. I would have to wipe off the tip of the pen, though, because ink had dried and clumped on the end.
12020 June 06
I stood in the center of the bedroom, which was my bedroom at my parents’ farmhouse. My mother was on the western side of the room, helping me arrange the furniture. I had been moving things into the room. My mother was standing to the west of me, but she moved to the south along the western wall. She pointed out the dresser that was to the south of her, saying that the back of it was visible from outside. A round window was in the center of the southern wall, and i knew that my mother had been outside the house moments before. The room seemed to be full of furnishings. The western wall of the room was split so that the southern end of the wall was farther to the east than the northern end. The split was just to the southwest of me, and the connecting wall was about a meter and a half long. The dresser was pushed up against the connecting wall, but it did not seem to be flush against the western wall. It stuck out by about a meter into the room, and it was more than a meter tall. The dresser was made of a pale wood and had a rounded front. The back was facing south, and it had nothing behind it. My mother moved to the dresser, trying to figure out how much of it could be seen from the road outside. I looked at the other furnishings in the room. A piece of furniture seemed to be to the south of me, between the southern wall and me. A dresser or bookcase was against the southern end of the western wall, and it seemed narrower than the pale dresser that was sticking out into the room. I pointed to it and asked my mother if it would fit on the short wall. She said yes. I suggested moving it to the short wall and putting the dresser against the southern end of the eastern wall. We would still have to move some of the other furnishings around. I looked around the room, trying to figure out where to put the other dresser that was among the other furnishings. I walked to the north. My bed was against the northern wall, and i walked into the narrow space to the west of it. The ceiling of the room seemed very tall, and posters were hanging on the walls near the northwestern corner of the room. There was enough space between the bed and the western wall that i could put the other dresser at the northern end of the western wall. My blue bicycle was standing between the bed and the western wall, so i would have to put it somewhere else. This was a nice place to store it, but i wanted room for the dresser. I felt indecisive. I wanted to move the dresser to the north, but i also wanted space to put my bicycles. I turned back to the south. A large picture was now on southern wall. I had put it there. It was a round picture, and it had a man standing on the left side of it. He seemed like a circus ringmaster, and he held out his left hand as he faced north. Below his hand was a large striped disk, which was tipped so that the lower edge was wider in perspective that the upper edge. The stripes on the disk radiated outward from the center, and they represented piano keys. The woman stood to the west of painting, and she pointed to two stripes, saying that the needed to be swapped. I had put the painting together, and i realized that she was referring to the keys of the piano, which the stripes represented. The stripes were in alternating colors, but, because they represented piano keys, two of them would have to be the same color, next to each other. I pictured the keys between C and D-sharp on a keyboard, thinking that the two black keys were separated from others. The woman had pointed out that the keys were not correct before, and i told her that i was still going to change them. The woman seemed like $A645. She walked to the north as i looked at the keys. I touched the two stripes on the painting, wondering suddenly how i would swap them. If it were a computer drawing, i could simply select them and swap them. The stripes seemed to be different shades or orange, or alternating orange and rosy pink. I tapped the two stripes, wondering how i could swap them. It seemed difficult. I then stood back up and walked to the north, heading through the opening in the eastern side of northern wall and heading up the driveway of my parents’ farmhouse. Others were arranging things by the garage, and i had to do something. I moved along eastern side of the paved driveway, stopping near the front of the garage. A woman was on the western side of the driveway, and others were talking to the north. We seemed to be on northern side of the bedroom, but the front face of garage was the northern wall of room. A large black plastic square thing was on the ground to the south of the garage door. It had ridges at regular intervals that ran east to west. The ridges were about three centimeters tall and spaced a little more than a deci apart. I stepped on some of the ridges, thinking that they were like piano keys. I thought about how to play them, but it seemed confusing. The woman started walking to the south, down the western side of the large black mat. I told her that i was having trouble figuring out the keys of the instrument. She looked up at me as she moved slowly down the western side. I said that i was not used to having notes at regular intervals, adding that it would normally have double keys. I thought about the music scale, picturing the notes as even divisions. I knew that the notes should be clustered, but the instrument had them evenly distributed. It seemed interesting and strange. I tried to think about this as i tapped ridges with my left foot.
I moved to the north, into the small dead-end driveway on the northern side of the area. We were in a park or campground, and the others had been doing something for the event. We had been gathered in a large pavilion, which was on the southeastern corner of the intersection, which as on the northern side of the park. The road that led west seemed to lead out of park, but the exit was not that close to us. The others had walked to the west to do something. They seemed to be in a cluster of people, and i thought that they were having fun as a group, doing something. I had moved to the north, though, thinking that i had to get something. It seemed that i was leaving. The dead-end road was to the north of the intersection, which seemed to be in northwestern section of larger park. I walked to the western side of my car, which was facing north. The driveway was narrow, only a little more than the width of the car. Two cars were parked to the south of me. $A643 was in the car just to the south of me, and she had her window rolled down and was saying something to me. I said something about my car, and i moved toward the car. I was aware of the others to the south and southwest of me. I felt uncomfortable that i was not with them, but i had something to do. I started to walk back to south, but i realized that my car window was open. It seemed cold out, so i thought i should roll up the window. I got in the car and turned it on so that i could roll up the windows. Something felt emotionally uncomfortable. I had to think about how windows worked as i pressed the button to roll them up. I then took my right foot off of the brake. The car seemed to roll back a little to the south, but i knew that it would not roll that far. It rolled farther than i expected, but it came to a stop. I had not hit the cars to the south of me. I got out of my car, noticing that the two cars to the south of mine were backing out of the space. They would have to move in order for me to leave. I was then aware that a large group of people was returning to the pavilion from the west. I felt awkward not being with them. I turned back to my car, which seemed small. It was sliding to the south on the street. The street seemed to be covered with icy snow. I had the driver’s door of car open, and i pushed against the car to get it to stop moving. The car slided to the south and then spun around. I slipped into the car as it turned to the south. I felt uneasy about something, but it did not have to do with the car. The car was now facing south, so it would be easy for me to drive out. I would have to be careful of the icy roads, though.
12020 June 09
I was running with the large group of $G4, and we headed to the north, across the rectangular area. A steep grassy hill was on the northern side of the area, which seemed like a large gymnasium, though i could not see any walls. Some of the others had gone in a different direction, and some were hanging around in the center of the area. I started jogging to the north, and a few others were following me. I started climbing the steep grassy hill. I had to lean forward and point my toes outward to get a grip on the steep ground. I climbed upward, feeling excited to follow the trail. I then realized that a set of stairs crossed the slope at a diagonal, ascending from west to east. I realized that the trail had probably gone up the stairs, and it would have been easier to take the stairs than scale the side of the hill. I was having fun, though. I turned to the northeast to follow the white block stairs the rest of the way up the slope, which now seemed to be a large domed pile of dirt against the northern wall of the area. The wall seemed to be cement, and it was open on the eastern side so that the trail could continue from the stairs to the northeast. I was ahead in the run, and i was having fun as i reached the top of the stairs. The land at the top of the hill flattened out, with only a very gradual slope down to the north. The land was covered with grass, and it looked like a well-kept park. Trees grew along the northern edge of the park, and i thought that a bridge across the river was to the northwest, beyond the trees. I put my hands on my hips as i looked to the north and tried to catch my breath. I knew that the group would be pausing here for a drink break. A man came up the stairs behind me, and me approached me from the west. He was a bulky man; he was not fat but not detailed. He seemed to have short brown hair and a short scruffy beard over his light skin. He passed close to the west of me and started moving to the northwest, into the field. As he passed, i put my right hand on his shoulder. I felt the hair on his back as he passed. It felt strange under my fingers. I was familiar the man, and i had put my hand on his shoulder to show friendship as he walked past. I moved out into the park to the northeast and started talking with the people, who were now gathered there. It felt nice to be here. I wandered among the people, chatting. $F58 was talking with a few other women to the southeast of me, near the top of the stairs. $A592 was then to the east of me. He put his arm around my shoulder as someone moved to the north of us to take photos. He had his left arm over my shoulders. I looked to the camera and smiled, not sure whether i should fake excitement for the camera. I thought that i should smile. He had his right hand out, so i put my left hand out to mirror him. The person taking the pictures took a few, and we tried to stand still. We were partly crouching, though, and we started to slide lower as we tried to hold the position. We finally slided low enough that we fell backward onto the soft grassy floor. We laughed about it and hugged each other. It felt good to hug him. He then started pushing against me, and i pushed back, starting to wrestle. I then thought that it would not be a good place to seriously wrestle, so i tried to stop. I did not want to be that rough with him. I had already moved behind him, though, and i had my left arm through his left arm, pulling it back. He did not object to me doing this, but i did not tighten the hold. It was nice to be with him, and i did not want to wrestle him at the moment.
12020 June 10
I moved around the large rectangular room of the apartment, looking at the new things. I had just moved into this place, and i was not yet used to the things here. The room was very long northwest to southeast, and a large bed or couch seemed to be against the northwestern end of the southwestern wall. I moved to the northeast, looking at the large television in the middle of the northeastern wall. Two televisions were in the apartment, and both were on counters that ran along the northeastern wall. The second set was smaller and was to the southeast of the first. The kitchen of the apartment seemed to be in the eastern corner of the room, but it was not lighted at the moment, so the corner seemed very dark. I noticed two white television remotes on the counter near the large television. One must control the smaller television that was in the bedroom. I started walking to the northeastern wall. A woman, who seemed like my mother, was now to the south of me. She said something about the room. I said that it was different that i had been used to. She referred to the television, and i told her that this place had cable service. That was new to me. I had not had cable service for white a while, so i said it would be interesting to have to watch channels again. I then wondered if i would be able to still watch shows from internet streaming services. The woman and i both walked toward the large television set. I remembered thinking about these things before. She picked up the pale-tan remote, aimed it at the television, and pressed a button. Nothing happened. I looked at the small remote in her hand, and i told her that it was the remote for the smaller television in the bedroom. I looked at the counter near the large television and saw the other pale-tan remote sitting on the counter. It was much longer than the first. I picked it up and handed it to the woman. I was aware of the bed against the southwestern wall, to the south of me. It seemed to be the bed in my bedroom, and i was interested in having a television that i could watch from the bedroom. It seemed strange to have television service again, though, but i was excited about being in this new place.
12020 June 12
I was in the kitchen of my grandmother’s house, near the sink in the middle of the eastern wall. My grandmother was to the north, in the dining room with someone else. My grandmother seemed to be sitting on the eastern side of the round table, and a young girl was sitting in a chair on the southern side of the table. My grandmother was talking to the young girl. I turned to the north and opened the door to the refrigerator, which was to the north of the sink and counters. I noticed several things on the shelf of the refrigerator, and i wondered where they had come from. I remembered cleaning out the refrigerator before, so there should not have been any food it in. I pulled out the plastic bags of food, seeing that one of the bags had cut squash in it. I felt frustrated as i took the bags out of the refrigerator, thinking that we would have to clean out the refrigerator again. I then felt confused, wondering how the new things had been put in the refrigerator. I did not know where they had come from. My grandmother had died, so there should not have been anyone here to cook food and put it in the refrigerator. I felt upset now. How could my grandmother have made more food? I looked at one of the plastic storage dishes. It was long and rectangular, and it had cooked asparagus in it. I pulled more bags out of the refrigerator, realizing that there were many things here that needed to be sorted. I felt disheartened, and i was not sure what i should.
I thought about how we had cleaned my grandmother’s house. I stood in the living room near the center of the western wall. I felt uncertain, like i could not focus on what we were supposed to be doing here. I tried to remember what we had cleaned out, but i felt confused. Something about this situation seemed strange. I looked to the northeast, across the living room. A group of four people were standing on a small round platform to the northeast of me. They were singing. They stood close together, and they wore sparkling white leisure suits. I noticed that the chest areas of their suits had brown splatters that ran in diagonal lines from their left shoulders to their right hips. I knew that the splatters were from chocolate sauce, and i realized how strange it seemed that they had chocolate splattered across their chests. The view then zoomed in on one of the women in the group as she sang. She seemed very young, and i realized that this group was ABBA. This was what they looked like in the seventies. This was a very strange situation. Why were they here in the house? I did not understand what was happening.
12020 June 13
I was at the eastern end of the northern side of the open outdoor area, which seemed like The Commons. The stores along the northern side all seemed to be built out of the same type of dark brick, and they had modern glass fronts. I was facing east and talking to the person who was to the west of me. The person asked about the pictures. I thought that he had given me pictures from $A606. I remembered looking at them before and thinking that they were nice. I knew that $A606 had taken some artistic pictures of people that were very nice. I looked down into the shallow pool that was in the center of the village square. The water had a yellow reflection to it, but i could the photographs under the surface of the water. I walked a few steps to the eastern end of the northern side of the pool, looking down at the photographs. The man had asked me for some pictures that he could give to $A606. I felt a little suspicious of this. I wondered if $A606 had given me some of his photographs so that i would feel pressured to give the man some of mine to give back to $A606. I felt indifferent about giving him my pictures, though. I thought that i had many original photographs that i could give him. I would have to copy them on to a chip disk to give to the man. I told the man that my pictures would be original photographs, though, adding that they would not be cleaned up or cropped. I moved around to the southern side of the area and headed back to the west a little. I thought about the images as i glanced down into the pool to the north of me. The man gave me a chip drive to put the images on. He was now standing in the center of the room, to the northwest of me. I turned to the north once i reached the western side of the room. $A682 was also in the room now, and he was to the west of me. He warned me against using the disk that i had been given. I wondered what was the matter with the drive. I wondered if $A606 had put a virus on it that would affect my computer. I felt suspicious. I had already used the drive, though. I did remember that it had not worked that well. I looked at the yellow chip drive in my right hand as i came to the northern side of the western edge of the rectangular table that was in the center of the room. This was the second chip drive that i had tried to use. I remembered the first one did not work on my machine, and i wondered if it was the one with the virus. I told $A682 that the first drive did not work, wondering if he knew that there were two. I wondered if the drives had gotten switched accidentally. Maybe i had the one that did not have the virus. I remembered that the first drive had worked for a second or so, but then failed to respond. I talked about it as i headed to the east along the northern side of the table or counter. A laptop computer was on the eastern end of the northern side of the desk. The man moved from the north to the computer to look at it. I looked over his right shoulder as i approached him, noticing a small window in the upper left of the screen. It looked like a picture of the midsection of a woman. She was wearing pink panties and a matching bra. The image showed her abs. I worried that i had left the window open and that it might seem like some kind of pornography to the man. The image seemed to be animated, so i told the man to close the window before it changed and appeared to me more salacious. The image was moving so that it appeared that the woman was rotating her hips to make her belly wobble like a belly dancer. Several small boxes were now open across the top of the screen, and they all had the same image in them, but the panties and bras were in different colors in each picture. It seemed rather sexual, and i hoped the man did not think negatively of me. I then wondered why i would have such an image on my computer. I was not sexually interested in females. I tried to close one of the windows, but the image expanded to fill the entire screen. I felt annoyed, thinking that this might be the virus or some other type of malware. Other windows then started taking over the screen. I told the man that the computer was infected. I felt agitated and annoyed. $A682 was to the south of me now, talking to some other people. I knew the other people. They were part of $G23, and they had come to this area to talk to $A682. They had been traveling with him to see shows. I moved to the east. I was now outside in a park-like area. The small town surrounded me. This was part of the town around the college. The college seemed to be to the northwest and west of us. I started moving to the east, across the cut grass of the park. The grass seemed old and worn, as though it were late winter or early spring. I was aware of the gorge to the north of us, just beyond view at the edge of the park. $A682 was with his friend. I looked to the southwest at them. The friend seemed like someone i had not seen in quite a while, and it was nice to see the young man again. I chatted with the young man as we continued to walk to the east slowly. He walked to the south of me, asking about the gorge. He had not been to this area, but i seemed familiar with this place. I thought that we had hiked up the trails that were in the gorge before. I remembered that the gorge to the east was very narrow, with trees and bushes on both sides. I looked to the north, across the small park between the edge of the cliff of the gorge and us. I thought that there were no trails in the part of the gorge to the north of us, and it was just after this part that the gorge started steeply up hill and got narrow. I told the man that the gorge here was too narrow for trails, thinking that the water was against the cliffs on both sides. I walked to the north, with the man to the west of me. As we reached the edge, i could see that the gorge here was rather wide and was in two levels. The main water channel ran along the northern cliffs of the gorge. The cliff on the eastern side of the water was only about a third as tall as the northern cliff, and a flat strip of land filled about half of the taller gorge. Small shrubs were growing along the top of the ledge, and a small building was to the northwest of us on the land. A cement structure that looked like a square light tower was on the edge of the cliff to the northwest. It seemed to be about three meters tall. A dirt walking trail ran along the center of the gorge, on the edge of the land, just inside the small bushy shrubs. Small houses were nestled along the cliffs under us. They were small and looked like New England houses, and one below us was painted red. I started to move out over the water as i looked at the area, thinking that it was very nice, but i was still on the southern side of the gorge. I kept talking about this area, telling the other man about it. The land to the north of the gorge was very open, with few trees and hills. Everything around us seemed very flat. I headed toward the north, toward the edge of the cliff. $A682 was with the young man. Looking to the west, i noticed a stack of racks that were shaped like an egg, along trees at the edge of the cliff. It seemed to have wooden structures around it, and i thought that people would be moving it to a new location. It seemed to be tipping slightly where it was, and i worried that the sculpture might fall over to the south. I stopped and stared at it for a moment, but i realized that the rock egg was really near a tall rock, not near a moving apparatus. The rock was to the north of the egg, and it looked like a square pillar cut from a single piece of stone. The egg was actually where it should be. It I sat down on a short stone wall with a wide top, which seemed now to be about five meters to the south of the edge of the cliffs. $A682 and the man were to the south of me, sitting on one of the stone structures, which seemed to be part of the stone wall. I glanced back at them and then looked again at the rock egg. I then realized that $A682 was still upset about something. I asked him how he was doing. He was sitting on the west of the young man, and the young man was directly behind me, to the south. $A682 did not answer. I looked at the man, wondering how i should tell him that he should help $A682, because he was $A682’s boyfriend. I felt sad for $A682. I knew that his family had come to this area, and i thought that something might be wrong. I looked back to the north, now on the southern side of a large store. Others were around me. I felt upset and knew that i had to figure something out. I remembered that $A707 was to the west, on the southern side of the large counter that was in the middle of the store. I was near the eastern end of the southern side of the store. The long counter ran down the center of the rectangular room, extending west form the eastern wall. The exit door seemed to be in the southern end of the eastern wall, just to the south of the counter. This place had not been opened because of the pandemic, but it was now opened again. A man was on the other side of the counter, to the northeast of me, working on a computer, which was on the counter. The white CRT monitor was square, with vertical vent slots on the back. Several police officers then came into the shop from the east. I was now in the middle of the store, near the western end of the counter. The police complained about the cars that were parked in the lot to the south of the store. The southern wall of the store was glass windows, and i looked out the windows at the asphalt lot of cars. I thought that my car was outside the store here. I felt nervous about the cars, thinking that i might have parked in the wrong place. I would have to get my things together so that i could drive my car out of the lot. I looked around for them on the northern side of the room. I wondered where i would put my car. I passed through a doorway and headed west, finding myself in a passageway that ran along the back side of the store. The passage opened up into a small square room. I knew that the southern end of the room led to another storefront, which was to the west of the one i had been in. A corridor seemed to run to the west, flush with the northern wall. A woman was sitting on a low wall that extended from the western wall, to the northwest of me. I asked her where i would be able to park. I looked to the south, seeing out the large glass window of the smaller store to the west of the one i had been in. A small narrow lot ran along the southern side of the building. It had only one row of parking along the building. It was separated from the larger lot to the south by a median of dry grass. A few young trees grew on the median. I noticed a sign on one of the trees that said “No Parking” on the top, with the words “Home State Only” under it. It was printed in red letters on white. I thought that only local people from this state would be allowed to park in the lot, and i knew that i was not from this state. I seemed to be in the southern United States somewhere. I asked the woman if the parking restriction was just in the small lot near the building or if it applied to the large lot as well. The woman said that it also applied to the large lot. She then told me to move my car to the driveway to the north of the building. I looked at the square opening in the northern wall of the room. It had short walls extending into the room from either side of it, and the cement floor of the room descended between the walls and out the doorway. I could see a narrow driveway outside, at the back of the building. I felt hesitant about driving my car to the back of the building, thinking that the back area was for people who worked here. The corridor that now ran east from the room seemed to be the alley, and i was in part of it. I was not sure what to do. It did not seem like a good idea to drive my car into the alley. The other person in the room, who seemed to be male, referred to the steep ramp that descended to the doorway. I thought that he wanted me to drive my car up the ramp and into the room. This did not seem to make sense, even though the room now seemed like a small courtyard. I told him that my car would not make it up the ramp; the ramp was too steep and narrow. Someone to the southeast then said that the police were towing cars. I felt annoyed and started looking for my keys. I had turned to the south, and i was back in a shop with a counter crossing the center of it. I walked to the south, around the western end of the counter, heading for the door in the southern wall that led out to the parking lots. I was not sure where my keys were, and i felt my pockets for them. I then turned around to the north to look for my backpack. I felt frustrated that i did not know where my things were. I could not find my things, and i wondered if $A682 had taken them. I felt bitter about this. I then reached into the left pocket of my jacket and pulled out my keys. I headed south, now outside of the store. As soon as i started crossing the small lot to the south of the building, i realized that i was not sure where i had parked. A drive ran along the southern side of the median that separated the small lot from the larger lot. The store to the east had a narrow median, with only grass growing on it, but the store to the west had a wider median with a few trees growing in it. The trees did not have any leafs at the moment. The drive curved to the south, just past the eastern end of the western store. It seemed to curve back to the west around the southern side of the larger lot. I walked across the median and stopped. The police seemed to have been towing cars in the narrow lot in front of the eastern store. Another lot was across the drive from the narrow lot, to the south of it. It had three or four rows of parking spaces. The larger lot to the southwest had more spaces and extended farther to the south. The rows of cars seemed to run east to west in both lots. I could not remember where i had parked. I stopped at the northern end of the median on the eastern edge of the large lot. I could not see my car in the lot, and i wondered if i had parked in the medium-sized lot to the east. I started heading back to the east, but i realized that the police had already cleared many of the cars out of the lot. I started to cross the median between the drive to the south and the middle-sized lot, but my left foot suddenly got stuck on something behind me. I was annoyed, wondering what to do. I pulled my foot out, but i could not see my car. I was upset, thinking that i would have to walk to the towing place to get my car back.
12020 June 16
I headed back to the south, crossing the small area between the college buildings. I had been wandering around the college campus, and i seemed to be somewhere just to the east of East Avenue. The courtyard had a paved surface, and a familiar building stood to the south of me. I walked southwest to go around the eastern side of the building. I thought that i should be heading back to the north to get home. Few people were on campus because of the quarantine. I had been taking classes here. As i turned north and headed down the open area, passing in front of a man who was walking from the south, i suddenly realize that i had left my book bag in the building to the southeast. The open area seemed like East Avenue, and i seemed to be somewhere near Goldwin Smith Hall. I had to go back to the south to get my books so that i could head home. I felt a little annoyed by this as i turned around, now on the sidewalk on the western side of the street. My house seemed to be to the northwest, across the gorge from here. I headed back to the south on the sidewalk, which rose up in a small mound. Two or three people were sitting on the curb of the street to the east of the small mound that formed the sidewalk. Metal railings ran on both sides of the raised section of sidewalk. As i walked up the northern side of the mound, my feet felt warm and sweaty. The feeling was uncomfortable, so i decided that i should take off my shoes. I stopped at the top of the mound in the sidewalk and pulled off my leather loafers. The sidewalk was smooth enough that i would be able to walk down it without hurting the soles of my feet. I started down the hill to the south, but i was walking to the north again, now in a corridor, which seemed to be at the northern end of East Avenue. The ceilings were high in this place, which seemed like a public mall or small shopping area within one of the buildings. The corridor met another short corridor, which ended only a few meters to the east and curved quickly to the north as it headed west. I started walking around the curved corner of the wall to the north. Two people were talking in the corridor to the east of me, standing near the eastern wall. Someone was also talking to the north of me. The voice of the person seemed to be coming from within the wall. The wall was actually a thin lattice of intricate carved wood. A large facial mask was carved in the center of the curve. It had a tall face and open mouth with pointy teeth. It looked like a Polynesian mask. I said something as i started past the carvings, speaking in a heavy accent. I then backed up to look at the details of the wall. A man was standing behind the carvings, between the curved lattice and the tan wall that backed it. He was doing something with the wall. He asked me a question, but i was not quite sure what he said. As he started talking, a noise came from the east, down the corridor. I glanced to the east in annoyance to let the man know that i could not hear him, and then i moved closer to the wall to ask him what he had said. The wall now seemed to have a plexiglas surface over the cravings, which further blocked the man’s voice. He had asked the question again, and i again leaned in to hear better. The man spoke a foreign language, and i realized he was asking me if i spoke German. He must have heard me talking in an accent and thought that i spoke a foreign language. I told him that i did not speak Deustch. He looked at me for a moment, and asked me another question. He had been facing south through the wall, but i was now to the west of the wall, around the corner. The man was young and had short straight blond hair. His face seemed somewhat familiar, and i felt interested in him. I tried replying to what he was saying in English. He understood me, but he kept asking questions in another language. I did not quite recognize the accent. He turned to look down to the north as he said something. Another person was to the north of him as he moved. I thought about the accent i had spoken with, and it seemed to be Russian. I thought about this as i started walking to the north. The others were following me. I was still listening to the man talk, but i was looking out over the gorge. The gorge was very wide, and it ran to the northwest. We had been walking on the path that ran along the southwestern wall of the gorge. The interior of the gorge was forested, and this place seemed very beautiful. I had not been here before, and i was not entirely sure where we were going. I walked to the northwest a little more as the others chatted to the southeast of me. I was walking on a flat surface that ran along the wall of the gorge. The surface seemed to be covered with dry tan grass that was evenly cut. I wondered if we would be able to head through the gorge ahead of us. It seemed that we would have to descend from here, and i wondered if the trail came out to the west of the gorge. The gorge seemed to open up into a rounded area to the west of us. I thought that we might be traveling into a dead end. I pulled out my cell phone with my left hand and decided to look at a map. I looked at the tan map, noticing that the red diamond that indicated where i was in the center of the screen was on the northwestern corner of a rounded bay. The bay had the same shape as the gorge around us, so i thought that it might be showing us the correct area. However, i quickly realized that we could not be near a bay. The water on the map was to the south, and we were on the northwestern curve of the bay, where a small circular bay was. We had to be on land that led to water, and i thought that the water should be to the west of us, because the gorge seemed to lead to it from where we were. I looked at the map, realizing that it was not the correct location for where we were. The map had not yet centered on our location. I thought that the signal in the gorge might be somewhat weak, and i looked for the signal strength indicator as i waited for the map to recenter. The map then started moving, panning to the southeast. The map then flickered from here to there, spinning a few times as it tried to orient. I watched it, feeling frustrated that it was taking so long. When it finally stopped, i could see that it showed the gorge in a slightly darker color of tan. It seemed that the gorge did lead somewhere to the west, so i continued walking to the west. We were now in an area that seemed more forested. The trees were tall and thin and had no leafs. I could see a large modern house to the northwest of us. I thought that the trail ran to the west, along the southern side of the house. I hoped that the people in the house did not think that we were trespassing on their lands. I started heading to the west, passing through the tall thin square columns that supported the cement structure over our heads. This place seemed like an abandoned facility, and it was across a small chasm from the house. I thought that this place must be an old military structure. It was very sparse and open. Something about the area felt very nice. The ground seemed to be covered with a thin layer of snow, and everything was pale tan and white. One of the others caught up to me as i stopped on the western edge of a terrace on the outside of the columns. I looked across a narrow area at the house to the west. It had a few leafless trees in front of it, but i could see the simple features. The roof of the large house was flat, and the windows ran in horizontal rows across the eastern face. I thought that the people who lived there might wonder why we are hiking in their area. We would have to pass to the south of the house to follow the trail to the end of the gorge. I started walking to the west, across the snow-covered grassy field. The others were walking to the west, to the south of me. The house to the west seemed to be on a steep hill overlooking a ravine. As i headed to the southwest, i suddenly realized that the ground sounded strange. I looked down, noticing how smooth the snow was. It no longer had small dry stems of grass poking up through it. I realized that i was walking on frozen water. I stopped, thinking that the water might not be well frozen. The sound it made when i stepped must have been from the ice vibrating. I crouched down and rolled to the north, trying to get off the ice of the wide pond. The others were to the south of me. As i stood back up, i noticed that i was standing over grass again. I wondered if the people in the house were watching what i had done. I started to the west again, heading for the southern land to the south of the house.
12020 June 17
The person was to the north of me, saying something about the legs. I could see the legs in front of me. The background was black, but two thighs were in the center of my view. They sloped down from the upper right to the lower left, and all i could see in my view was the thighs. The legs were well muscled, and the person was wearing a tight pair of red lycra pants. Something about the legs seemed strange. The person said that the legs were eighty pounds each. This did not make sense. I knew that the person was not referring to weight but to price. I thought that she should have clarified by saying “pounds sterling”. I thought about this for a moment, trying to figure out what was happening.
I had been talking with the people in the rectangular room of the house. The room seemed to be on the southwestern side of the house, and i was standing near the eastern end of the northern wall. The people here seemed like $G3, but this place also seemed like a charitable service organization, like a halfway house or soup kitchen. It felt good to be here. I felt distracted, though, and i turned to the northeast and headed into the other room. I was talking to some of the people, who seemed like $G3. Something about this place was comforting, but i knew that i had something to do, and i should leave. I turned back to the southwest and headed into the large rectangular room, which now seemed like a dining room, with an industrial kitchen along the western wall. The room was empty, but a woman was cleaning something on the western end of the long wooden rectangular table at the western end of the northern row of tables. I felt suddenly uncomfortable, thinking that i did not want to have to clean something at the moment. I paused in the room, not sure what to do. The woman looked up at me and smiled. I said hello, realizing that she was almost finished with what she was doing. I was unsure what to do, so i started chatting with her. Someone then said something from the west of me. I turned back to the southeast and was in the hotel room again. I had to get something here so that i could go do something. I turned to the west, and $A682 was standing near me. He was asking me about something. I responded to him, talking about the object. I remembered the legs that were eighty pounds, but i was not sure if it had to do with this moment. Something seemed out of place, but i was not sure what it was.
12020 June 18
I headed to the northeast, across the northeastern side of the room. I started walking north in the narrow corridor. The person behind me said something, and i remembered the young woman. We had been helping the others here. I remembered this scene from before, and i remembered that the young woman and the older man had gone into the room on the northern side of the area, where the farming couple was hiding. I could hear the young girl talking about the weather to the north of them. They were watching a storm on a large screen on the northeastern wall of the room. The girl was describing something about the storm using strange scientific terms that did not relate to weather. I then heard the older man acknowledge the young girl. The person with me reminded me that we were doing something. I turned back to the south to head back to the main room. The girl and the older man would be in a small room to the north of the main room. I remembered the scene of them in the small room. The girl stood to the northeast, watching the tornado on the large square screen, which ran from the low metal console to the ceiling. The flat screen tipped down slightly, and the image on it was in black and white. The girl seemed to be wearing a dress with white socks. The older man stood to the southwest of her, his head tipped slightly forward. He was tall, with short white hair. The farming couple stood to the west of the girl. The wife seemed nervous, and she held her hands in front of her, resting one on the shoulder of her husband, who stood to the south of her. The husband was wearing denim overalls. Both of the farmers seemed stocky. The scene was to the north of me now, and i said something to the other person, telling him what we had to do.
12020 June 23
We were escaping from the area, and i felt tense. I stopped and looked back to the north. A group of frightened people was hurrying to the south, passing to the east of me. I had been traveling with them. Something had happened, and we had to get away. The area around us seemed rocky and brown. I thought that a dinosaur was to the northwest of us. We had to keep away from it. As i turned around, i thought that i heard the animal roar. I was now in a room of a small cabin. The rectangular room was simple, with few furnishings and a wood floor. I stood in the northeastern section of the room. Some of the others were standing to the east of me. I felt nervous, thinking that something was outside. I thought that it might be the dinosaur. I looked to the west, noticing that a section of the northern wall was set into the room. I knew that the back porch of the house was set into the house, and this wall surrounded the porch. A closed door was in the eastern end of the inset part of the room. The wood door had dark curtains over the window. I thought that i could look out the porch door to see if the dinosaur was to the north of the building. I ran to the door, moving so that i created little noise on the floor. As i reached the door, though, a man broke through the glass and reached for the doorknob with his left arm. He was wearing a dark-green puffy jacket. His appearance so close to me startled me, and i screamed in surprise.
I was in the kitchen of my grandparents’ cottage. Some people were to the east of me, but my attention was drawn to the west. I looked out across the forested valley, which was between a steep rounded mountain to the north and low hills to the south. A dark thing hovered in the sky on the northern side of the valley. It was roughly cylindrical, with rounded ends. It seemed to have a square bottom, though, and rounded rings that encircled the center. The near end had a flat cross that extended from the rounded end of the cylinder, making it seem that it could be stood up on end. It seemed that objects like this were the things that made people believe in extraterrestrial craft. I knew that it was a zeppelin, though. My grandfather was in the kitchen to the east of me, and he said that something was coming from the east. He said that he could see it from the sun porch, which seemed to be on the eastern side of the building. I told him about the zeppelin outside the window to the west as i looked to the east. I could see down the valley to the east, and i could see another flying ship. It was also flying very low. It seemed similar to the first, but it was dull green. I wondered if they were somehow the same ship. I thought that i might actually be seeing a reflection of the ship to the west in the glass window that was on the eastern side of the kitchen. I looked to the west again, noticing that the near end of the ship was tipping downward. Looking to the east, i could see that the eastern ship was doing the same things. Something felt wrong, and i started to worry. I looked back to the west. The ship seemed to be hovering in the air with its nose tipped down, but, all of a sudden, it fell abruptly out of the sky, crashing into the western side of the house next door. I told my grandfather what had happened, and i headed to the east to leave the kitchen. I ran from the southern side of the cottage, into the western lawn. A woman was standing near the southwestern corner of the lawn, near the road. She had her right hand over her eyes, and she was looking up at something to the northeast of her. I looked up into the sky over my head, trying to see what the woman was looking at. I spotted a small object moving through the air, heading in an arc from east to southwest. I realized that it was a chair. It was an ejection seat, and a small boy was sitting in it. He fell to the ground to the west of me, and i ran to see if he was okay. I felt tense about everything that was happening. I entered the room, noticing all of the things that were scattered on the ground. The room was round, with openings in the eastern and western walls. It seemed that we had come in from the west. Small objects were on the floor near the walls, and they seemed to be memorial objects that had been left by the people from the colony. Something had gone wrong. The boy stood to the southwest of me. He was looking at something to the west. His father then came into the room from the west. I felt very upset over what had happened. The boy looked at the objects on the ground, and he was visibly shaken. He asked his father why the memorial things were no the ground. He knew that the objects had belonged to specific people. Someone said that the colony was destroyed. I knew that the objects were things to remember the deceased by. The boy did not quite understand, though. I moved to the east, toward the entrance of the room. The boy questioned what the things had to do with the colony. He had something to do with the destruction of the colony, but he did not understand what he had done. I was too upset and thought that i would not be able to tell him. I knew that the boy would be distraught. His father tried telling him, but he stumbled over the words. I started to cry as i walked back through the doorway, turning to the south in the passageway beyond. The corridor was grayish-tan, with vertical ridges running at regular intervals along the walls. My room was to the southeast of here, and i had been staying in this place. However, i was an outsider to the colony. I had to go back to my room to get my things. I should not stay here any longer. Others came down the corridor from the northeast, heading into the main room through the doorway that was now to the north of me, in the western wall of the corridor.
I talked with $K2 about the motorcycle. It was his motorcycle, and we spoke with the others in the room about it. I stood near the eastern wall of the room. I turned to the northeast and headed into the small adjacent room to get my things ready. I thought that i should have done something. $K1 then said something about the bicycle. We were now leaving this place. I was in a car to the south of the strip mall. My car was facing east, but i had to turn it around to head west. $K1 was driving a red van, and she was in the lane between the parking lot and the stores, to the east of me. She had already turned around and was starting to head west. I turned my car to the north and tried to do a K-turn. I had turned in front of $K1, stopping her. I felt awkward, but i tried to hurry so that i could get out of her way. As i made the last turn, i was close to her minivan, so i turned slowly. I did not want to hit her. I headed to the west, entering the locker room. $A646 was quickly gathering his things from a locker on the northern wall of the room. He was hurrying to leave. I said hello to him as i approached, and i told him about the motorcycle. He said that he had heard the news. He seemed to think that it was not good news. I opened a locker in the northern wall and started to get my things to take a shower. I chatted with $A646 as i got my things together. I turned to the east to head to the showers. $A646 was still standing to the south of the southernmost row of lockers in the room. He watched me leave.
12020 June 25
I stood in the southeastern corner of the rectangular room. The rest of the people were sitting in rows of chairs to the northwest of me. This event seemed to be a wedding, and the people were facing west. The event had been over, and i was saying something to someone. The people in the chairs were watching me as i stood on the southern side of the room. I had to go, so i exited the room to the east and then started walking to the west across the southern end of the area. I crossed a street, which seemed like the southern end of Garden Avenue. Stores were on the western side of the street, and i had to get to someplace. The building on the corner, to the west of me, seemed like a small house, and the building to the north of it had a similar design. The northern building was a club of some sort. I walked into the building through a door near the northern end of the eastern side. The door leaded into a narrow darkened corridor that seemed to lead the length of the building to the west. A group of people was sitting in a booth on the southern side of the corridor a few meters inside the door. I paused near them as i wondered what i should do. I wanted to be in this place, but i felt uncomfortable here. This was a punk club, and i was not really a punker. I continued walking to the west, wondering what i should do. I was trying to make it seem that i had something to do here, but i was not really sure what i should do. I stopped near a few other people, but i still felt uncomfortable in this place. I headed to the back of the corridor. A glass door leaded outside the building, and i walked through it. I thought that i would take a moment outside before i reenter the club. I walked down the four or five cement stairs at the back of the building. A metal railing ran along the northern side of the stairs. At the bottom, i thought for a moment. A man was standing to the north of me. He seemed old and heavy, and he looked at me questioningly. He had a light-brown coat. I told him that i was looking for someone here. An alley ran to the east, along the northern side of the building. The western end merged with a wide asphalt parking lot, which seemed to be between buildings. The buildings on the northern side of the lot, to the northwest of me, were stores. I remembered being here before. I told the man that i was supposed to wait for my friend outside of Bools. I remembered that it was one of the stores in the row of two or three stores to the northwest. I thought about this department store for a moment, and i turned to the east, wondering what i should do. I then headed to the west. I was now driving the car, but i realized that i was in a very awkward position within the car. I hoped that no one else noticed. I felt packed into the car, and i was hunched forward as i held on to the steering wheel. The steering wheel was made of hard plastic and seemed to be from an old car from the 1950s. The car seemed white, with a domed hood and a very narrow body. I was having trouble seeing out the windshield, which was only a deci or so in front of my face. I stopped at the southern edge of the parking lot, waiting for the red light overhead to turn green. When it did, i turned to the east. I felt nervous about driving the car, thinking that it might no be a good idea to drive this kind of car. At the intersection i reached, i turned to the north and started up the eastern side of the street. The street was now three lanes wide, and all of the lanes seemed to be traveling in my direction. I was in the middle lane, and the old dark-yellow cars in front of me were moving slowly. I tried not to get too close to them, because i was not sure that my car would handle well. I felt nervous about driving this car. I then thought that i might be driving too slowly. A short wall ran along the western side of the road, and seemed to divide the lanes that we were in from another set of southbound lanes. I then noticed the hood of my car, which seemed to be partly open. The car i was driving seemed to be an old yellow taxi, with rust marks on the hood that had been poorly covered with brown spray paint. The arcing hood looked like an old 1940s coup, with rounded fenders on either side that sat lower than the hood. The hood was open and bounced up and down as i drove. I worried that it might be dangerous to drive like this, but i did not know what else to do. I watched the cars in front of me, feeling frustrated that we could not accelerate to the regular speed. The building close to the road on the east seemed to be a podium at a race track, and something like a bridge or gridiron spanned over the road. As we passed under it, i noticed that the westernmost lane of cars was clear, and i thought that i should speed up and drive in that lane. As i thought this, a car came from the west of me and speeded up, pulling into the western lane. It looked like an old yellow taxi. Something went wrong, though. The car ended up in the eastern lane, and it rolled too far to the east, driving up on a dirt embankment that was on the side of the road. The car came to a sudden stop in front of an old barn. I stood just to the south of the car now, which seemed to be my car. The others who had been driving with me were now standing in the wide entrance to the old wooden barn, talking about the stuck car. The car was to the north of me, with its front end still up on the dirt mound. The mound seemed to be in the doorway of the barn. A few people were to the east and northeast of me. One man stood very close to the northeast of me. He seemed like $A380. I suddenly took an interest in him as he spoke. He wore a white T-shirt that had the sleeves ripped off. He had short sheared dark-blond hair and a narrow face. He was looking to the northwest as he spoke to someone who was to west of us and just to the northwest of me. He seemed mischievous and reckless, and i knew that he was making trouble. Something about him seemed very interesting. I looked at his arm, noticing that it was thin and not that muscular, and his skin was tanned. I felt a little nervous being with him, but i was very interested in being with him. The people to the west of us were in a car, and a man in the back seat had rolled down a window of the old car to talk to us. The man to the northeast of me said something confrontational to the man in the car. I felt suddenly nervous, thinking that he was trying to start a fight. I did not want to be in a fight with these people, and i worried that the people in the car might take offense at what the man with me had said. The man with me then smiled and joked with them, letting them know that he was not really challenging them. I felt a little better about this. I then noticed the police officer who had come from the west. I hoped that he did not think that the man with me was causing trouble. I said something about the car that was stuck on the dirt, trying to divert attention from the man with me. The others then mentioned that the car was stuck. The male police officer seemed older and out of shape. He seemed relaxed and not concerned about what the others had been doing here. I felt better about this.
I felt uneasy as i drove the car to the east, turning off the main north-to-south road on to the short road. The short road ended on another road, which seemed to run along the base of a steep forested hill. The short road was only about twenty meters long, and it had lush green trees on both sides. At the eastern end of the road, one road ran north-northeast, and the other road ran to the southeast. The road to the south seemed to slope up gently as it curved to the east and headed up a valley between the hills. The road to the north-northeast sloped up steeply and ran along the western side of the steep forested ridge. I felt upset about something, and i was not sure what to do. I had been traveling to the north, but i had become upset, and i did not want to go home. My home seemed to be to the north, and $A682 seemed to have been traveling with me. I was moving around to the west of my yellow car, which was parked, facing north, on the eastern side of the road, directly across from the intersection. I felt desperate as i paced around, moving things out of the car. A wall was now to the east of the road, and i put something on a bench that was built into the wall. I was in a corridor than ran along the western side of the old house. The house was an apartment building, and it was on the eastern side of the road. I reclined on the bench, with my head to the north. I thought that i would just sleep here tonight. I knew that $F57 and $F58 lived in this apartment building, but i did not want to disturb them. They seemed to live upstairs, to the north of me. I pulled a blanket over my legs as i reclined, trying to get comfortable. The bench that i was on was not really a bench, though. It had a concave seat, and it was uncomfortable to be on. The front edge of the seat was rounded, and the seat itself formed a U shape between the front edge and the wall, merging with the wall. I moved around a little, but could not get comfortable. I was then aware that someone seemed to be watching me from the north. No one was there, but i thought that this place probably had security cameras. I would have to tell the people that i knew someone here. I felt uncomfortable and did not know what to do. An opening was in the eastern wall, just to the north of me. I could see part of the stairs leading up to the west. The exit door to the building was on the western side of the corridor, to the southwest of me. I had come in and put some things down on the ground. An older woman was now to the northwest of me. She had come down the corridor from the north, walking with a stiff gate. She had short gray hair and stood with her head leaning forward. She greeted me and then started talking to another person. She seemed interested in what i was doing here. I was then aware of $F57 descending the stairs. I felt uneasy having him know that i was sleeping in the hallway of his building. I did not want him to know that i was here, and i pretended not to notice him. He stopped to the north of me, though, with his hands in his pockets. He smiled at me and greeted me. I said hello and spoke with him for a moment. I said that my car was outside. I felt upset, but i did not want him to know that i was feeling bad. I moved off to the north, looking for the boxes that i had brought in with me. The white cardboard shallow box was on the floor on the western side of the hallway, near some of the paper bags i had brought in. The box was empty, though. I wondered where my things had gone. I then remembered that the older woman had started unpacking the canned food and other food items from the box. I felt annoyed by this. I remembered her putting some of the cans in a cupboard on the western walls. She was standing to the north of me when she did this, but i had been talking to her and someone else. I would have to find my things and try to get them back. The woman must have thought that she was just putting away the groceries. I walked to the north a little. A tall wooden cupboard was in the western wall. I opened the wooden doors and looked inside, but i did not see the canned food that i had expected. Annoyed, i closed the cupboard and moved a little to the north. The western all had a wide recess in it, which formed a small kitchen area. The recess was about two meters deep and four or five meters wide. The back wall was covered with cabinets of all different sizes. I opened a few on the northern side of the kitchen area, trying to find my things. I felt upset that they had been taken. I looked to the south, seeing the empty cardboard box on the floor near the exit door. I moved a little to the south, opening some of the shorter cabinets in the western wall. I still could not find the food that the woman had put away. A man then came from the north, stopping near me. He leaned close to me as he stood to the northeast of me, and he said in a suggestive voice “You know, there are security cameras in this place.” He was implying that i was trying to steal something from the cabinets. He continued to the south, passing to the east of me. I told him that i was looking for the food that i had brought. I had to find it, and i knew that i could explain that it was what i had brought and not stuff that i was stealing.
12020 June 28
I moved along the parking lot, which was to the north of the white medical building. The building was very modern, with rounded square beams that were exposed on the outer face. The parking lot was thin north to south, and a highway seemed to run along the northern side. I had been inside with the others. I moved a little to the west and said something to the person to the south of me. The outer wall of the building seemed to be an inner part of the large glass window that was the southern wall. We were in a walkway bridge between two sections of the hospital. The metal supports just inside the window were white, and we seemed to be in a juncture of the corridor, where a corridor came from the west and ended with the large window, and the other corridor ran off to the northeast from the northeastern corner of the glass area. The woman had come from the northeast, and she stopped me as i headed toward the west. She was asking me questions about something, and i felt nervous. She wanted proof that something was true, and i was not sure what to tell her. I knew that it was not true, but we could not let the woman know. I noticed two other women in white lab coats standing near the windows to the south of me. They were both working with me, and i suddenly realized that i could introduce the taller woman as a doctor. She stood on the east of the two, and she had dark skin, short curly hair, and a white face mask on her narrow face. She started walking forward. I asked her a casual question about the condition of the other person, knowing that she would relay the same story that we had been telling the officials. We could not let them know what was really happening.
I walked to the south along the eastern wall of the small room where the other people were waiting. This seemed like the waiting room to a doctor’s office, but i knew that some people were to the southeast of us in another room, questioning some people. I felt nervous and paced back and forth in front of the chairs that lined the eastern wall. I spoke to the woman, who was in a seat just to the east of me. I felt confused about something, and i kept asking her questions. I was anxious to do something. I then started walking to the north. Another woman was then to the east of me as the first woman followed me to the north. The woman to the east seemed East Asian, with a round face with high cheek bones. She was a little shorter than i and had long dark hair. She was telling me about the interview that was happening. I did not really seemed interested, and i only partly listened to her. I thought that i should go somewhere. She then asked if i really said that it was good that the organ was still in the body. I felt suddenly uneasy, remembering that i had said this to a woman near an eastern wall of a room. I did not expect someone there to tell these people what i had said. I remembered saying that it was a good thing because it would mean that the investigators would not check a specific organ too closely. If the organ had been missing, it would become a focus of the investigation. I had said it to one woman, and i had tried to make it seem to the other woman that i had meant something very plain. I knew that the other woman did not know what had actually happened. I wondered what i would say to the investigator now who had asked me about it. I thought that i would have to say that it was a good thing that the body still had its organs. I would have to make it seem that it was a plain statement, noting that i only meant that it would be bad if the body had been defiled and organs were removed. I felt that this would be a good way to make the statement and keep the investigators from finding out what really happened.
12020 June 30
The others had been pushed out of this area, and i knew that they were close by. They seemed to be somewhere to the southeast of where i was. I was in a room with many other people, and i chatted with them. I was joking around with some of the people near me. I knew that the others who had been expelled from this area would be mad at me. I felt dismissive of them, and i started dancing with the short person who was to the north of me. We were near the eastern wall of the room. I moved a little to the south, realizing that i was stepping out the door of the room and onto a narrow deck that ran along the southern end of the eastern side of the large white building. I felt suddenly nervous about dancing, thinking that the bad guys would see me from the south and would think that i was mocking them by dancing. The person to the north of me seemed like a dog that was bouncing on its hind legs. The dog had long floppy ears and curly fur. I seemed to be doing a dance like the jitterbug. I felt nervous about the people to the south watching me. I turned to look to the south. I then looked up, seeing the people leaning over the edge of the roof. They were staring and pointing at me. I knew that they would be angry with me, but i did not care. I continued to dance. The small person and i moved back to the north as we danced, heading back into the room. I felt nervous of the others, thinking that they would try to retaliate against us. We had done something to expel them from this area, and they were mad at us. I knew that they were angry with me for the role i played, but i felt bitter toward them, and did not care what they felt. I was then aware that something was wrong in the room around me. I then noticed that some of the bad guys were in the room. They had taken some of the people. I felt suddenly offensive, and i moved to the north, thinking that i should prepare to defend myself. I stepped past an object like a table or a bannister, which ran along the northern side of the room. To the east was a wall, which extended from the eastern wall of the larger room. A set of stairs descended in four or five steps from the wall to the floor to the north. $A645 was sitting on the stairs, facing north. She was partly obscured by a curtain of strings of black beads, which hung along the western side of the stairs. I had grabbed something with my left hand, ready to defend myself by using it as a weapon. I looked at $A645, who turned her head to look at me. She was dressed in dark colors, and she had fuzzy dark hair. She seemed disappointed in me. I then realized that she might have seen the garden spade that i was holding in my right hand. I moved the spade to my hip so that it was not being held out at a length. I said something to $A645, realizing that she was probably with the people who had been to the south. I wondered if she felt disappointed in me for what i had done to get the people out of this place. I felt uneasy, thinking that i had done something wrong. I then noticed one of the people in the room being pulled away by someone else. The other person stood to the northwest of me. He was a large man, with a rounded scruffy face. He stared at me with a frown. He was one of the invaders. I realized that the room had been infiltrated with the bad guys, and i wondered what i should do. I did not want to attack them, but i knew that i might have to do something violent if they tried to attack me. The man just stood, watching me. I thought that the others must have had be surrounded. I was not sure what i should do, and i felt very nervous. Someone then grabbed me from the east. I pushed the person back roughly, trying to keep myself away from others. Someone shoved me from the southeast, but i managed to stay in the same place. I wondered if i would have to attack anyone to keep them away. I did not want to escalate the situation by stabbing someone with the spade, but i worried that i might have to, and i felt prepared to do so. Something then stabbed me in the right shoulder. I reached for it with my left hand and pulled out a brassy cylinder with a sharp point. It was a drug needle. I felt upset that they had drugged me. I would not be able to stand my ground. Angrily, i threw the needle at one of the people to the northeast of me. The young man was hit in the forehead with the needle, and the point stuck into his skin just above his right eyebrow. He had been pushing on another young man, but he now seemed annoyed that the dart had stabbed him. He pulled the brass cylinder from his forehead. The cylinder was about five centimeters long and about three-quarters of a centimeter thick. He glared at me as he stopped pushing the other man, who was to the west of him. The man held the needle in his right hand as he looked at me. He had a long face with a narrow chin. His hair seemed to be dirty red. I felt suddenly very upset. I felt bad for being in this situation, and i felt helpless to do anything about it.
I carried the objects to the southeast, across the room. It seemed like i was doing something that i should not have been doing, but i knew that i needed to get it done. I had the objects on a tray or in a flat carrier, and i held them in front of me. A person walked from the north to the east of me, turning to the east as i moved into the eastern end of the room. I was near the southeastern corner of the room. I thought that something i was doing would seem inappropriate to these people, but i had to make it seem that i was doing something normal. I moved into the small area on the eastern end of the southern wall of the large room. The large room seemed to be a common area in the center of a building. It had high ceilings, and shops or other businesses were around the pale walls. A wooden counter surrounded the area on the eastern end of the southern wall. The old service counter had wooden paneling under it, and the surface was stained and polished. It seemed like an old post office. I thought that small wooden mail compartments filled the southern wall. I was now between the counter and the wall. I turned to the west. The southern wall of the room was now in two sections, and the counter of the mail area was flush with the western section of the wall. A man was behind the counter to the east of me now, and i thought that he would wonder why i was there. I looked at the opening in the wall to the west of me. A floor ran halfway up the opening, at about the level of my abdomen. I could see two rooms to the west, one above the floor and one below. Both were lighted with fluorescent light, and they both had something to do with the post office. Some people were working in the lower room, but i had to deliver the boxes i was carrying to the upper floor. I lifted the trays of water bottles up to the upper floor. It was difficult to lift them up, but i managed to get the wooden tray onto the top floor. I then moved back to the west, walking along the southern wall of the room. I could still see the people who had been in the room. A man in a dark suit was standing just to the east of a machine, which was against the western end of the southern wall. He was balding, with dark hair around the sides of tall head. The machine seemed like an old video game, with a large screen on the top and a long low surface in front of it. It was shaped like a pinball machine without legs, but i knew that it was not a pinball machine. These men had shrunk down the machines in this room. I remembered this from before. The people had somehow folded up the machines so that they become smaller. I remembered a symbol that had something to do with the video game that was in the center of the room, to the north of where i was now standing. I turned to the north to look at it, but the machine was not there. I remembered some kind of symbol on the eastern side of the machine to the north that looked like a capital L with both legs about the same length. To represent the shrinking of the machine, the bottom of the white L curved under, at first looking like a lowercase H and then like a lowercase B with the bottom part not connecting to the vertical stem. I looked back to the south at the gray machine to the west of man in the dark suit. The symbol hovered over the western side of the machine, and it was now green. I thought about how the lower bar had been curved under. I said something to the men, and then backed into the center of the room. As i started to turn to the east, i noticed people sitting at round cafe tables along the southern wall of the room. A man on the western side of a table in the center of the area was looking out of the corner of his eyes at me. Something about him seemed very interesting. He had blond hair that was combed up and forward across his face. His face seemed very attractive, and it reminded me of someone from the eighties. I tried not to stare at him, and i turned to the northeast and started across the room. I was still thinking about the machines. I then noticed another video game to the northeast of me. It was set into a table, with the screen tipped slightly to the south. The name of the video game wrapped around the northern side of the screen, and a large picture of a person was on the western side of the screen. I suddenly recognize the person as Kyle Dake. He was dressed like a telewrestler, thought, which seemed strange. I then noticed that he was pictured on the lower part of the surface, which was now tipped to the south. Above him was a large muscular female wrestler in a red short-sleeved singlet. She seemed enraged and was looking down at Kyle. This seemed very strange. I thought that Kyle should be on a video game for olympic wrestling, not telewrestling. I was then aware that the man who had been sitting at the table on the southern side of the room had gotten up and was quickly walking toward me. I glanced back at him, noticing that he was rather muscular. I thought that he was very attractive, and i felt interested in him, but i tried not to show it. I looked back at the gaming table to the north. The man said something about it excitedly. I replied, saying that i was interested in the picture. He said that he liked wrestling and seemed excited. He was trying to encourage me. I noticed the writing on the top of the machine. The thick letters spelled out something that started with “Ico”. The next letter seemed to be a Q, and i wondered if the name was related to the native name for Iraq. I tried to pronounce the word. Four or five more letters were at the end of the word. The man put his hand on my back. I felt interested in talking to him, and i wondered if he would want to wrestle. He then grabbed my arms and pulled them back. I did not quite respond, but i wanted to challenge him. He continued to talk about the table, and i continued looking at it as we spoke. I hoped that he would wrestle with me.