11999 July 01
I was in the dining room of $P19. It seemed strange to be here. I seemed to be sitting at a small square table, separated from the rest of the people. I was facing east and was sitting on the west end of the room. There was someone in the center of the room who was standing up and speaking to the others. I then realized that i was the waiter. I wondered why i would be waiting tables here again. Everyone seemed so much younger than me. I heard someone calling for the waiter, so i stood up from my chair. There was a woman on the south side of the room who had called me. I pushed away my small green plate, which had only small remnants of red food on it, and walked over to the other wooden rectangular table where the woman was sitting. The tables seemed worn and faded. The woman was sitting on the east end of the south side of the table. I realized that she was offering me her plate. It was empty. She was finished and wanted to get rid of her plate. I looked around the room and realized that i could start collecting the plates of the others as well. It seemed as though everyone had finished. I picked up the woman’s plate, which was larger than mine and was white. I collected her silverware as well and walked back towards the small square table where my plate was. I picked up my plate and headed to the north, where the door to the kitchen was. As i started through the door of the kitchen, the silverware fell off of the left side of the plates and clattered to the floor. I kicked the silverware into the kitchen as i stepped out of the room. I wondered whether the people in the room would think that it was rude. I then placed the plates on the counter in the kitchen. There was another brother in the kitchen already. He was holding a plate that he placed on the main counter top. He then told me that another brother had suggested an easier method of collecting the plates. I noticed the small red tray in his hand and told him that we had always used to use trays. I then asked him where the large serving trays were. He shrugged his shoulders and said that he did not know. I walked to the back of the kitchen where the large cabinet was. I looked around it for the large green trays but did not see them. The other person walked of the door on the east side of the room and back into the kitchen. I wanted to find a tray so that i could finish waiting. I did not want the other brother to do all of the work. I then realized that there were several mattresses and some old doors leaning in front of the cabinet where the trays were kept. I thought that it must have to do with the construction project. I pulled them forward and looked into the cabinets. I walked around the center of the kitchen looking for the trays, but could not find them. I wondered where they had gone. I then looked back in the cabinet and noticed that they were on the bottom shelf. I pulled one out and left the kitchen. I started back down stairs to the room where everyone was eating.
11999 July 02
I rolled over in the large bed. I seemed to be in the middle of a field. I did not feel like getting up. I then noticed that there were several people around me. They were walking around the area. I sat up on the bed, trying to pull the brown sheets over the mattress. I then noticed that a few of the people were looking over the wooden frame of the bed. They seemed to be arabic or indian. They were dressed in dark red or brown robes and seemed like figures from an old movie. They looked carefully at the edge of the mattress. I knew that they were noting the stitching along the bottom edge where the white surface was sewn to the multi-coloured border. They thought that it was finely crafted. I knew that they wanted to buy the bed, but i told them that it was not for sale. I did not trust them. I thought that they were wealthy kings and would not believe that they could not buy something. I was afraid that they would simply take the bed. I told them again that it was not for sale, but they kept crowding around. I felt insecure and thought that i might have to fight them off. I knew that the bed was an antique from my parents’ house. I was in the back yard of their house as the people crowded around me. I then walked across the second-floor bedroom of the house and down the stairs. My mother said that she was going to bed. I thought that i would walk downstairs and look around. As i came into the dining room i noticed the sword sticking through the wall. I tried to adjust it so that it was higher in the wall. I sword came loose. I tried to stick it back into the wall, but i realized that the outside of the wall was missing. I thought that there should have been a piece of plaster board over the wall, but there was not. I could see between the two large wooden beams into the wall. I could see the wooden cross-slats which held up the other side o the hall. I wondered what had held the sword up before. It did not seem that it could have pierced the opposite side of the wall. I thought that i had to place it back, though, and stuck the tip of the long sword into the plaster on the other side of the wall. I looked down the decorative blade and thought that the sword was very nice. I wondered whether i would have it handing in my new apartment. I then turned and headed into the kitchen. I the lights seemed to be out, thought i could see clearly. I noticed that the stove on the left side of the room was turned on and that there was a small pot on top of it. My mother must have left the pot on the stove to dry but forgot to turn it of. It seemed as though it had been on the fire for a very long time. I looked at as i approached and could see that the bottom of the pot had turned red from the head and was starting to deteriorate. I was concerned with the pot and bent over to turn off the burners. I wondered why the smoke detector did not buzz. The handle on the stove was black. As i reached for it, the flame on the burner went out. I thought that it was a safety precaution of the stove which would turn off the burner if it got too hot. As i turned the knob off, i heard the clicking of the auto-light trying to start the burner again. I turned the handle to stop it from re-igniting, but realized that the knob to the left was on as well. I looked back at the pot and realized that it was oval in shape and that it covered two burners. I turned off the second burner. I thought that i should cool off the pot. I picked up one of the green plastic glasses from the sink. The glass was full of water, which i poured onto the pot. I thought that it would make a loud hiss, but is only popped slightly. It did not seem that hot. I then realized that the pot was sitting inside of a larger pot. I looked more carefully and realized that there was a green plastic tupperware bowl in the center of the larger pot on which the smaller pot was sitting. I wondered whether my mother had tried to start a fire on purpose. I poured more water into the bowl, but the pots no longer seemed hot.
11999 July 04
I had to get back to someplace, but i did not know how to get back there. It seemed as though i had come with some people, but that they had left. I seemed to be driving with my patents. We drove down the shallow hill into the small valley. We were traveling from my house to where i worked. The valley was very green and scenic. There seemed to be a stream running to the right of us. I told my parents that this was the scenic way to work, but that i could not ride my bicycle this way. I told them that there was a very steep hill that led to where i work. I knew that it was a road off to the right. The area ahead of us seemed to be the edge of a small town. The street was shaded by trees. There seemed to be red brick building on the right side of the road which seemed like an old school house. I thought that it might be part of the college. We turned to the right, but realized that we were not on the road that i had thought we were going to be on. We had turned into the driveway of the building. I thought that we would be able to drive through the parking lot on the side of the building and turn back onto the road. I then looked down to the road in front of the car and realized that there were spikes running across the driveway. They were to prevent people from leaving the driveway, but they were facing us. They were triangular in shape and pointed out of the driveway. My father stopped the car in front of them and then drove the car to the right, heading over the grass and around the spikes. We came to the back part of the building where i noticed another set of spikes. They seemed to be thin rods which were bent at the top to face us. We were heading the wrong way again. I thought that we would have to squeeze around them. I seemed to be on a bicycle. I rode the bicycle through the spikes and came to another set. I then thought that the bicycle that i was riding was too small for me. I knew that it was a children’s bicycle. I then thought that i was a long way from where i was going. I hoped that i could get there on the small red bicycle. I then thought that the wheels of the bicycle seemed very small and very close together. The tricycle was very small under me, and i felt as though i might fall off of it. It seemed to be two small wheels held together by a flat red metal bar. I pulled on the two thin wheels and widened them. I thought that it would make it easier to ride. There was a man sitting in front of a shop window to the south who was watching me as i passed. He seemed to be sitting at a small cafe table with a woman across from him. I continued on to the east. I came into the small room. My mother was in the hotel room with me. I was facing south, into the room. There was a large bed in the center of the west wall which had a green blanket over it. The short green shag carpet also seemed green. I then noticed that there was a bed to the south of us. I could see it through a large window in the wall just to the south of the green bed. The other bed was wooden, and was only a single bed. I then wondered why the wall had a clear glass window in it. It seemed as though it should be a mirror, but i realized that it was not. I thought that the extra bed would be for my grandfather. He was in the room with us. I seemed confused, and knew that everything here was disorganized. We would have to stay in the hotel room. I then thought that i would have to show my family to my new apartment. We would have to go back the way that we had come, but i was not sure of the route. I felt confused, and wondered how to get back across the small valley.
11999 July 05
I paced around in the back room of the small theatre. It was dark, and it seemed like it was almost show time. I felt as though i had to do this play. I had done it a long time ago, but the play was opening up again. I felt as though i was expected to perform in it. I had to play the character Snout. I felt uncomfortable. I did not want to play the character again. It had been too long ago since i finished the performances the first time. I could not remember any of my lines. I was out on stage, but i did not know what i was supposed to do. They came to the part of the play where i was supposed to do a longer speech, but i could not remember it. I tried to remember what the words were about, but i could not remember. I felt nervous and tried to think of something to say to keep the play moving. I remembered that i had difficulty with this part the first time i did the play. I walked to the side of the stage, hoping that someone would continue without my lines. I spoke to someone on the stage, trying to keep the plot moving. I then realized that there was no audience watching at this show. There were only other actors in the theatre. $A190 started talking to us from the front of the audience. I felt upset and walked off the back of the stage. I tried to relax, but remembered that i had to be back on stage for the second part of the show. I did not want to do the show. I walked out of the theatre and to my car. I felt as though it should leave for a moment to relax. I walked into the parking lot. It was dark out and there seemed to be tall buildings around me. I noticed that there was a blue truck parked on the outside of my car. I would not be able to drive my car out of the lot. I looked at the truck., It was a convertible flat-bed truck and had a large mattress in the back of it. I thought that i would get into my car anyway. I had to squeeze past the mattress, though. It seemed to be in my way. The mattress was in the back seat of my convertible car. I folded the mattress slightly as i climbed over the side of the car and into the driver’s seat. I then realized that i could not reach the seat belt because it was under part of the mattress. I folded the corner of the mattress up so that i could pull the seat belt free. I felt frustrated and anxious. I just wanted to leave.
11999 July 06
I walked through the halls of $P7. The place seemed empty. It seemed early in the morning, before anyone came to the place. I was floating through the halls. I id not know what i was here. I felt that i had to do something, but i did not know what. I kept circling in the hallway near the center stairs. I then noticed some of the teachers in room in the center of the building. The room seemed like the library. The men in the room were sitting around a large wooden table. They seemed slightly out of place. They were all wearing white button-up shirts. I wondered whether they were homosexual. I started to fly down the hall again and then returned to the center of the building. I decided that there was no one around because it was summer. I flew to the north end of the hall, thinking that i could fly up the staircase at the end and circle back into the center of the building. There was an austral woman at the end of the hall as i flew to the north. She was sitting behind an old wooden desk. I passed under the center of her desk and started to fly down to the next level. She did not seem to notice me. She kept talking to the other person at the desk. I wondered why this place seemed so different. I then saw the young man again in the center hallway. He seemed different than i remembered. I wondered whether i would fit in at this place now. It seemed to have changed. I then thought that i had traveled back in time. I knew that i was out of place here, but wondered whether anyone would notice. I walked into the front hall. There was a line of younger boys at the south end of the hall waiting to walk to the west end of the building. They were lined up for gym class. I wandered near them. I wondered whether they would notice that i was out of place, or whether they would see me as another student. They did not seem to noticed that i was much older than they were. I wondered why they did not noticed the difference. I walked up to one of the kids and asked him how tall i was. He looked up at me and thought about it. He replied that i was his size. “Why you looking up?”, i asked. He seemed puzzled, but could not answer. There was something wrong with the perception here. I could tell that i was much older than the rest of the students, but they could not see the difference. I then noticed $A62 and $A267 walking toward the students. They noticed me standing with the students and said that i should not go to the gym class. They said that i was not part of this any more. I felt somewhat disappointed but knew that i did not belong here. $A62 then told me that i could leave if i wanted to. I turned to the north and wandered down the hall to the stairs at the end. I thought that i could practice Tai Chi. I knew that it was a skill that i had not yet acquired when i was in this place. It would show everyone that i was not part of this time and place. I walked across the large corridor of the mall and out the glass doors of the exit. Once outside, i started to fly along the side of the building. I thought that i had to get back to some place that i belonged. This place was not right. I passed over the large cut lawn of the area and then out over the large body of water. It seemed dim outside, but i could see clearly as i flew. I tried to think about old places that i had been to. I wondered what they looked like now. I felt lonely as i flew. I had to get back to somewhere where i was supposed to be.
11999 July 07
I was watching the movie. Paul Newman was acting out a character as i watched. My vision moved away from the action and i could tell that they were on the back of a horse-drawn wagon. I thought that it must have been a western. The images seemed confusing, but i knew that they were really on the back of a car. I thought that it had something to do with a gold tournament. I tried to remember where i had seen this before. It had something to do with 1972. I tried to remember the date, but i did not know how the action related to it.
11999 July 08
I walked down the darkened hall of the building. I was heading somewhere with the other people. I thought that this was some type of fraternity. I thought that i would be going through some kind of initiation. I paused in front of the doorway, which was on the right side of the old hall. The walls of the hall seemed run down and dingy. I watched several of the people walk past me. I realized that a few of them were from the wrestling team. I suddenly wondered whether i would have to wrestle them as part of the initiation. I felt excited because i wanted to get back into the sport. One of the wrestlers who walked past me was $A268. I recognized another one as well. They walked into the dark room ahead of me. I was excited that they were part of the group of people that i was joining. I wanted to get to know some of them and hoped that i could start wrestling with them to get back into the sport. I walked into the room. It was very dark, and i could not see anything. I thought that they would be waiting to attack me. I knelt down on the floor and waited. I thought that, when the lights came up, i would be ready and focused. I then walked to the back side of the room. The lights were up and people were talking. Nothing special had happened. I was disappointed. I wanted to do something, but everyone simply seemed to be celebrating. I did not feel a part of the crowd. I noticed that $A268 was reclined on the floor to my left, laughing with someone else. I walked back out of the room and into the locker room. Several of the wrestlers walked past me as i started to change into shorts and tee shirt. I wanted to practice some of the sports again, but i did not feel as though i could. I thought that i would simply watch the people wrestle. I looked to the west, where there was a small area of the large room sectioned off. The wrestlers were gathering within the area. I wandered near them, hoping to watch one of the matches. I felt uncomfortable and wondered whether i would be out of place there. I wanted to join the sport again. I then wandered to the north of the small area, which seemed to be in the center of a department store. There were several gymnasts setting up some hurdles. They were practicing. I knew that they were not an official team, however, so i knew that their practices would not be as structured. The group of gymnasts seemed to be mostly women. There seemed to be only one man among them. I watched him as he attempted to do flips through the hurdles. I felt as though they wanted me to try the flips. I was unsure and did not think that i should do something so complicated so soon. The man was wearing a red body suit with white legs. He flipped over the hurdles, which were lined up against the half wall that divided the dingy area of the room from the center of the department store. The wrestlers were wrestling in an area in the center of the store. The area around me seemed to be run down and dirty. The floor seemed to be dirt, with rough cement foundations around the edges of the room. It seemed like a basement of an old factory. The ceiling seemed to be cement, and seemed to have things hanging from it, as though it were decaying. The man flipped over several of the hurdles, but got stuck in some of the last ones. I thought that he might have gotten hurt, but he seemed fine. I felt uncomfortable here and thought that i should go somewhere. I did not feel as though i was a part of the group of gymnasts. I started to walk into the center of the room. I noticed that i was wearing a bright green pair of shoes. I thought that they would make me stand out. I thought that i should simply watch the athletes and not participate in any of the sports. I remembered that there was a woman’s wrestling match soon. I then realized that the gymnastics area was closed off. I felt disappointed that i would not be able to watch any of the sports that i really like to watch. I thought that i would have to change my shoes to watch what was here. I did not want to draw attention to myself. I turned and walked into the old house. The walls were wood, but were decaying and falling down. I passed through a doorway and started to walk out over the flat room of the old factory.
11999 July 09
I tried to make it down the old country road. It was dark out, but i was able to see clearly. The road was hard to walk on. The left edge of it had been washed away by the heavy rains. What was left had deep trenches were the water had flowed. I followed the road past the wet vegetation and into the old wooden farm house. The place seemed deserted. The front was tall but the paint had been worn off of the wood. Everything seemed grey and hazy. This place felt lonely. I felt nervous about entering it, but i did not slow down.
11999 July 11
I walked down the halls of the large building with the other students. We all seemed very young. The building seemed old and had yellow walls and high, vaulted ceilings. There seemed to be dark brown trim around the edges of the hall. I talked to $F4 as we walked to the west down the hall. We then turned left into a room. Something seemed strange about where we were. The room was plain, with flat white walls. There was a window on the west side of the north wall. I felt as though we were being watched over and thought that i was a little too old to be chaperoned. I did not want to be told what to do. The ground then lurched to the south. I could see shadows moving outside of the window of the room. I realized that the people who were watching us were moving the building. They were going to take it away. I felt as though we were being trapped. I ran to the back window to look out. The stone cliff behind the building started to move away in short jolting steps as the building slowly picked up speed. I was angry and thought that i should not cooperate with the adults who were taking us somewhere. I thought that i should start throwing some of the chairs in protest. I walked out into the hall. The south side of the hall now seemed open to the outside. I could see the city moving by. There seemed to be something special about the trip. The air outside was cool, and it seemed as though we were in a mountain tow. I wondered to where we were going.
11999 July 12
I was with the others by the tree. We were standing near the large buildings of the campus. I walked around under the tree as the others stood talking. I felt very hot and thought that it would be nice to stand in the shade. The tree had no leaves, however. It was a short wide tree, with many long, thin, grey branches. I walked around the tree in a counter-clockwise direction looking at the branches. I mentioned to the others that the tree must be dead if it’s not blooming this time of year. I then remembered that i had been in another place before. I mentioned the other courtyard to one of the people. The person seemed to be $A229. I knew that it was to the northeast of us, and i described it. I mentioned that there was a building to the east which had two lights on top that shined down into the courtyard. One shined to the southwest, over the old stone building on the opposite side of the courtyard. I knew that this light was not a problem. The second light shined down in the center of the courtyard, but had been broken. I wondered whether i was describing the area correctly. I walked to the north, towards the edge of the old brick building that stood to the east of us. As i came to the edge of the building i saw the courtyard that i had been describing. I did not think that it was so close to us. I looked across the way to see the old red brick building which had the lights on it. I realized that i had not described it correctly. The lights were not along the top of the building, but were on the west wall. On the roof, there was only a thin chimney with an onion-shaped vent fan on the top of it. I made note of where the lights were so that i could describe it to someone later. I turned around to head back, but noticed the old, crumbling remains of a building to the west and northwest. It was a long narrow building made of white stone. It seemed abandoned and stained by the weather.
11999 July 13
We walked around the open area. We had just come from the building and were walking across the lawn of what appeared to be a campground. The building was made of logs, and had pine trees shading it. The ground was rust coloured in areas where the old needles from the pines had fallen. I stood near the other men as we spoke. I felt as though they were concerned, and that i was concerned for them. I knew that the boy was missing. We wandered around the side of the house. The lawn sloped up to the east, on the other side of the gravel driveway from the house. There was a large american automobile in the driveway which seemed to be dark on the outside with a red interior. I stood to the east of the house, looking at the open driver’s door of the car. The car was facing north, and there seemed to be something wrong in its appearance. I felt that something had gone wrong here. The woman who was standing in front of me then looked surprised. I knew that she had seen the boy. I looked around with the others. The boy was running through edge of the woods to the southwest. We were standing on the northwest corner of the house. I knew that everyone was surprised because the boy was not able to walk. Something had happened to him. I was glad that he could run again. I moved over the lawn towards the small wooden bridge at the southwest corner of the property. There was a dirt road which ran along the west side of the lawn and crossed the bridge. The boy was running towards the bridge. The woman spoke in astonishment, saying that the boy should not be able to run. Something special had happened. I was very close to the bridge as the boy ran across. He made wide strides as he started up the slope of the small, arching wooden bridge. I walked along the edge of the road towards the bridge. I then paused to speak to the others. We were standing on the side of a road which seemed to head north to south. We spoke about the young boy, but i seemed to be concerned about something else. I was worried. I did not feel comfortable with the rest of the group. I looked to the west. There was a gorge which ran along the side of the road. It was not deep, and there were a few people swimming in it. I knew that the water was deep enough to jump, and several of the people with whom i was were jumping off of the rocks and into the water. I was hesitant to do so. I did not want to get wet. The group then lined up along the near side of the water and got ready to jump in together. I did not feel a part of them. I walked to the north along the road. I watched as they jumped over the edge and into the dark water of the gorge. I walked along the edge of the table. I was in a large room, which seemed to be part of an old church. I knew that it was a very old school. I had been here before. It seemed like a place that i went to high school. The ceiling of the room was very far above me, and the stone walls were a dull grey. It seemed as though i were in a class. There was a teacher in a brown sweater standing at the north end of the room. The room was very long east-to-west and seemed to have tall narrow windows which let the sun in. I had a small paperback book in my hand. I knew that we were supposed to have read it for the class. I looked at the tan cover. It seemed faded and had a light tan section across the bottom of it which ran at a slant down across the spine. I thought that i had not fully read the book, and wondered whether i would have to know what it was about. The teacher then came over to me. I was sitting near the west end of one of the long wooden tables. I knew that he would ask me about the book, which i had not read. I felt confused and thought that i knew something about the book anyway. I looked through the front section of the book. The book was about a famous person, but had different sections about different parts of history. I knew that the first section was the novel that we were supposed to read for class. It was about Marquis de Sade. I thought that i had read enough to tell the instructor about him.
11999 July 16
I was standing on the side of the road near the cliffs. It seemed as though the valley to the west was very far below us. The mountains near me were very sharp and jagged. The road curved around the pointed cones of rock as it passed along the top of the cliff. I looked over the edge of one of the cliffs into the narrow gorge that was to the south of us. $A230 was standing with me. We talked about something.
11999 July 17
I was in the blimp as we moved over the land. There was a woman with me. It was very dark outside, and i could not really see where we were going. I thought that we could get away in the blimp, but we were flying out of control. The darkness outside tipped and rotated as the blimp pitched from front to back. The rectangular view screen then spun around. I wondered how the blimp was able to fly up-side-down. I did not feel safe, and looked over the edge of the gondola. I could see that the blimp was heading towards the large tree. The edge of the gondola, which was hanging under the blimp, snagged one of the branches of the tree. The gondola seemed to be a featureless grey box with a rectangular bottom and waist-high walls. I then noticed the men on the ground below us. They were dressed in business suits and were gangsters. They were after us. I thought that we had to get moving or they would be able to catch us. The blimp pulled away from the tree, but got caught on the branch again. I ran to the back of the gondola to pull the branch from the fabric at the edge of the gondola. The woman was in the gondola with me. I was at the front of the gondola as the blimp started moving again. I looked over the edge and saw the gangster in the light brown suit. He told me that i had better come down. I did not trust him and thought that we had to get away. The blimp moved slowly forward. The man then pulled out a pistol and started shooting at us. I could see the bullet holes as the man shot through the cardboard bottom of the gondola. I wondered if i would be safe. I thought that we had to fly away. I looked ahead of us and noticed that we were heading towards the fair grounds. I could see the carnival rides and the short wooden fences around the machinery. I thought that we could float over the carnival area to get away from the men. They would not be able to run under us and shoot at us. I then looked beyond the carnival area and noticed that there was a tall chain-link fence at the edge of the field. Beyond it was a suburban street which curved through a housing area. The day was bright and sunny, and i thought that, if we made it over the fence, the men would not be able to follow us.
The car stopped and i looked out the driver’s side. We were in front of my grandfather’s cottage at $P26. I knew that my grandfather had sold the cottage long ago, and wondered why we had come back. There was a woman with a blue blazer and coloured red hair in a perm. She was one of the real-estate people and she was going to let us into the house. $X3 was with me. He was very young and kept pulling on his leash towards the front of the cottage. Everything seemed different. I realized that they had added several additions onto the brown cottage. It looked like an old victorian house. I then looked to the left, at the cottage next door. It had also changed. We walked in front of my grandfather’s old cottage. $X3 tugged on his leash towards the smiling real-estate woman. I looked over the front of the house and noticed that the old porch and the balcony on the front had been removed. There was only a small deck in the front of the house. My mother and father were sitting on the deck with my grandfather in lawn chairs. The real-estate woman was standing in front of the main door to the cottage. She never stopped smiling. I wondered why the cottage had been changed so much. I then wondered where the new owners were.
11999 July 18
The air was very misty as we climbed up the steep side of the mountain. I was with $F12 and $F24 as we climbed the trail. There was a guide with us as well. I realized that we were vary high up. I mentioned to the others that we were very high in the mountains now. I knew that we were in India. I had never been to such a high place. I thought that we should do some exercise to get in shape while we were in the thin air. I then remembered that $F12 could not run with me. I thought about the sneakers which i had brought with me on the trip. I wondered how safe it would be to run around in this area. I was unfamiliar with the terrain. The man with me said that it was fifteen miles to a main road. I asked him about it. He then described the park forest in which we were and said that it was fifteen miles back to the main road. I thought that i could simply jog on the dirt road that we were walking across. The area then seemed dangerous. I was unfamiliar with the jungle and did not know about the animals in it. I thought that i was not used to running in a place where there were so many dangerous animals. I thought that there might be black panthers in the trees. I walked around the dusty path which led around the back side of the building. I thought that i had started my run, but remembered that i had to put my shoes on. I looked down over the thick jungle which was at the bottom of the steep slope of the hill. I knew that this place was India. I was in the high mountains to the north of the city. This place felt unfamiliar, and i was uncomfortable traveling in it. I wanted to go running, but i was unsure of the place. I thought that i had to get back to the city to catch the train home. This place seemed like such a strange land, and i was afraid that i might not know enough about it to be safe running on the trails of the forest. Two men then walked near me. They were wearing white shirts, and they started to talk to me. I thought that they were very attractive and started talking to them. I felt curious about them, but i felt interested in talking to them. I felt very attracted to both of them.
11999 July 23
I was in the small house, which seemed like my parents’ house. It was old and seemed worn down. We were in the dining room of the house, sitting around the small square table. The table was covered with a red vinyl table cloth. My mother was with us. The walls of the room seemed to be very close to the table. The walls were dingy and the horizontal slats of wood could be seen though holes in the plaster. I opened up the curtains. There seemed to be something wrong outside. I looked out at the dark grey clouds in the sky above the row of green trees at the far edge of the field. I knew that there was a funnel cloud in the sky. I told my mother as i focused on the light grey cloud in the center of our view. I was having trouble seeing the tornado. Finally, i focused on the dark funnel cloud in the middle of the window. It seemed very large. I could see a few smaller tornadoes on either side of the main one. We had to get to shelter. We were in the basement of the house. I wondered whether we were secure. I could see the unfinished wood above me which was on the underside of the ceiling. The place was my new house. The walls of the basement were made of stone and seemed very old. I thought that the place looked rather run-down. I was disappointed a little, as i had thought that my new house was in better shape. My mother stood in front of me. To my right was one of the stone walls of the basement, and to the left was the blue metal box which was the furnace. The space between the wall and the furnace was narrow, and i hoped that we were safe there. I thought that the tornado could still take the house above us and leave us exposed. I then noticed that there was a row of windows along the top of the basement wall. I thought that there was too much exposure to the outside and that we would be in danger. I moved toward my mother, motioning her toward the southwest corner of the room. I thought that we should be closer to the stone wall. I felt worried. There were metal beams extending from the furnace to the stone wall. I wondered whether they would be strong enough to hold us in place. I thought that i should wrap my arms around the beam in case the tornadoes took the house away. I then noticed that the cement wall in the southwest corner of the basement was crumbling. I felt disappointed again. I had thought that the house was in better condition.
11999 July 27
I was sitting on the couch in the small living room. I had just come from a run with $G4, and we were relaxing at the house. The house belonged to $A34. $A121 was on the other side of the room from me. I felt slightly uncomfortable here as the others talked and laughed. I thought that i should leave, but i did not want to simply go. I started to play with the cushions of the old blue couch that i was sitting on. They were covered with a ribbed material. I noticed that there were several comic books under the side of the chair. I pulled one of them out and looked at it. I then started sifting through the other papers that were on the floor. I needed a map. I knew that it was under the car seat somewhere. I was traveling across the country, but i was not sure where i had to go. I was driving down the road in the front of the car. I looked off to the right side of the road in front of us. There was a large race trace surrounded by a stadium. I was driving down the south side of a parking lot, across from the stadium. I remembered that i had to take route 162 to the west. I thought that it might be a black road on the map, but i was not sure. I was also not sure of the route number. I tried to picture the sign in my head, but could not. I said something to the boy who was sitting to my right. We were sitting on a cement bank overlooking a small storm channel. I thought that the scenery was actually a water colour painting. I told the boy that we had to get going. I had to get to someplace. I tried to climb back up the slope of the bank, but i started to slide in the mud. I then realized that there was someone at the top near our car. I felt worried that they would take our car. As i climbed the slope, i could see the men driving away in our car. I then noticed that there was a police car with two police men standing near it. They were to the east of me. They had seen the men take my car, but they did not do anything about it. I remembered that the police here were corrupt and would not help me. I felt upset and disappointed. I wondered what i should do now.
11999 July 28
I was sitting on the side of the classroom, near the window. The windows were to my left and were large and framed with polished wood. I was in a classroom on the second floor of $P7, but i had moved back in time. I felt out of place here, and wondered why i had come. I then noticed $A40 standing in front of the windows. He was leaning his hip against one of grey radiators as he spoke to me. He asked me a question, but i did not remember how to answer it. This was not the correct place for me to be. I then noticed that there was a teacher sitting behind a large wood desk at the front of the room. This was $A269’s class room. $A40 asked me something about history, but i did not know the answer. I felt out of place and wondered why i had come here.
11999 July 29
I was very happy for a moment. I felt content as i walked through the crowd of the small room. This place seemed like a classroom from an elementary school. I walked around to the front of the couch. $F19 was sitting on the couch. She was upset. I then realized that i had made her upset by something that i had done. I suddenly felt bad. I thought that i usually do not pay attention to the things i do. I was mad that i had upset her and walked out of the room. I felt as though i did not want to speak to anyone else in the room. I walked through the crowd, thinking that i could wander into the rest of the building and hide. I thought that i should not interact with anyone because it might make the situation worse.