ZUDEMA

12012 September 01

I was at a party in a house, and we had just finished eating a meal. People were walking to the south, leaving the dining area and heading into one of the hallways. A woman stood to the west of the narrow doorway in the northern wall, watching us leave the dining room. I wandered to the south a little, realizing that i was naked. Several other people in the party had been naked as well. A man and woman walked with me, and they were also naked. Everyone had felt very casual about being naked, but i started to feel a little uncomfortable, thinking that the guests at the moment were not so comfortable with other people being naked. I looked at the man and woman who were with me. They were now in their underwear. They must have gotten partially dressed before we left the dining area. I looked around the small kitchen that we were in. The room was very narrow east to west. People were still coming out of the room from the north as the woman watched from the west. I turned to the south, walking with the man and woman for a moment before they turned to the north again. They wanted to get a drink of water from the sink, which was on the northern end of the western wall. I wondered why they were drinking from the sink when a metal drinking fountain was mounted in the center of the eastern wall. I walked over to the drinking fountain to get a drink. As i bent over to sip from the stream of water, i felt something hitting me in the head, just above my left eyebrow. I adjusted my position, but the thing kept brushing against my face. I could not quite tell what it was, but it seemed very awkward. I stood up straight from the fountain, thinking that i should get dressed. I was hitting something because i was still naked. I turned to the south and headed down the black stairs, which were now at the northern end of the narrow kitchen. My clothes were hanging on the western side of the stairs, over the railing, about half way down. I paused near them. The black railing separated the stairs from the sinks and counters of the kitchen, which ran along the western wall. The woman was now standing just to the south of me, talking to someone else to the south of me. I collected my clothing, not paying attention to her. I then realized that my shirt had fallen on the ground, at the base of the wash basin. I bent over to pick it up. It seemed wet from the spray that had splattered from the sink. I felt annoyed. As i reached for it, though, i noticed that it was sitting on an elevated block. A puddle of water was under it, but the shirt should have been above the puddle. It was a little wet from the spray, but the green thing had kept it from soaking in the puddle. I then lifted up the green wood thing that had been under the shirt. The wood block was dry, but i could see water running under it, across the dull-red tile floor. I had taken my shirt away, so i dropped the green wooden block back onto the floor. It landed in the opening where it had been, but it fell at an angle to where it had been sitting, so that it no longer fit into the space. The northern end of the block was now sticking up above the other blocks around it. I tried to adjust them, aware that the two women were still talking to the south of me. The main woman, who was on the west, continued to talk about etiquette with the other woman. She was teaching the other woman the proper things to do. I felt a little nervous near them, thinking that it was probably not proper etiquette to be naked at this time. I put my clothes back on and headed back up the stairs to the north. I turned to the east, coming into an area that was filled with small dressing rooms. I could see into several of the rooms, which ran across the northeastern wall of the room. The men seemed to be talking to each other, but, as i walked into one of the small booths, i realized that they would not be able to see each other. I thought that the men were being taught etiquette here. I looked to the southeast, toward the man in the next booth, but realized that a mirror separated the two rooms. At first, i thought that it might be a two-way mirror, but, as i looked at the wall near it, i realized that it was a simple mirror. The men would be able to hear each other, but would not be able to see each other. I could hear the man speaking to the east of me, though, and his voice seemed very clear. The rooms must have been designed to allow conversation between the booths.

12012 September 03

The man put the large wooden structure onto the back of his pick-up truck, which was to the east of me. We seemed to be near my grandmother’s house, and the man seemed like $A73. I tried to help him with the wooden thing, which seemed to be a picnic table. The lumber looked pressure treated and unpainted. I moved underneath it, holding on to a piece that was above me and a piece that was to the south of me. I seemed to be mostly enclosed in the wooden thing. It was dark, but i could see light to the north of me reflecting on the street. I was hanging from the underside of the thing now, which seemed to be in the back of the truck. The truck started traveling down the road to the east. I realized that i would have to keep my feet up from the ground so that i did not scuff my toes on the pavement as we moved. I thought about where we were. We seemed to be heading north on $P23, but then the truck turned to the east again. I felt it go over a bump, and i suddenly realized that it might not be safe for me to be handing from the bottom of the wooden structure. I then felt the truck accelerate. I started to worry that i might fall out from the structure. The truck was now moving too fast for me to simply get out. I had to keep my feet up so that they did not drag on the road below. We were then stopped, and the man was carrying the wooden thing to the east again. I was helping him, but we were trying to maneuver the structure through a narrow passageway. Something short was in the way on the southern side of the passage. The man maneuvered the wooden structure over it, but i was still holding on to part of the structure, to the west of the obstacle. The picnic table now seemed to be in three parts, which were connected by black metal pipes. The joints where the pipes connected to the wood seemed like pivots, so the table was changing shape as we tried to move it. I seemed to be holding on to a small bench, which was at the end of one of the black pipes. We seemed to be in a large warehouse now, and i was following the man through the narrow area. A stack of lumber stood to the north of the passageway, and something like a sheet of plywood was to the south. A woman was then in the middle of the table, trying to help us get it to the eastern side of the warehouse. I pushed through the narrow passage, noticing the red folding chair just to the south of me. It was in the way, so i tried to push it to the south a little. As i did, i noticed the dense gray spider web on top of it. I then noticed the large dull-red spider crouched in the center of the web. The spider was on top of the back of the chair, and its body was about a deci long. It had thick red legs, which looked like the legs of a crab. I felt scared of the spider, and quickly pulled my hand away from the chair. I had to get past the chair, though, so i pushed the chair to the south with my right foot, withdrawing quickly in case the spider tried to attack. I quickly stepped past the chair, watching the spider as i did. On the eastern side of the warehouse, i started to walk to the east, toward where the man and woman were now standing, but i noticed that several other thin webs were hanging from the ceiling. I had walked into a thin web of a few strands and gotten it caught in my hair. Annoyed, i waved my left hand in the air to tear down the web. I then tried to brush the webbing out of my hair.

12012 September 04

I walked down $P1 with $F1, on the sidewalk on the northern side of the street, heading west. The houses seemed to be very close to the road now, and we came to the house where $F1 used to live. I pointed it out as we approached. It was on the northern side of the road, to the northwest of us. I thought that the house looked very clean now, and he commented on it. We stopped just to the south of the house to look it over. It seemed strange that $F1 no longer lived there. I noticed some food items hanging just inside the large window on the front of the house, on the western end of the southern side. I seemed to be looking through a window into a kitchen. This was not where the kitchen of the house had been, and i pointed this out to $F1, saying that the dining room was now a kitchen. The people who now live there must have redesigned the house.

I stood on the northern side of the road, which seemed to be on the edges of a city. Trees and bushes grew on the sides of the road, but a large factory or warehouse building seemed to be to the southeast, on the eastern edge of a large asphalt parking lot. A small white train had passed down the southern side of the road a moment ago, and i thought about it. It seemed like a miniature model of a speed train. Several people were standing around me. The vegetation seemed dirty or worn. A woman, who was standing to the southeast of me, said that she wanted to see a train. I told her that a train had just come down the southern side of the road. I then tried to tell her that she might be disappointed because it was not a full-size train. As i said this, i saw an elongated rounded white object come out of the bushes on the southern side of the road. It had pushed through the bushes from the south. It looked like the front car of the train, with a curved car and a rounded wedge-shaped nose. I pointed it out to the woman as it started to turn to the west and head down the road. She turned around to look, but, as the train turned, it became the fuselage of a large jet airplane. The airplane seemed smaller than normal, but it was about the size of a tractor trailer now. It faced west, and i could see the blue tail fin and red and blue trimming near the bottom of the fuselage. Black writing ran across the side of the airplane, from the tail to about two-thirds of the way down the body. The airplane did not have any wings, though, so i thought that it could easily be confused with the shape of a train car. I then realized how strange this situation seemed. I wondered how the train car could have really been an airplane.

12012 September 05

I walked across the dining room of my parents’ house, heading to the south. People were gathering to the south of the house, and i was interested in them. I looked out the front windows of the house to see people standing on the lawn, watching to the south. On the road to the south of them, i could see people jogging. A race was starting to the east of the house, and the people were just starting to pass the house. The runners were jogging slowly, and they seemed to be spread out in casual groups. They seemed sepia toned as they moved. I remembered seeing this large race before, and i was excited to see it again. I walked out across the lawn, looking at the people around me. I wondered if i knew any of the runners, and i wondered if any $G4 would be here. I randomly asked no one in particular whether $G4 would be here. A woman, who was sitting on the ground in a light-brown and white dress to the southwest of me, said no. She shook her head as though she had not heard the term before. Other people in the area glanced around at me. They seemed to understand what i was talking about, and some of them seemed to think that $G4 would be here. I moved through the crowd, excited among the people. I wanted to join the race here. I then realized that the people were forming a large circle on the green grassy lawn to the southwest of me. A man to the west, on the northern side of the ring was leading the group. They were forming a circle for a closing ceremony. The man noticed that i was standing inside the ring, though not in the center of the circle, and he asked me something. I told him that i was here because my house was just to the north of them. I then corrected myself, saying that it was actually my parents’ house. I backed into the crowd at the edge of the circle, excited to talk with the other people. I sat down on the grass and chatted with a small group of men who had clustered near me. Two men were sitting to the east of me, and i was very interested in them. I then noticed $A510 to the east of them. I referred to him as i spoke. I was happy to be here with the others.

12012 September 06

We were trying to do something mischievous in the middle of the city. The others with me seemed to be from $G3. They were planning on putting the black cloth over the top of the gray modern building. I knew that the city officials would dislike what we were about to do. I felt excited and nervous about it as i moved to the east, into the area of the plaza. The buildings were very close together, and many of them seemed small. This place seemed like part of a college campus, but it also seemed like a rectangular plaza in the middle of a city. The rectangular area had small buildings in it, and i stood at the western end of it. It only seemed to be fifteen to twenty meters wide, though the buildings on it seemed much larger. I looked at the black cloth, which looked like a soft terry-cloth towel. I noticed something in the center which looked like the embroidered name of $G3. One of $G3 was holding the towel to the northeast of me as i looked at it. I then looked at the building to the south, which seemed to be only a meter tall. I felt nervous about the event. $G3 was doing this as a joke, but it was also a protest statement. I grabbed on to the northern edge of the black cloth. I was not standing in the center of the plaza, with other members of $G3 to the east and west of me. We started pulling the cloth to the south. I thought that it would get caught on the buildings, but it slipped over the top of the buildings very easily, and i was on the southern side of the plaza in only a few seconds. This seemed strange, since i knew that the building to the west of me was very tall. The black cloth had somehow gone over the top of the building without trouble. I stopped and looked back. The man whom i had been standing with seemed to be $A223. We stood on the plaza for a moment, looking at the buildings to the east of us. I could see the southern end of the black cloth hanging over the sides of the building to the east of us. I felt very anxious but excited. We had accomplished the protest, but i could now hear sirens from somewhere to the east. $G3 would be running away to the west, so i decided that i should leave the area as well. I did not want the police to stop me and ask me about the cloth. I ran to the southwest. I was not heading in the same direction as the others. I knew that the police might not stop me because i was older than the others, and i would not be suspected of the prank right away. I walked along the northern sidewalk of the city street. The street curved to the west and then to the northwest. I walked quickly to get away from the scene, but i was aware that i was still wearing black pants and a tan shirt. I could say that i knew nothing about the event, but i was still dressed like one of the protesters. I would have to change my clothes before the police came. I wondered if i could just pull of my pants in the middle of the street and put my other ones on. I started to change my clothes on the southern side of the street. The police would not recognize me if i was wearing everyday clothing. I bundled my clothes in my right hand and hurriedly walked to the northwest. I then turned down an alley to the west, and then turned to the south, into an old apartment building. I seemed to be in an open room of the building. The tan mud and brick walls surrounded the long somewhat-rectangular room, but the room had no ceiling. The room seemed simple, and the western end was narrower that the eastern end. I had entered the room through a doorway in the western end of the northern wall, and i was now standing near the narrow western end of the room. A crude wooden structure made of long straight branches held up a ragged cloth to the east of me, and a woman in dingy dress was crouching on the ground, just to the south of the poles. She seemed to be one of the tenants here, and she watched me as i hid the black cloth that i had been carrying under the small bed, which was against the southern wall. The woman watched me, but she seemed to be unfocused, and i knew that she would not understand what i was doing. I seemed to own this building, and i had an apartment here, so i was able to stash my clothing here for a while. I then left and headed to the northwest again. I came to $P19, where i headed north into the house. The white rooms seemed empty. I glanced into the living room to the west as i passed through the eastern end of it. I wondered where $G3 were, and i wondered if they were hiding for a little while. I continued to the north. To the north of me, i saw a small square room. As i entered it, i noticed $A223 in the center of the room. He had something on the bed, to the south of him, and he was changing his shirt. The bed was on the western side of the room, just to the west of the entrance door in the southern wall. He had black fur running down his chest and abdomen. I smiled at him as i walked into the room. He raised his left hand and held it at face level. I smiled at him, thinking about the prank, and slapped his hand in accomplishment and cheer.

I moved to the northwestern corner of the room, which seemed to be the kitchen at $P19. $F45 was with me, and we had to get some things done here. $F45 was doing something with the juice machine, which was a large metal cooler to the east of us, on the northern wall. The machine faced west, and $F45 was trying to put another package of orange juice into the machine. I remembered how the machines used to work. They had large bags of juice with a small plastic spout on the bottom. The spout was fitted through a handle that controlled the flow. $F45 was not quite sure how the boxes were put in the machine, so i tried to show him how to do a milk box. The box was already in the metal cooler to the east of me, so i looked at the thin black tube at the bottom. It seemed very thin: not what i was expecting or the spout. It was looped around the handle, but it should have gone through a hole in the handle. I tried to unloop it to get it back into the hole on the handle. At first, i thought that the black tube was not long enough, but then i realized that it did not have to go far to fit through the handle. I pushed the heavy metal handle down once the tube was through it, but no juice seemed to come out. I looked at the end of the tube and realized that the milk had crusted inside, so i pulled out the end of the tube to try to clean it. I commented on this to $F45 as i did it. I squeezed the tube to break up the clotted milk. I knew that $F45 would be disgusted by the clotted milk, but it was just a part of setting up the machines. I turned to the west, where a sink sat against the southern wall. I held the thick black bottom of the tube over the sink as i tried to squeeze the clot out of the tube. The tube now seemed to be lined with styrofoam insulation. I squeezed the yellow clot out of the styrofoam, but then opened up the styrofoam and rinsed it under the water from the sink. The styrofoam was now more like a sponge, and i squeezed it a few times to rinse the milk out of it. I then turned back to the east to put the end of the tube back onto the machine.

12012 September 07

I was working in this store, which seemed like a large department store. The floor was arranged into several small areas, and an aisle ran north to south between the areas. I was standing in the aisle, looking to the northwest at a rounded area formed dark kitchen supplies. The supplies formed a tall dark structure on the western and southern sides, but a gap was left open in the southwestern part of the ring. I symmetric ring seemed to be to the southwest of me, on the western side of the aisles that i was standing in. A man was moving around in the circular area to the northeast of me. He was wearing a white chef’s costume, and was complaining about something. A woman with fuzzy blond hair came from the circular area to the southwest and started arguing with him. She too was dressed in a white smock with black pants. Her hair stuck out the sides of her white chef hat. The argued about something for a moment, but then another man appeared from the west. The woman smiled uneasily and backed to the south, appearing on the outside of the ring of dark objects. This argument was intended to be comical in some way, and i found it amusing. The chefs seemed to be part of a show. I turned to the north and stated wandering around the store. I eventually headed to the western end of the store. I started to feel anxious, thinking that i had to be back at the office working. I was not sure what i should do. I chatted with some of the others who were on the northern side of the area with me. We seemed to be outdoors now. The ground was dark, as though the grass was not well lighted. Some of the surrounding bushes and trees also seemed to be darkened oddly. The land to the north of us seemed to curve down slightly, and there seemed to be a dam to the northwest. I spoke to the others about something as we stood in this area, but i felt uneasy, thinking that i should get back to work. I had been taking off time at work to be here, but i should not have been doing so. I then decided that i really did not care that i was missing work. I felt that $A407 or $A412 would know that i was skipping work, but i felt upset with them, and did not care what they thought. I moved around the area, which now seemed to be in the middle of a city. Everything was still somewhat dark, but i could see the tall old buildings around me. I had to leave this area, and i started driving the car to the east. I pulled back on the steering wheel of the car, lifting it into the air. The car was able to fly, but it seemed hard to control. I pulled up on a black flat lever that was on top of the steering column. The car rose suddenly, avoiding the building just to the east of me. It seemed hard to control the car, and i was not quite sure how i was steering it. I moved over the city, heading generally to the southeast. The land below me was hilly, and the tall brown brick or cement buildings rose below me at different heights. I started to feel tense, not sure that i could control the car well enough. I decided that i should dover for a moment to try to get control of it. I could see the car around me now. The cockpit was round and white, and the metal car curved around it in a ring. Four rounded bulges were at the corners of the car, where the tires would normally be. They seemed to be the thrusters that elevated the car through magnetic resonance. I brought the car to a stop over the top of one of the buildings so that i could think about what i was doing. The car was to the east of me now, and i was watching myself hover in the air. I watched it tip to the east and start diving down the eastern side of one of the buildings as i pulled up on the black leaver again. The level seemed like an accumulator, so i thought that it controlled the elevation thrust. I had to get the car lower to the ground, so i pulled back on the black thing that was over the wheel. I had to get control of the car, but i was not quite sure how to fly it.

I rode my bicycle to the south, across the muddy fields in the rural area of the country. This place seemed to be somewhere in Africa. I looked at the ragged grass growing in the field to the south of me, which seemed to be strewn with debris. I drove over the field, following the dirt path down the center. The area looked impoverished and abused. I was surprised at the lack of structure to the land as i turned to the southwest, following one of the dirt paths across the field. Two people were standing in the western side of the field. One of them had dark skin, and he was tall and skinny. I thought that this place was somewhere in South Africa. I was visiting this area, and i considered setting a run for $G4 here. Everything looked abandoned, and trash was scattered across the grass. The bushes and tall thin trees around the edges of the field seemed sickly and worn. I was heading to the south again, across the field, but i realized that the open path was just to the south of me, running to the southwest. The field now looked like it had been covered with flood water, and the waste strewn around it was debris from the flood. The dirt path was actually an area where the debris had been cleared and lined up in mounds on either side of the path. A crude pavilion stood to the south-southeast of me, and a river ran along the southern side of the field. I decided that the pavilion would make a good rest stop for $G4 on the trail. I started crossing the field again from the north, heading to the south. I could see different open areas on the grass now, and i decided to follow the open path over the rocky ground to the southwest. I noticed how my car ran over the cleared path in the debris. A few people were standing to the west of me, watching me as i traveled across the field. I started to feel a little nervous about them, but i tried not to let it show. I wanted to look around for other places to set trail. The river still seemed to run to the south of me, and i turned to the west and headed across the muddy field. Another pavilion was to the west of me. Thin round poles supported the pavilion, and it had a thin sloping roof. It seemed like a good place to stop for a beer on the run. I then turned to the south again, crossing another part of the field as i headed toward the river. I felt uneasier with this area, thinking that it was impoverished because of the flooding. I then noticed the row of urban houses to the southeast. The pale-blue and white houses ran along the dirt bank on the southern side of the river, which sloped upward to the houses. The houses were a few meters above the current water level in the river. Rounded trees grew between the houses. The houses were small and cubical, but seemed well kept, though they also seemed to be house of people with very little money. The houses looked very normal, but the rest of the area around me made me feel very uneasy. I turned to the southwest again, heading across the open field. I noticed another pavilion to the southwest. It seemed to be to the south of the path that i was following. The pavilion seemed to be decorated with white skulls and bones. I focused on the path in front of me, noticing how the debris had been parted to form the path. The ground of the path was gray here, which seemed different from the red mud previously. I continued to the west along the path, watching the pavilion pass to the south of me. It looked very interesting, and i wondered if we could actually use it for our run. I started to feel that the area was actually more of a basketball court or some other kind of sporting area. No one was using it, but i felt that some people might be protecting it. I became nervous, thinking that i really did not know the people or the area too well. I was aware of people watching me from the west. I stopped my bicycle on the path and looked around. Part of the city stood to the west of me now. I turned back to the east to see the court with bones to the southeast of where i was standing. It was one of several pavilions in this area. The white skulls were arranged around the sides of it, and the skulls were all large, like animal skulls. I noticed one, which seemed almost human, but was very large. I thought that it must be a gorilla skull. It was on the southwestern corner of the area. As i looked at it more closely, i realized that it was actually the full face of a gorilla. The round things were not actually skulls, but casts of various animal heads. $G4 would probably find these things interesting, but i decided that i should not bring them here. I felt uneasy about this place, and was not sure that the people in the area would want outsiders using their places. I started riding my bicycle to the west again, across the cement path. I had seen the other pavilion to the west, near the row of city buildings. I thought that it might be safer than the one to the east. As i approached it, i noticed that it had white heads around it as well. This was good, because i did not feel as uneasy using this one. It was closer to the city. I walked a little way farther down the sidewalk to look around the area. I then started to wonder whether this was a good neighborhood of the city. It might not be safe here, and i was not sure because i did not really know the area. I looked to the north, noticing that the brown city buildings ran to the north of this grassy area as well. I started to feel very uneasy here, and i decided that i should leave. I got back onto my bicycle and started riding back down the cement sidewalk to the east. I was on the northern side of a narrow grassy area now, and another sidewalk ran along the southern side. As i headed east, i noticed a man approaching me from the east. He was riding a bicycle casually on the path just to the south of he. He was dressed in dark clothing, wearing long pants and a long sleeve button-up shirt or coat. I watched him as he got closer, and i realized that his face was blurred out so that i could not see it. As he passed to the south of me, this seemed suddenly strange. I was not watching him in a video, so his face could not have actually been blurred. I thought that he must have been eating something, and i pictured his left arm holding a white lollipop stick near his face. The blurry effect must be from the white wrapper, which must have been covering his face. After he passed, i thought about this. The wrapper seemed logical, but his face still seemed blurry. This did not make sense, and i started to feel more nervous and scared of this place.

12012 September 08

$Z and i were traveling down the road to the west. The suburban street seemed to be $P86, and i thought about the place to the west where we used to go. I pictured an old dirt road somewhere just to the west of where my grandmother lived. I thought that it must be off the main road. It seemed like a comforting old memory, but i could not picture exactly where the place was now. I knew the main road pretty well because i had traveled it many times. I had not been to this place when i was young, when i was not familiar with the roads, so i only remembered the area where the place was. I thought about the memory, remembering heading to the west down a narrow gravel road with cut grass on both sides. A large white building sat on the southern side of the road, to the west of a large open lawn. It seemed to be a country club, and its parking lot seemed to run along the northern side of the gravel lane. The lane seemed to be lined with tall trees. The place where we used to go was farther down this lane, just past the country club, on the southern side of the road. I could not think of where this road would be, though. I knew that it was not on the southern side of the main road, which was to the south of us now. It must be somewhere to the north of the main road. As we continued down $P86, i thought about how the street curved back into the main road. The other road must be to the south of the main road, because i would head to the west on the main road to get home, and i never remembered seeing it. I then noticed a sign on the road ahead of us. It said that the creek road was not paved. A pile of gravel just ahead of me, on the southern side of the road, made me think that they were repaving the street that we were on. I remembered that the creek ran from the northeast, turning to the south as it cut across the main road. $P86 turned to the southwest to rejoin the main road just to the east of the creek crossing. As we continued to the west, though, i realized that we were now on a gravel road that was heading through a forested area. I knew that we were still near the city, but the bushes and trees grew green on the northern side of the street. I realized that we were actually traveling on the road that i had been remembering. I did not think that $P86 had changed into the road before it hit the main road, but it must have. I decided that we must have turned onto a long dead end road to the north of $P86. The road would run into the woods here and end before the creek. It would not be able to continued to the main road because of the creek. The creek seemed to be just to the north of us. I noticed another pile of gravel on the southern side of the road as i followed $Z down the gravel road, which curved to the northwest now. It dipped down as it approached the narrow creek. The forest here seemed denser, and the ground became brown and bare of undergrowth. The road seemed to end in an open dirt area near the creek. We must have missed the animal place that we were looking for. I walked ahead of $Z, stopping at the creek to look around. The ground seemed to be covered with rocks and debris. I said that we must have gone past the animal place as i looked around the area. I looked up to the north, noticing that the road did not actually end at the creek, which now seemed to be a set of railroad tracks. The dirt road ended at the tracks, but a paved road started to the north. The paved road seemed abandoned, and the back side of a run-down cement building was behind some young trees to the east of the road. The building seemed to be part of an old shopping plaza. Suburban houses seemed to be to the north, out of sight beyond the trees and undergrowth. I turned back to the south, telling $Z that we had passed the animal place. I then noticed the sign on the eastern side of the road, between $Z and myself. $Z was still standing on the hill to the west of me. The dirt road had come down the steep rocky incline, which was about a meter and a half tall, to where i was. A shale outcropping stood to the north of the road, to the northwest of me, and i thick old tree was growing on the top of it. The forest ground here again seemed brown and mossy. I walked to the sign, which had a picture of a lizard on it. I spoke of the animal place as i looked at the sign, trying to figure out where it was. The sign did not have any directions on it, and i mentioned this to $Z. I walked close to the sign, noticing that a clear-plastic case was just below it. The case had several reptiles on display inside. I leaned very close to the display, talking to $Z as i did so. The small lizards on the top shelf were green, but i noticed that one of the small lizards on the bottom was brightly colored it blue and yellow. The lizard seemed to be a gecko, and it was slightly curled to one side. I looked at its scaled skin, seeing the round logo across its back. I wondered if the logo had been painted on the lizard, or whether it had been genetically altered to produce the logo on its skin. I told $Z about this as i started at the lizard for a moment. I then turned back to the north, looking over the darkened area. The forest around us seemed very thick, and the area was blocked from bright sunlight. The ground was uneven and worn here, as though people had been using it to hang out in. I then noticed the rubble of an old building to the north. I moved toward it, aware of a wall or some dark structure to the north of me. $Z talked about the man who was buried here. It had something to do with a murder, which was why the high-school students used to come here to drink and chat. It was considered a taboo place. This was the edge of a larger graveyard, and it seemed to be the southwestern corner of the cemetery. I looked over the uneven ground to the north, for a moment, before i turned back to the east to head back to $Z, who was still standing on the edge of the dirt cliff. $Z was to the southwest of me now, and the dark rock outcropping was directly to the south of me. I could not climb up it, so i walked to the east a few paces toward the gap in the rock where the dirt path descended. $Z was standing at the top of the slop on the dirt path. As i reached the opening, i noticed a large skull on the ground to the east of me. It was partially buried in the dark dirt. The skull was gray and larger than normal, and i realized that it must be an old statue. I pointed it out to $Z. He told me that this was the graveyard where he man was buried. He said that the man killed twelve of his family members. I thought that he must have remarried and continued the killing before anyone knew that he was doing it. $Z said that they were all buried here, stacked up in a single grave. I looked to the northeast, noticing the horizontal striations in the soil wall to the north of me. I thought that i could see small white things, and i imagined them as stacked bodies in the layers, but they seemed to be too small. The area to the north of me was dark now. This place must have been uncovered during some construction, revealing the murdered bodies. I looked up over my head. The foundation of the old brick or stone building was two or three meters above my head now, atop the tall dirt cliff. The long stone foundation block on the southern side of the building had a half-meter-deep indent running along the length of it. The building had been builded on top of the graveyard, but now the foundation had been dug out. $Z mentioned the man who had killed the others again, and i thought that the dirt layers under the building must contain the bodies. I looked a the layers of pale-brown and reddish-brown dirt, but did not see anything specific that looked like bones or remains. I then decided that i did not actually want to see anything from the cemetery, so i turned to the south and started heading back toward $Z.

I had been brought into this classroom, and i felt a little uncomfortable here. I was new to this school. I did not actually feel like i belonged in this class. I seemed to be older than the other students here, but i then thought that i was actually in high school, so i had to put up with this place. I moved to the south of the students, who were sitting in rows and columns of armchairs. The teacher, who had been on the northern side of the room, saw me and came to greet me. She seemed artificially cheerful in greeting me, and she tried to find me a seat. She walked to the northwest, where i noticed a few empty chairs at the end of the rows. The chairs seemed to be clustered into a group to the northeast of me, but a single row extended along the northern wall to the west. The row that extended to the west seemed to be the southern-most row of chairs, and it had the only empty chairs on the western end of it. This seemed to be the back of the class room. A few teenage boys, who were sitting four or five chairs from the western end, seemed to protest. One was wearing blue clothes, and had chin-length straight blond hair. He seemed to be one of the bullies, and he complained about me sitting near them. I felt uncomfortable about his as well, but the teacher started arranging the empty chairs on the western side of the room. As she moved them, i realized that the front of the room was actually to the south. She was pulling the chairs forward a little. These empty chairs were actually near the front of the class, on the western wall. I stood for a moment looking at them. I was glad that i was not sitting in the back of the room, on the western side. I then realized that the room was L shaped, and that the chairs on the west were hidden from my view by the corner wall in the middle of the room. I commented about this to the teacher, asking how they could see the front of the room. She dragged an empty chair forward, and i knew that i was supposed to sit in it. I sat down in the chair. The other chairs were arranged in an L-shaped pattern, with most of them running in rows and columns on the eastern side of the room. The two back rows of chairs then extended along the northern wall, to the west. My chair was placed in the open area, just to the south of the western section of chairs. The boy with the blond hair was sitting to the east of me now, and he started to tease me. Two or three boys from the row behind me joined in. I tried to ignore them as the teacher moved to the south, to the front of the room. The boy to the east started throwing things at me. I felt a thumbtack fall down the back of my shirt. I reached over my shoulder and grabbed the tack before it fell to far. Annoyed, i tossed the tack back at the boy. I then felt something else go down my shirt. I could not grab it before it fell down my back. I slid my hips forward a little as i leaned my shoulder back on the chair to allow the object to fall to the bottom of my shirt. I then pulled out at the back of my shirt to let it fall out the bottom. The teacher did not seem to notice or care. I moved my chair to the southwest a little, moving away from the others. I was now closer to the western wall of the room. One of the boys behind me snickered, and i wondered if they had pasted something on the back of my shirt. I did not want to reach around to check because they would know that they were annoying me. I tried not to noticed them. I looked at the wall to the southwest of me now. A doorway in the wall led to a small bathroom. I looked at the mirror in the bathroom, but was actually looking to the south, at the large mirror on the southern wall of the room. I could see my back as i sat in the chair. I was wearing a black sweater with a red X over a white diamond in the center. I had a white button-up shirt under it, and i could see nothing pasted to my back. I felt better about this. I tried to shift position a little, but i realized that the other students were crowded around me now. We were standing on the cart, which was moving down the street to the west. I thought that we were heading home on the bus. The other boys were still teasing people near me, so i tried to ignore them. As the cart was heading to the north, i was standing on the eastern side, near the back. The boys around me seemed familiar. I realized that i was not wearing my hat, which i had in my left hand. It was a tan fishing hat, which i usually wore outside. It was a cloudy day, but i thought i should have my hat on. It fit well enough that the wind would not blow it off as we rode on the cart. Just as i was starting to put it on, though, i realized that the bullies to the north might grab it and throw it out of the cart. I started to put the had back down, but then i realized that i did not care what the bullies did. I could let the hat go, so i put it on my head. I looked to the north. The wagon had turned and was heading down the road to the west. Green trees and undergrowth lined the road to the north of us. The wagon moved unevenly, though, and i hoped that no one fell off the back edge. I was near the back end of the wagon myself, and also near the northern edge. I turned to the south, noticing that we were passing a large mansion. The building was plain, with a flat surface that had many windows across it. It looked like an old wood hotel. It was gray on the foundation, but seemed to be stained wood on the top. The second floor on the eastern end of the building was filled with a huge multipane window. I looked through the small square panes, into the large sitting room. It was well decorated, with books around the walls of the room, and crests hanging from the walls. A massive stone fireplace took up the center of the eastern wall, and i noticed the large round Masonic emblem carved into the stone above the mantle. The compass-and-square design was painted gold, and it looked very formal. The building seemed to be owned by very wealthy people, and i thought that they must be Free Masons. I imagined that the building must be very nice inside, and i wondered if i could ever be part of an organization like this. I then wondered why the building was so big. It suddenly seemed interesting simply because it was so large. I tried to think about this, wondering why the Free Masons would be so showy in this building. When i looked up again, i realized that the cart had come to a stop on the western end of the northern face of the building. I looked to the east, along the northern side of the building, noticing that the second floor here extended beyond the first. I then realized that the other students were no longer with me in the wagon. They must have been dropped off at their houses already. This surprised me, and i wondered whether i had fallen asleep. How did i get her without the other students? I was then walking to the south, into the building. This seemed to be the main entrance of the building. The hall inside seemed gray and very plain, with flat walls that extended to the ceiling two stories above. Someone to the south of me was leading me through the building. I turned to the east and walked through the glass doors. Another entry hall was in the center of the building, to the east. I seemed to be headed toward the large sitting room i had seen through the window, but i could not see it from where i was. I stopped in the large entry hall. Glass windows ran along the upper parts of the walls here, and a glass door led to a corridor to the east. A man greeted me as he stood to the south of me. I wondered why i was here. I had come here so suddenly that i seemed out of place here. I thought that i would have to be more formal to be in a place like this. I wanted to understand more about the society here, but i did not feel that i was of the correct social class to be here now.

12012 September 09

I was in the kitchen at $P19, standing on the southern side of the room. The metal basin sink was just to the south of me, but i was standing off to the west of its center. I had turned on the garbage disposal in the sink, and the water drained out of it, but i had forgotten to turn on the faucet to wash the food down. I could hear the disposal running as i reached up to turn on the cold water. The faucet was in the center of the sink, but the spigots for it were suspended over the sink on a metal pipe, which ran across the width of the sink. I tried to turn the handle next to me to get the water running, but it would not turn. I strained to get it to move, thinking that it would turn on more easily. A metal sheet seemed to be resting on the northern side of the pipe. It was like a large cookie sheet, and i was reaching behind it, from the western side of it, to turn on the water. I started to become frustrated, thinking that i had to turn on the water so that the disposal did not start to heat up. I could still hear it running. I finally decided that i had to change my position. I looked at the red handle of the tap that i was trying to turn on. I realized that it was the hot-water top. I should use the cold water to help cool the disposal. Frustrated that i could not turn on the water, i finally turned the disposal off. I moved directly in front of the spigots, which seemed to be to the north of me now. I could turn the knob on the right, which was the hot water, but i could not get the cold water to turn on. It seemed very strange to me that this would be the case, and i felt annoyed with the sink. I then looked at the white plastic case, which was on top of a round tank just to the north of me. The tank was on the metal counter to the west of the skink, which was to the north of me. the case was a small water heater, and i realized that it might not be turned on, which was why the water was not hot enough. I grabbed the sides of the off-white plastic case, which had a round texture on the sides, and started turning it counter-clockwise. It moved uneasily. After i forced it to turn a full circle, i noticed that the small gauge at the bottom started to change. The black needle in front moved to the right, and the dark-blue panel behind the needle turned red. This indicated that the water was now warming up. I realized that this unit was actually a flow heater, which meant that it did not store any hot water in it. I started to think that the heater did not need to be turned up. It would heat the water as the water started to flow, which means that i could simply have turned on the water and it should have gotten hot. Some people approached me from the west as i lifted the spray handle on the sink. I commented to them that i had created steam, and i squeezed the spray handle, aiming it to the north, over the sink. A burst of white mist came out of the handle. It seemed like steam, but it could also have been water that was not yet ready to come out. I worried that i had turned the hot water up too much and that it had turned the water into steam. If i had just turned on the water before, the heater might have turned on and heated the water. The people to the west of me, who seemed to be from $G4, seemed concerned about the steam, so i played it down, saying that it was a joke. I knew that i would have to turn the heater back to its normal position once they left the room, though. The man near me seemed to be $A590. I turned my attention to the metal counter to the east of the sink, where many dirty dishes were stacked up. I mentioned that i would have to start cleaning the dishes. As i looked over the dishes, i started to feel confused, though. So many dishes were on the counter that i was not sure where i should start. I wanted to start washing some of them, but i had to organize them in some way. I commented on the dish machine to the others, and then i thought that the glasses had to be washed first. I had seen a partial rack of glasses on the counter, but i would need to find the rest. I moved to the west, now thinking that i should probably start by scrubbing the pots to get them out of the way. I moved to the north, where a metal table ran from the eastern wall, running parallel to the sink. The table was covered with dirty dishes and glasses. Everything seemed so messy that i could not focus on what i should be doing. I noticed a rack that had several articles of garbage in it on the northern side of the table. I decided that i would leave the garbage on the table when i cleaned the dishes.

12012 September 10

I seemed to be in the downstairs bathroom of my parents’ house. I was talking to someone to the east of me as i looked up to the north. I could see out across the back yard. A large colorful bird was sitting in the grass, just on the other side of the tall weeds that marked the end of the back yard. The bird was a peacock, and it had a bright blue rounded body. The bird’s body was shaped more like a plump turkey than a peacock, but it had a bright green and blue plume of tail feathers on the eastern side of it. The bird seemed to be cleaning itself. I mentioned this to the person to the east of me as i bent over to continue what i was doing. I could not see anything for a moment. When i looked back up at the bird, i could now see a woman walking from the west, along the northern side of the narrow tuft of grass that marked the edge of the lawn. She wore a tan raincoat with a matching hat, and she seemed to have heavy boots on. She walked slowly to the east, and the peacock was now following her. A few smaller birds seemed to be following her as well. I commented on this to the other person, explaining what i was seeing.

I stopped for a moment on the southern side of the forested area. The trees and undergrowth to the north of me were bright green, thought they seemed damp and old. $G4 had set a trail here yesterday, but i was not able to run with them. I could still see the reddish marks on the ground where the trail run had started, and i started jogging up the eastern side of the forested area. The area was only about twenty-five meters wide on the southern part, and it ran to the north between the two buildings. The building to the east seemed to be an old elementary school, and the brick building to the west seemed to be some kind of utility building. I followed the trail along the eastern side of the forested lot for about thirty to fourty meters before it turned into the lot. Another person was now jogging with me. I pictured the rounded blue pond in the center of the wooded area. we paused on the trail just to the south of the pond. The lot extended quite a way to the north, and the pond seemed to be on the southern side, so i thought that the trail must run quite a way to the north as well. We just had to figure out where it was going. $A121 then came into the area from the west. It seemed that she had set this trail, and she was now jogging with us. I followed her to the west, thinking that we were on the trail, but we circled back to the south and came out at the southern end of the forested lot, where we had started. I felt a little confused, but realized that the trail we had just followed must have been a false loop. The real trail must be somewhere else. People started looking around for the real trail. Some of them wandered to the north again, along the eastern edge of the lot. I looked down at the grassy ground in front of me, to the north of me. We started to follow the red flour marks to the north again, and again we came out near the pond. This time, the area to the north of us seemed clear of trees. $A121 ran to a wooden post, which was standing in the middle of the grass. She turned west just past the post and ran to another post that was to the west of the first. She then ran back. I realized that she had set the trail in a zigzag pattern between the six posts that stood up from the ground. The posts were about a deci thick, and were arranged it two rows of three, running to the north. They were about four meters apart. The other man stood near the southeastern pole for a moment, watching $A121 run back and forth between the posts. I knew that it would be easier to run directly to the north, but it was fun to follow the trail back and forth around the posts, so i did it. As i finished, though, i noticed the others returning from the north. They had run to the north, along the eastern side of the area, but they had been following another false trail. They started looking for the correct trail near me, as i stood to the east of the posts. I backed to the south, looking down at the green grassy ground for marks. I could see the red marks in the grass, but i was not entirely sure what they said. The others started searching the area to the northeast for marks. I turned to the east, noticing an arrow with lines across it. This marked the true trail. Someone must have marked it last night after they had discovered the true trail then. The arrow was on the southern side of a short hill. The hill ran from the western side of the large tan school building around the southwestern corner, descending to the lower elevation at the front of the building. I called for the others, saying that i had found true trail. I jogged to the east, across the front of the building. I turned to the northeast on the eastern side of the building and started jogging across the open area. I started to see many arrows on the ground, and i paused to figure them out. The others continued to the northeast, passing me as they headed up the steep hill. The hill became very steep, and i was looking at the drawings on the cliff wall to the west of where we were ascending. Many marks seemed to be on the grassy cliff, and i was trying to read them. I called to the others, saying that a mark was here. I tried to focus on the marks, but i could not quite see them. It seemed dark out now, and i did not have enough light to make out the large mark on the tan sandstone rock of the cliff face. The others stopped at the top of the steep hill to the northeast, which was the eastern side of the cliff wall. I knew that the sign on the cliff face to the northwest of me marked a beer stop, but i could not quite read it. I became aware that $A121 was to the southwest of me, watching. I then focused on the large white letters on the cliff. The chalk letters spelled out “BN”. I told the others that we were at a beer stop, and i looked up, seeing the ledge where they had stopped. The cliff had a deep indent in the top, where the others were. It looked like a shallow cave, and i thought that it would have been a great place to have a beer stop. I looked at the writing on the cliff again, though, and realized that it said that the stop would be in the gorge. I knew that the beer would not be here anymore since the run was yesterday. I backed down the hill, wondering about the stop, which had been in the bottom of a gorge. I turned to the east with the others and looked down at the river below. The edges of the river were covered with chunks of broken ice and snow. I thought that the ice must be melting on the water now. I moved closer to the edge of the short cliff that led down to the river. The river was ten meters below us, and the muddy water was running very fast to the south. I thought that the stop must have been on the ice yesterday, but the flood waters had broken up the ice and washed it away. I then realized that the ice could not have been solid yesterday. It would have taken a longer time for the water to break up. The others looked over the cliff at the water below, but started to wander away. I looked down at the ice still on the shoreline below the cliff, and i started to feel nervous about being so close to the edge of the cliff. I backed away a little. The others started to wander to the southwest. I wondered if the ice was really thick enough yesterday for $G4 to stop on. It would have had to melt very quickly. I then realized that something was wrong with this idea. The ice would only be like this in the Spring. It was early Autumn, so there should not have been any ice on the river. I felt confused, and i told $Z, who was to the west of me, that there should not have been any ice this time of year. The river should still have been warm from the summer. $Z realized the strangeness of the situation as well, and both of us moved to the northeast a little, along the top of the riverbank. $Z bent over to grab some of the ice, and i was doing the same. I felt the snow in my right hand. It felt granular and cold, but did not quite feel like snow. Something was wrong here. I realized that the snow and ice were artificial. Something had created the frozen river. I started to feel that the ice had been created malevolently. Something moved to the northwest of us, and it seemed threatening. Some technology was creating the ice here, and i imagined that it was extraterrestrial in origin. I stayed crouched down near the mound of snow, but i knew that $Z and i should run to the southwest to get away. I imagined extraterrestrial troops coming from the northeast to capture us. I then pictured them as Tripod creatures. The large black Tripod moved suddenly, and $Z jumped back in surprise. I pictured the Tripod as a black domed body with long straight thin legs. The thin legs, which had coils around the upper supports, moved suddenly with one of its legs, and then paused. It stood very tall among the thin trees of the forest to the north of us. $Z and i turned and started running to the southwest. The Tripod would be able to fire weapons at us, so we would have to hide from its view. I imagined that the weapon was an electromagnetic ray that could disrupt nerve functions and paralyze us. The school building was to the southwest of us, and we would have to get out of view of the creature by running to the south of the building. We would be running quite a way in the open to get to the front of the building, though. I wondered if we could hide to the south of the playground, which was to the east of the building, on the northern side. The metal playground equipment would block the effects of the paralyzing ray, but it would only protect us if we stayed behind it. We would be exposed once we started heading south, along the side of the building. I ran around the southeastern corner of the building with $Z and started across the front lawn of the school. A police car came from the southwest. I told the police officer, who seemed to be the sheriff, what was happening. He pointed his gun at us and told us to get down. I knew that he was working for the bag guys. He knew about the creatures and was helping them. The two main characters put up their hands as they stood to the north of the car. I watched them to the southeast of me as the sheriff arrested them. They would eventually escape, but they were trapped for now. The officer was standing to the north of the two men. The two men were on their knees, and the one of the east had his shirt off. He seemed to be the main character from Teen Wolf. The sheriff was putting the men into handcuffs, and i could see both of them struggling. I realized that the man on the left was nicely built, and i could see his muscular back as he struggled against the arrest. I knew that he was chosen for the part because he was attractive. It would help the show appeal to teenagers by having sexually attractive people on it.

12012 September 11

I rode my bicycle up the steep hill to the east, heading through the suburban area. The hill was to the south of the campus area, and i thought that i should turn to the north to start heading to where i wanted to go. I then thought that where i wanted to go might be higher in elevation than where i was now. I knew that it would be harder to bicycle up the steeper hills to the north. I then realized that i was currently heading up $P199, which was a relatively shallow hill. It would be easier for me to head up the hill here than turn to the north now and climb the other hills later. As i thought about this, i decided that i could just turn onto $P198 and have just as easy a ride. I turned to the right and was now heading to the west. I headed down the long straight road through the neighborhood area. The road sloped up only a little to the west, but the western end, which was about one hundred meters to the west of me, stopped on the bottom of the steep grassy hill of the college campus. It was dark out, but i could see the old buildings of the college at the top of the hill. I seemed to be heading to $P19, which seemed to be beyond the campus, to the west. I continued toward the campus, hearing the people on the southern side of the road, to the southwest of me. In the darkness on the street, i could see two other men riding bicycles from the west. I felt cautious of them, so i continued to the west, trying to ignore them. I reached the corner at the bottom of the hill. The grassy slope ran up to the west, and a high stone curb ran along the northern side of the road at the base of the hill. The hill seemed very open and empty. I felt that i had not been here in a very long time. I turned to the north and started riding my bicycle along the bottom of the hill. I thought that the road to the south would eventually turn to the west and go around the southern side of the campus, but i did not feel comfortable going that way. I thought that heading this way might be better. As i traveled down the road, i realized that it was very dark here. No street lights lighted this part of the road. I tried to focus on where i was going, but i felt that i could not see the road well enough, and i found myself weaving form side to side on the road. I tried to stay to the right, but did not seem able to do so. I then heard the sound of voices, and a man on a bicycle speeded past me to the north. He was the same man that i had seen earlier with the group of students. I could hear the other students behind me, so i focused on staying on the eastern side of the road so that the others could pass me. As they did pass me, i decided that i wanted to keep up with them. I tried to speed up so that i could stay just behind them. I was walking behind them as we reached the intersection, where another road ran off to the west. It was now daylight outside, and i could see the group more clearly. Ten to fifteen people were in the group, and they seemed to be wandering down the street. I suddenly recognize one of the men in the ground. I said hello to him, and he turned around to greet me. He had already started walking across the street to the north, and i knew that he was heading toward the pub on the eastern end of the street. The front of the pub was painted red, and it did not seem to have any obvious windows. I chatted with the man for the moment before i noticed $A545 to the northwest of me, in the middle of the group. He smiled at me over his left shoulder as he slowed to a stop. He was wearing a strange-looking soft styrofoam costume. The costume was mostly gray, with bluish-gray and reddish-gray shades on the side. The costume looked like a metal can with a cap on top. The cap was a cylindrical cop that covered $A545’s head. Another man with him was also dressed in a similar costume. $A545 seemed to be leading the other man across the street, to the northwest. The group of people were still walking across the street, but they stayed around $A545 as he talked to me. I then mentioned that i had talked to the other man on the eastern side the group. I mentioned the man’s first name. When $A545 did not recognize the name, i clarified by stating the full name. I stated $A545’s name, but i was referring to the man to the east. $A545 nodded as he recognized the name, but he seemed indifferent to the man, which seemed strange to me. I chatted with $A545 for a moment before continuing to the west. I quickly came to the end of the street. A large wood building was to the west. It looked like an old saloon.

12012 September 12

$F45 and the other person were sitting in the chairs to the west of me in the concert hall. The black seats were facing south and everything in the hall seemed dark. We were waiting for a concert here, but i had to head to the east to do something. I knew that $F45 would be annoyed, but i wanted to get something done before the show started. I told $F45 that i would have to take a shower still to get ready. I walked to the east to get something. As i came into the small square room outside of the main auditorium, i could hear the music starting. I had not expected the concert to start so early. The Rolling Stones were playing at this show. I picked up several things from the room and headed back to the west, coming into the long hallway that ran down the eastern side of the auditorium. The hallway was black. I knew that the show was starting, but i thought that i would still have to shower, even though $F45 would be annoyed with me for missing part of the show. The shower room seemed to be to the south of the auditorium, so i headed down the long hallway, picturing myself going into the white shower room on the western side of the hallway. I was still carrying something as i came to the area of the hallway where the hall shifted to the east. Directly to the south of me were the two doors to the auditorium. The hallway expanded to the east and continued running to the south along the eastern side of the auditorium. The double black doors to the auditorium were at the northeastern corner of the concert hall. I did not want to go into the concert at the moment. I was aware of the woman standing near the doors. She had been checking tickets. I headed toward the doors for a moment, but steered to the southeast to head around the corner and down the hall. I was still carrying something in my right hand. It was heavy and rounded and looked like a large discus or small steering wheel. I thought that i would put them down along the wall of the hallway, around the corner from the door. I moved toward the western side of the hallway, noticing some sleeping bags and other items scattered along the wall. The woman who was near the doors had stood up, and she was walking toward me. I knew that i would not be able to bring the white disk into the theater, which was one of the reasons that i was leaving it in the hallway. I knew that it would be okay here, though i wondered if anyone would take it. As i extended my right arm to put the disk down, the woman stood over me, to the west of me, and told me that i would not be able to take the disk or the food into the concert. I realized that i had a bag of chips in my left hand. I asked her about them, but she said that they could not come into the concert. I would have to leave them here as well. Annoyed, i started heading to the south, down the hallway. I moved my right arm, realizing that the weight of the off-white disk allowed me to roll it down the hall a little way and then use its momentum to pull me forward. I seemed to be rolling on wheels as i pulled my arm back, letting my body slide forward. I pushed the wheel out again, feeling the weight of it pull me forward as my arm became fully extended. After a little while, i looked up to the southwest. I noticed the large blue screen over the stage. It was showing a video that went along with the song. I realized that the music was not live. The band was not yet on stage, and the music was simply the soundtrack of the video. I was a little disappointed by this, but it explained why the music sounded so good. It was not live music, but something produced in a studio. I thought that we had come here for the live music, which should have been very good. I remembered that The Rolling Stones were very energetic and sounded very good on stage. I turned to the east, finding myself in the back seat of the car. I was on the driver’s side of the car, and the car was facing west. I was getting ready to shower so that i could get back to the show. Before i could do anything, though, $F45 and the other person walked around the passenger’s side of the car and got in. I was surprised to see them since the concert had just started. I had thought that $F45 would be annoyed that i was not at the show. I asked them why they were here as i started to step out the rear door of the car. I came out of the car awkwardly, noticing my feet on the sides of the door frame in front of me as i moved out. I was not wearing any shoes. $F45 was in the driver’s seat now, and $A598 was sitting in the back seat, on the passenger’s side. $A598 seemed upset, and $F45 seemed annoyed. I asked them what was wrong, and $F45 said that nothing was wrong. I looked again at $A598, who still looked depressed about something. I pointed this out. $F45 said that nothing was wrong, adding that they were going to Fanny Farmer’s, or some place like that to get chocolate. This seemed strange to me, but i remembered that a chocolate shop used to be on the corner to the west of us. The car was parked in the middle of a large parking lot. The large building to the east and northeast seemed to be a shopping mall, where they had just come from. The concert was somewhere in a concert hall in the mall. A street ran along the southern side of the lot, about fifty meters to the south of us. I looked to the west, seeing several small trees growing on medians near the lot. A small plaza of stores seemed to be at the southwestern corner of the block that we were on, and i remembered an old chocolate shop there. I told this to $F45, but then i was not really sure whether the shop would still be there. The car drove off to the west. I felt rather uncomfortable, but i still had to take a shower. I walked back to the large building to the east, which now seemed like a school.

I watched the people on the screen to the southwest as they performed the song. I saw several scenes of people playing instruments. The woman on the western side of the room then commented on the music. Saying that the record had skipped. She said that she liked that sound. It seemed that she was unfamiliar with the sound. I told her that it was very common. I said that people would scratch records so that they would use them for “scratching” when they DJed. She seemed interested in this and acted as though she had not heard it before. She stood up and started walking toward me. She seemed like $A629. The other woman, who had been with her, remained seated on the bench in the center of the western wall. I looked at the video screen again, which seemed to be in a booth in the southern end of the western wall. It showed a scene of a DJ doing something on a phonograph player. As the woman got very close to me, i motioned to the image of the DJ, telling her that this was an example of “scratching”. Rather than looking at the video, she moved close to me and started kissing me on the right cheek and neck. I was aware of my mother and father sitting on a bench near the northern wall of the room. I asked the woman if she liked any modern music, adding that the sound of skipping was quite common in the samples taken in modern music. She did not answer, but continued kissing my neck. She started hugging me around the shoulders as we started to recline to the east. I then realized that the sound had been very common for a long time in rap music, so i asked her if she liked rap music. As i said it, i felt suddenly uncomfortable. The woman was dark skinned, and i wondered if she would think it a bad stereotype for me to ask the question. She did not seem to realize what i had asked, though. I glanced at her friend, the other dark-skinned woman who was still sitting on the bench on the western side of the room. The first woman continued kissing me, and i suddenly found myself kissing the side of her neck. It seemed a very strange thing for me to do, and i knew that, if i started now, i might feel like continuing. This seemed like a strange situation to me. I did not want to be involved with the woman, but i continued to hold her. I then decided that i should not become romantic with her, and i sat up. I was in the upstairs bedroom of my grandmother’s house still, where i had been with the women and my parents. I felt that i had to do something to get ready, so i moved to the south, across the kitchen on the first floor of the house. I had something in my hand, and i had to do something with it. I opened the door on the side of the house, which came out into a glass-enclosed breezeway on the southern end of the eastern side of the house. As i stepped through the door and bent over to put something on the ground, i realized that i was still wearing my white briefs underwear. I felt a little uncomfortable about being out in public like this, so i stood up and backed into the door again. I heard the sound of music starting from somewhere in the house. It sounded like heavy-metal music, and i could hear the distorted guitar riff. The sound was coming from upstairs, and i wondered why $K5 or $K7 would be playing this kind of music, and why they would be playing it so early in the morning. As i turned to the north and stepped out the back of the house, i realized that i would normally have been sleeping at this house, so the music would have woken me. This seemed annoying, but i was glad that i was up. I bent over and dropped the strips of white tape that i had been carrying in my left hand into the blue plastic trash bin that was on the back porch. As i turned to the south to head back into the house, i wondered why $K7 would be listening to heavy-metal music. It seemed out of place. I wondered if $K18 was living upstairs with her. $K18 might listen to that kind of music.

12012 September 13

I was visiting New York City, and i was walking from the west with the other people. We were in the middle of a neighborhood where the gray apartment buildings ran along the northern and southern sides of the street, but the main streets ran north to south. $F43 was with me. I thought that $F45 was visiting the city as well, though he was not with me at the moment. I thought that he was staying a block or so to the east, at $A448’s house. I walked down the sidewalk on the northern side of the street, heading east. I crossed one of the main north-to-south streets, thinking of where $F45 would be staying. He did not know that i was in the city, and i thought that he would be surprised if i dropped in on him. I turned to the north and walked into the dimly lighted room. I seemed to be in the same building as $A448’s apartment. This room seemed to be a common area on the first floor of the building. It was dingy and run down, with couches around the room that faced the center of the room. $A448’s apartment seemed to be upstairs, but i kept thinking of it by the stairs that were somewhere to the east of me. They seemed to ascend to the north along the eastern side of the building. I moved through the common room, which had some kitchen stoves and counters on the northern side. I had been staying here on one of the beds. I chatted with some of the other people who had come in with me. $F43 had a bottle of wine, and i poured the bottle into some glasses so that we could drink. $F43 then wandered to the south as i started to drink from my glass. I realized that my glass was rather large and oddly shapes. It had a stem on the bottom, but it seemed to be a rectangular glass baking dish. It felt heavy with all the wine in it, and it tipped oddly because i was having trouble balancing the liquid in it. I put it down on a counter to the east of me, hoping that i did not spill it. As i chatted with the others, i realized that the wine was going down quickly in my glass. I must have been drinking it quickly. I poured more out of the bottle, but realized that i must have had a lot of wine. It seemed strange that i had drank so much wine. I thought about it a moment, and i decided that i actually did feel drunk. I should not have had so much. The others were now somewhere else, and the dimly lighted room seemed mostly empty. I started to move around the room. I moved to the east, stopping near the bed, whose headboard was against the eastern wall. I had a bottle of alcohol with me, and i looked at it more closely. I decided that the liquid in the glass might not actually be wine. I felt too intoxicated to have had only wine. The pale-green liquid might be a liquor or some type. I turned to the north and started walking back to the west along the northern wall. The wooden counters of the kitchen area were filled with dirty dishes and trash. I knew that most of it was not ours. The others had left it in the kitchen. I did not like way the mess looked, but i did not really want to start cleaning it. I knew that the people who actually lived here did not care as much about it. The others then came back into the room from the south, and $F43 was with them. I thought about $A448 again, thinking that he was probably in his apartment upstairs. I should visit him, but i started drinking more alcohol with the others. I looked at the pale green liquid in the bottle. It had an oily texture, like a liquor. I seemed to recognize it, but i was not sure what it was. I talked about it with $F43 and the others. The others left the room again, this time, heading to the west through the door in the southern end of the western wall. I started to collect my things from the room. I passed over the junk, trying to decide what was mine. I wondered if i should clean up any. I stopped in front of one of the stoves that were against the northern wall. I seemed to be in front of the western-most stove. Just to the west of the stove was an opening in the counter and doorway in the northern wall, which seemed to lead to an apartment. The door opened and a man came out of the bedroom. He was one of the people who lived in the apartments here. I asked him about something, referring to the stoves. He was cooking dinner here. I panned back to the east, looking over the stoves for our things. Everything seemed very messy here. I started to look around the room for some other things. I spotted a set of keys on the floor to the west. For a moment, i thought that they were the keys to our house. I moved toward them, looking at them as i put my hand into my left pocket. I could feel my own set of keys in my pocket, so i knew that the keys on the floor were not mine. I thought i should save the extra set, though. I turned to the south and headed out of the apartments. I would have to get back to the other place where we were. I kept thinking of visiting $F45 at the place that he was staying. I headed down the hallway to the west. The hard-plaster walls were old and worn, and the hallway ended in a round stairwell. A set of wooden stairs started on the northern wall of the room, and ascended around the wall of the room to the west. A landing seemed to run flat for a few meters on the northern side of the western wall before the stairs started ascending again. The stained wooden bannisters looked very nice. I could hear the sound of loud music from somewhere in the building. The music was reggae, and it seemed very loud. I noticed the arched wooden door in the thick western wall, underneath the landing. I remembered that another rounded room was on the other side. It seemed to be a common room, and i thought that a band must be playing there. I pictured the room crowded with people. Two people were walking ahead of me down the hallway toward the stairwell. As they reached the stairwell, they ascended the stairs and walked through a second door in the western wall, which was on the northern side of the landing. I should take this door. I knew that it would take me along the upper part of the room to the west. It would be easier to walk around the upper part to pass by the music than it would be to walk through the crowd in the lower part. I had thought about going through the lower door, but decided to follow the people through the upper door. Both doors came into the same room. I walked to the west, into the common area, which seemed to be a pub. I turned to the north, where a bar ran across the room. I sat at one of the small round tables just to the south of the bar. $Z was sitting on the eastern side of the table with me. I then heard one of the bartenders talking to someone at the bar. A young woman at the bar was asking about a type of alcohol. As the person walked off to the south, i turned to the east and asked the bartender about it. The male bartender was leaning on the bar to the north of me, and a female bartender was standing just to the east of him, cleaning something. Both of them were wearing white shirts with black vests. I mentioned to the man that i thought that i had drank the type of alcohol that he was talking about. The woman had described it as a green liquid, but could not remember the name, so the bartender had told her the name. I pretended that i did not know what the alcohol was as they mentioned it to me. The woman bartender then added that the alcohol mixed well with other things, adding that it had a nice citrus flavor. I had not known the name of the liquor i had before, but now i did. I chatted some more with the other people near me.

I moved to the north with $G4, across the dry grassy field. The woman to the north of me was chatting with me about the trail that we were following. Some of the others had moved off to the northeast, but i stopped at the southern edge of the water. The woman with me was worried about getting her feet wet in the water. I moved to the east a little, thinking that i might be able to go around the water. The woman made a joke about crossing, but then pointed out that the water was shallow to the east. I looked down, noticing that the puddle was to the northwest of me. I could see three rounded bays in the shallow puddle, which was now mostly to the west of me. The woman was teasing the others, saying that they would have run through the center of the water and never looked to see that it was dry to the east. The land to the east seemed to be covered with short cut stalks of dry grass. Leafless trees stood to the north, and everything seemed tan or off-white. I wandered to the east, noticing several $G4 standing to the east and northeast. This was a rather large gathering. It seemed like it could be a weekend event, where people camped around the area. As i moved, i felt a little drunk, which seemed strange to me because i had not been drinking much lately. I headed to the south and then to the southwest, walking through the crowds of people on the lawn. I started to feel a little out of place here. I did not seem to know these people as well, and i was not chatting with any of them. I then moved to the west and started chatting with someone about something. He was leaning against the wall or small shed, which was to the west of him. I tried explaining something to him, mentioning the thing by name. He seemed to understand. As i looked at his bulging eyes, though, i noticed that they were all white, with tiny white dots for pupils. I could not see any iris. I thought that he must be intoxicated on some kind of hallucinogenic drug. A few others were sitting to the north and northeast of him, and they listened as i explained the things. I felt a little wary of the man to the north, thinking that he was aggressive. I remained facing west and looked at the wall above the intoxicated man’s head. My eyes seemed to be closed, but i could see the flash of light from behind me reflecting on the wall. It was a sudden burst, and i thought that it was from fireworks. I mentioned the fireworks to the others as i heard the pop. I turned to the east to see many people standing around on the field. They were facing southeast, looking out over the darkened field. A red burst of fireworks expanded in the sky. I could see it through the silhouette of a tree that extended for the southern end of the field. I did not know who was setting off the fireworks, but i thought that it was probably one of the visiting $G4. I asked no one in particular if the people who ran the campsite that we were renting would mind the fireworks. I felt that they would be upset that the fireworks were being set off illegally. I then remembered that we were in Pennsylvania, and i stated that it was legal here. The woman to the northeast of me nodded and said that it was actually legal here. I said that i always forget that fireworks are legal in Pennsylvania. I moved to the east, where there was a picnic table on the northern edge of the area. I sat to chat with some people as everyone watched the fireworks to the southeast. A person on the bench to the east of me was describing the tag, which people had given out for the event. I suddenly realized that we did not get any tags for this weekend. It was very unusual not to get tags. I said something about it to the others. Just as i mentioned it, a man and a woman came from the west. The man stood near the bench to the west of me, putting one foot on the bench, and the woman stopped to the west of the table, holding a plastic box of tags in her hands. I smiled and told them that the other woman had just been talking about the tags for the weekend. The tags had been late and must have just arrived.

12012 September 14

I had to pack up some of the things so that we could leave my parents’ house. I headed to the south, leaving the back room and coming into the kitchen. My mother was still in the back room, packing some of the supplies up for the trip. $F45 was standing at the southwestern corner of the large central counter. I moved to the western end of the counter and started gathering some of the food together. The food was spread around the counter, and seemed to be loafs of bread and other baked goods. I felt rushed, and i did not really want to pack up all of the things on the counter. I did not want to have to take everything home with me. $F45 made jokes about packing up all of the food, and i told him to only pack up the bread items. I did not want to have to take the other things. I noticed the two-tier metal serving tray just to the east of me. It had something on the top layer that looked like dried pickles. $F45 pointed them out, and i told him to leave the pickles. I felt frustrated and turned to pack some other things. I had to get going so that we could leave for the trip. I still had to get all of my personal things together, so i headed up the stairs, thinking that i still had to shower. I walked to the east, into the small bedroom. The bed was against the eastern wall, and clothes were scattered on the surface. I moved to the southwestern corner of the bed. I turned to the south to take a pair of underwear out from the chifforobe that was against the southern wall. The underwear was a pair of green summer briefs. I felt anxious, feeling that i should get things together, but also feeling that i really did not want to. I looked down at my legs, realizing that i had just taken off my denims because they felt sticky. I had already packed my other pants in my suitcases, so i did not have a pair of clean pants to wear after i showered. I would have to put the same pair back on. This annoyed me. I turned to the north and looked into the closet for another pair. I glanced again at the pants on the floor, to the south of the bed. They now seemed to be brown pants made of a heavy rawhide leather. I decided that i could still wear them, even though i did not want to. I headed back downstairs, walking to the south. I came to the east, exiting the house and finding myself in the driveway outside. $K2 was standing to the southeast of me, just to the north of a car. He was with his family, and they were waiting to go on the road trip with us. $K36 and $K35 were wandering to the northeast to look at something on the lawn. I realized that $K2 was still wearing a pair of tan shorts. It was not cool enough for him, and i realized that i too could wear shorts for the trip. I decided that, even if it was too cool outside for shorts, they would be good enough in the car. I had more pairs of clean shorts than i did pants.

I had to get ready to go, so i started packing up the bags on the southern side of my grandmother’s living room. I was kneeling on the floor, putting things into the bag to the south of me. I noticed a pair of shoes on the floor to the south of me. They looked like green Crocs or some other heavy sandal. I stood up as i looked at them, thinking that i would have to pack them in the bag as well. I was then aware of the woman who was sitting against the northern wall of the room. She would not be coming with us, so she could watch the house while we were gone. I then remembered that i had left the bread machine running. If i left soon, it would not be finished making bread. I felt worried that it would ruin the bread before i could get back. The bread would have to be taken out. I started to the south, thinking that i would have to tell the woman how to put the bread away. I turned to the northeast to get something from the kitchen. The bread machine had a few more hours to go, but i would have to leave before that. As i started up the stairs to the north, i could hear the bread machine beep. It was not finished, but it was time to put nuts or other mixings into the bread. I hoped that the beeping did not wake the woman, who seemed to be sleeping in the living room. I thought about what i would say to the woman about the bread machine. I would have to tell her how to take it out of the machine and put it in the freezer. I then thought that it would have to be sliced before it went into the freezer. It seemed very complicated to explain, and i felt nervous about it.

12012 September 15

I moved around the large kitchen, which seemed to be the kitchen in $P19. A large event had just ended, and people were moving around the area. A large metal table filled the center of the room, and i was standing on the western side of it. I walked around the southern side of it, ending up on the eastern side of the room. Several people were still standing to the west of the table, talking about the even. I looked around the counters on the eastern side of the room. I wanted to find something to eat, but i felt uncomfortable scrounging for food with the others in the room. I did not want them to think that i was getting a free meal from what was left over from dinner. I spoke to the people on the western side of the room as i looked over the clutter on the table to the north of me. Some of the people started to leave, and i talked about the food with the others. I moved to the north, looking at the food trays on the shelfs of the eastern wall. The shelf was at my eye level and ran over the top of the metal table that was against the eastern wall. The table seemed to be crowded with food, and aluminium trays of food lined the shelf. The shelf was tipped forward slightly so that i could see into the tops of the trays. The trays were filled with meat that was left over from dinner. I reached up to one of the trays on the northern end of the shelf and looked through the meat in it. A white-handled pizza slicer was in the tray. I thought that it would be used to cut some of the meat from the bone. Most of the meat already seemed to be sliced, though. The meat looked like pork, which did not interest me. I then felt uncomfortable picking through the meat while the others were in the kitchen, so i said that i was trying to keep the meat together in the trays. I pulled the aluminium foil back down over the tray and turned to the east. I started talking to the others as we walked out of the room, heading to the west, across the large dining room. I suddenly remembered that i should get out my box of shirts for this even to sell them. I should have been selling them earlier. As we crossed the lawn to the east of the building, i could still see a few people gathered here and there. Several people were sitting on the wood rail fence that ran along the western side of the lawn. Several others were standing in the street just beyond the fence. It was dark out now, but i could still see the dark figures of the people. I yelled out “Haberdashery!” as i walked toward the opening in the fence, which was just to the northwest of me. $Z was walking with me. People turned to look at me. I was calling out the word as if i were a hawker. I was trying to be funny, but i also wanted people to know that i had things to sell for the event. I looked at some of the people as i walked through the opening in the fence, noticing that many of the people here were not from $G4, so they would not know about the event that we had just finished. I talked to $Z as i walked to my car, heading down the darkened street to the west. The streetlights were hidden behind the thick growth of the trees that lined the streets. My car was parked on the northern side of the street. I stopped on the eastern side of it and opened up the trunk. It seemed very dark out, and i glanced to the northwest. The lawn beyond the row of trees sloped up steeply to the top of a short hill, which was about two or three meters high. I pulled one of the cardboard boxes from my trunk, explaining to $Z, who was to the north of me, what the term “haberdashery” meant. I remembered someone telling me that it had to do with cigars. I tried to remember who had said that, and i decided that it was probably my grandfather. I opened my truck, pulled the large box out, and dropped it on the ground behind the car. I was then aware of a blue flashing light to the north, just over the edge of the hill. A police car had come on the road just to the north of us. I thought that the police had come here because of the event that we had. Someone must have reported us for making too much noise. I felt annoyed by this, but was glad that the event was over and that many people had already left. I was still holding the large box in my hand, but i bent over to drop it on the ground. As i stood back up, i was aware of a police officer standing to the north of me. I could only see the silhouette of an officer standing with her hands on her hips, about halfway up the hill from where we were. I closed my trunk and asked the officer a question, but she did not respond. I felt a little nervous, and wondered suddenly if she would suspect me of having something illicit in the box that i had taken out of my trunk. I looked back to the north, but i could no longer see the officer. Something was blocking my vision. I felt annoyed by this and told $Z that something was in the way. It seemed lightly colored. $Z moved to me and helped me get the object off of my head. The officer was no longer to the north of me, and i felt that something was wrong here. I was now in the room on the western side of the old building. The walls were made of old brick, and they curved at the corners. A large wooden table filled the center of the room, and several people were sitting around it. This seemed to be the entryway of an old historical building. A male police officer opened the thick old arched wooden door in the center of the western wall and entered the building. He asked about the white marks on the ground outside. I knew that they were trail marks from the run we had earlier. Before i could answer him, though, he said that the federal inspectors were here. I worried that they had thought that the flour we had used to mark trail was actually a dangerous substance. I felt annoyed, and i asked the officer who on the police force had reported the incident to the federal officials. The police office looked at me. He wore a dark-blue uniform and had curly light-brown hair. The officer asked if someone should report it, and then said that no one had. I told him that we had talked to the police from time to time in the past for our runs, and i said that we had always let them know that we were marking trail with flour. I felt that the officers in the force should have known better than to call the federal disaster officials before contacting us. The officer did not seem to know about our runs. I felt annoyed and thought that i should put the boxes back into my car. A man then opened the door from the outside, pulling the door to the west and swinging it to the north. He announced the man entering as the mayor. I remembered the mayors name, thinking that the was $A628, but the name that the man mentioned was not $A628’s. This seemed strange. A man entered the room and headed east, along the southern side of the table. The man at the door then said that the historian was entering the building. We had rented this old historic building from the historical society to use for our running event. A group of three or four people entered the door and crossed the room to the east. They were all dressed in business suits. I watched them walk past me and into the next room to the east. I knew that most of the event was over, so i knew that there was nothing too bad happening in the main hall to the east. I then remembered that $A636 was standing by the fence, and that he had a large plastic cup of beer in his hand. This might look bad, but then i thought that not too many people had beer, and $A636 was over the legal age for drinking. The people who had come should find nothing disturbing in the east. I was still annoyed that they had come into the event unannounced. I turned to the east, remembering that $F58 and $F57 had already left the event to do something, so i was one of the few managers left here. I would have to go to the east to talk to the men who had come. I did not want to deal with them, but decided that i would have to.

12012 September 16

The people on the northern side of the room were talking, and i was chatting with them. I stood on the southern side of the living room area. The walls were off-white, and a doorway seemed to be in the southern wall, just to the south of me. A short half-wall was just to the west of where i was. The people to the north mentioned martial arts, and i said that i should remember some of the moves. I moved into the center of the room as i spoke, heading to the northeast. $A278 stood to the north of me, and she wanted me to demonstrate a move. She jabbed at me, and i pushed her hands aside with my right arm. I was aware that $A253 was to the north of us, watching. I tried to remember the block from martial arts. At first, $A278 was on the ground in front of me, but i told her that this would be grappling, which was not what she had been talking about before. She talked about the attack that she was trying to perform as she was standing to the northeast of me. I tried to remember how to block the attack. We then started talking about the moves as we stood near the northern side of the room. I looked to the east, where a man was standing across a counter from me. The others were in a short hallway that exited the room through the center of the northern wall. The counter extended south from the northern wall, over the top of a short wall that was just to the east of the hallway. A man stood on the eastern side of the counter, holding a drink in his right hand, and another man was sitting on the southern end of the counter, to the southeast of me. The man on the east asked a question, but stammered. He referred to himself in the question, but did not complete the sentence. I quickly answered by saying “stuttering”. Both of the men laughed at the joke. I then clarified that i should have said “stammering”, because the man was not actually stuttering. I chatted with the man for a moment more. I felt interested in him. We had stayed in this house, and i sayed that he had sleeped in the corner bedroom when everyone was at my house. He paused for a moment, trying to remember. I pictured the flat house. I was standing in the northwestern part of the house. The main room seemed to be on the eastern side of the single-level house, which i could see as a 3-D relief floor plan, rendered in dark gray. I was in a corridor that ran from the main area of the house to the west. A bathroom seemed to be on the northern side of the corridor, at the beginning of the corridor, and two or three bedrooms seemed to be on the southern side. A bedroom also seemed to be in the northwestern corner of the building, on the northern side of the hall. I was trying to tell the man that i remembered him staying in the bedroom in the southwestern corner of the house, but i was not sure that he had understood. This bedroom seemed to be my bedroom, but i had let the man stay there because there were so many other people staying in the house. I described the bedroom as a corner bedroom to the man, but then i realized that a bedroom was also in the northwestern and southeastern corners of the house.

12012 September 17

I was walking across the large open area near the cinemas in the mall. I seemed to be heading down the corridors, trying to get out of the building. I walked to the south and then turned to the east, heading down a set of white stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, i turned to the north to continued down another set. I thought that i would have to get to the ground floor of the mall. I turned to the west at the bottom of the stairs, but found myself walking into a cinema. The walls here were dark, and the corridors seemed narrower. I realized that i had actually come into the theater, and i thought that it was very strange that i had entered the cinema without being asked for a ticket. I must have come in the back way. For a moment, i thought about stopping to see the movie here, but then i thought that i really was not interested. I crossed the eastern side of the theater, heading down the stairs of the audience, heading south. I could see a second door near the bottom of the cinema, and i thought that this one exited the building. It seemed like a fire exit. The door was in the southern end of the eastern wall. I pushed through the door and headed east, but found myself in another theater. This cinema was smaller than the first, and the crowd was just gathering here for a show. I was annoyed that i had not exited the building, but i now wondered if i should watch this show. The audience was heading to their seats. I stopped for a moment on the northwestern side of the theater. I wanted to see what the movie was. I looked up at the small blank silver screen, which was very high in the center of the eastern wall. Protrusions to the north and south of the screen stuck out from the eastern wall. They seemed like sound booths. I wanted to ask the people gathering what the movie was, but i thought that i probably should not. It would let them know that i had wandered into this movie without a ticket. The lights in the theater then dimmed and turned off. I decided to sit in one of the chairs at the back of the cinema, to the south of me. The chair was to the west of an aisle, which seemed to arch around the western side of the theater. As i sat down, a woman came from the south, walking down the aisle. She asked the people in the audience to get ready for the show. I realized that this must be a special kind of movie. I looked around at the people here. They were all very young. I suddenly realized that this might be a special show for high-school people. I started to feel out of place. I was much older, and someone would probably realize that. The young woman who was sitting to the south of me started talking to me. She said something about the movie, but i was aware that she was actually interested in me. I felt a little uncomfortable about this. She should be able to tell that i was much older that she, and it seemed strange that she would be interested in me. She told me that the show was great, and said a few other things about it. I did not want to comment on the show because i did not know what it was. I did not want to ask her, because that would let her know that i did not belong here. The woman who had been walking down the aisles was now to the northeast of us, and she instructed some other people in the audience to be quiet. I felt a little relieved because the woman to the south of me had seen this, and it would be a reason for me not to talk to her. I decided to get away from the young woman, so i stood up and walked to the south, around the southern side of the cinema. I had been on the northern side of the back of the theater, and now i was heading to the southern side. I sat in a seat in the back row. I then realized that i knew the people in the back row near me. They seemed to be from $G4. A woman was sitting to the north of me in a small section of chairs, which seemed to be in a separate section from the main part of the back row. A small aisle separated us. I then noticed some new people coming into the theater to the east of me. I recognized the woman in the crowd. She was with $G4, and she was talking very loudly as she entered. I felt a little embarrassed, and i hoped that they did not notice me here. She moved to the east of me, and she was wearing bright-pink clothing. I tried to be quiet as the show started, hoping that that the woman would not draw too much attention to our area. I did not want the ushers asking for my ticket. The woman in the pink was still talking, though, and she told the people with her that the show would be good. I then realized that i could hear singing. The screen high on the wall was still blank, and i realized that this was not actually a movie. I leaned forward a little, noticing that i was sitting at the edge of a balcony or other drop-off. I could see a small group of people singing on a stage below. They were dancing in formation as they sang, sweeping the floor with old wicker brooms. A young boy was in the center of the group, and he seemed to be the central character of the story. Their clothing seemed rustic, and i thought that this play might have a witch theme similar to the plays on Broadway. I watched for a few more seconds, interested in the show. I did not know what it was, though, and i was trying to figure it out. It seemed very interesting, but i did not know what it was.

12012 September 19

I was talking to a few people as i stood on the southern side of the room, which seemed to be at $P19. The room was large and seemed rather nice. I did not recognize it, though, and i realized that this house had been changed quite a bit since i had lived here. I talked to the people around me about the changes as i cleaned up a few things from the floor to the southeast of me, near the eastern wall. People were still working on the house, and i was cleaning up some of the construction equipment. I did not live here, but i was helping with the construction. I looked around the room to the north of me. It seemed bare of furnishings, but something was on the western wall of the room. It seemed like doorways, but also seemed like toilet stalls. They must have transformed the plant room into a small lavatory. $A45 was standing near the northwestern corner of the room, and he said something to me about the design. He was surprised to see it as well. I mentioned the toilet stalls as i moved to the north with the other person. The other person was $A590. I glanced to the south as i talked about the room, excited to see the changes to the house. I noticed that the room to the south of me had been much larger than i had originally noticed. I mentioned this to $A590, and he smiled in reply. The wooden floor of the room seemed nicely polished, and the room seemed very spacious. I realized that the room was much larger than the old room that was here, and i told $A590 that walls had been taken out to merge several rooms. I told him that the living room, pool room, and sun porch to the west had been merged into a single room. As i said this, i realized that the interior walls that had been removed would have been support walls, and would have been necessary to hold up the upper floors of the house. I wondered how the ceiling was being supported. I looked up, noticing a heavy iron beam overhead. The beam was running east to west across the room, and i thought that it must have been put in to hold up the floors. It seemed strangely out of place, but the larger room here did look very nice. I walked to the southeast, toward the dining room as i talked to some of the other people here.

12012 September 20

I talked to the other person about the two magazines that were to the north of me, on the low table. These magazines were newly created, and we were reviewing them for publication. One of the magazines was called Discover, and the other had another title that i recognized. I knew that we would not be able to publish the magazines with these names because the names were already in use by other magazines. I then thought that we could combine the names of the magazine, calling the new magazine a name that started with “Discover”. I chatted about this idea with the other person, who was in the back of the large truck with me. We were driving over the rugged terrain. The scene had changed now, and i felt that we were actually in danger. The Nazis were shooting at people randomly. We were sitting it he back of a dark pick-up truck, and the Nazis were shooting at us as we passed through the jungle-like area. I knew that someone in the back of the truck had been hit by the gunfire, and i worried that we would be shot next. We fled to the east, driving down the dirt road on the southern edge of the jungle vegetation. One of the people in the back of the truck jumped over the southern side of the truck, trying to get out of the gunfire. He seemed to fall over the edge of a cliff, which was just to the south of the road, but i thought that he was probably able to escape the gunfire by falling into the water bellow. I looked down the steep cliff to the south to see the man swimming toward the cliff. The river seemed to be quite a way down. This did not seem like a very good plot. I thought that the man could have done something more interesting, and i thought about the situations that could happen. I then wondered how one could jump over the cliff. The man was on the truck with me again, because i was running the scene over, but i also realized that the was in the water below. I could see them an in the truck, but i could also catch glimpses of him swimming in the water below. I ran to the east, jumping over the edge of the cliff. I realized that there was no water below me, though, so i slided down the side of the cliff and hid just over the edge. I reached up and touched the overhanging rock above me. It would hide me from the people at the top of the cliff. As i looked up, i realized that i was actually hiding under a bridge. I was standing on a thin ledge that protruded from the smooth white cliff under the bridge. The cliff was smooth enough that it seemed like a wall. I pressed myself against the wall, thinking that the Nazis would drive over the bridge. I hoped that they would not see me as they drove. I then imagined the commander walking along the bridge above me. I looked down the length of the narrow foot bridge, seeing that it crossed the high room to the eastern wall. The bridge merged with a balcony that ran along the white eastern wall of the room. The bridge still seemed to cross a deep chasm. The balcony on the eastern wall ran to the north, and i realized that the Nazis would be able to see me under the bridge from the balcony. The balcony had black cast-iron railings. I would have to get out of here before the Nazis started walking to the north on the balcony. I thought that i could jump into the water to escape. I looked down to the south of me, seeing the water far below. I leaned to the southeast, onto the round table. The table seemed very tall. It also seemed to be the top of a tall rock spire that stretched up from the water. I stepped onto the table, realizing that i was now across the narrow water channel. I was actually standing on the counter top of a small kitchen area. The kitchen had dark counters, and it seemed very clean and new. Nothing seemed to be on the bare counters. I was standing on the northern counter, looking across the kitchen floor, which still seemed like water. I would have to jump across the kitchen to get to the counters to the south. I had steeped across the water to a round table that seemed to be in the center of the kitchen. I was then aware of a young girl leaning against the northern side of the round table, to the west of me. The girl was not touching the floor with here feet, and seemed to have mimicked what i was doing by climbing from counter to counter. She had watched me climb across the kitchen from the north. The girl’s mother then entered the kitchen from the southwest and started talking to me. I felt suddenly nervous. I did not want her to know that i had been jumping across the kitchen on the countertops. If she thought that i did not belong here, she might alert the others that i was here, and they would come to capture me. When she reached the western side of the table, she picked up the girl from counter and put her down on the floor. She probably thought that it was unsafe for the girl to be climbing on the counters. I spoke to the woman, trying to act casually. I looked around at the bare black counters that were in the kitchen, and i explained something to the mother. I had to make her think that i belonged here. I then turned to the north to put my glass down on the counter. I had a glass of water in my hand. I then realized that my glass was already on the counter to the northeast of me. The counter to the northeast extended to the south from the northern counter, and it was surfaced with polished wood. I realized that i should not have a water glass on the wood surface, so i picked it up and wiped off the dew from the wood with the sleeve of my shirt. I found a worn tan woven coaster to the northeast on the counter, and i put it down where my glass had been. i then turned to the east and started talking to the woman again. We seemed to have an interesting conversation.

I was in the rustic room of the cabin, and $A14 was with me. I was working on something that had to do with publishing a book. The walls of the cabin were wood. It was raining outside. I was sitting on the western side of the room, and i noticed that the rain water seemed to be splattering on the table near me. I thought that the rain must be coming in through the screen windows to the west of me. I looked at the windows, but could not tell for sure whether the rain was coming in there. I then thought that the ceiling could be dripping. I looked down at the book that was on the table in front of me. The papers were wet, and i was annoyed that the rain had splattered on them. I had to get out of the rain, so i carried the books to the east, across the room. I thought that i would have to tell $A14 that the roof of the cabin was dripping. As i crossed the room, i dropped some of the papers on the ground. I had only grabbed the top part of the stack that i was carrying, so the lower papers had slipped out. Annoyed, i stopped to pick them up. I felt stressed, and i took the papers into the next cabin to the south. I told $A14 that the ceiling in the large cabin was dripping, so i would have to leave this building. I headed to the south into the room, and then turned west toward the wooden desk against the wall. I put the papers down on the desk. I felt very frustrated as i started separating the plastic plates so that i could get the book back into order. I read the numbers on the edges of the plates, realizing that they had gotten out of order when i dropped them. I decided that i would have to spread them out on the desk. I felt annoyed, and i realized that $A14 had not responded to me. I wanted his attention so that he could do something about the water. I headed to the eastern side of the cabin room, but then turned back to look at the plates on the desk. I thought that i would get the woman’s help to separate the plates. They had gotten wet from the rain water, and they were now starting to stick together. I felt very agitated as i continued to the east, heading into the larger room. I started to think about what i should do as i walked. The woman was to the north of me in the larger room, and she complained about being ordered around. I suddenly remembered a song, which i thought would be a good reply to the woman, but i then could not remember it. I tried to think about it, but i could not remember what i had thought. I then realized that it was now too late to use the song as a reply. I knew that it was a song from the fifties. I started singing “Respect”, but then i thought that the woman should not recognize the song. The two women to the north of me started chatting. They did not understand the song. I thought about the music. It seemed strangely out of place. I realized that i could sing so many songs that were out of time here, and these people would not know them. I was somehow out of my time line, so the songs had not occurred here. I wondered why this had happened. I headed back to the west, to the desk. I then noticed the Walkman on the desk. It seemed to have a radio in it, and it was turned on. A small light was glowing on the front. I turned it off, thinking that it would only play the modern music from my time, but that was not the kind of music that they had here. I felt nervous about my shift in realities, and i did not want them to know that i had come from someplace else. A man then came from the east and started searching through the things on my desk. He was a security guard, and i felt that something must be wrong for him to be searching here. I felt nervous around him, so i headed back to the east, looking at the blue eyeglass rims that were in my hand. I thought that they went to the Walkman. I then thought that the Walkman would have recorded music on it. I could not let the security guard find it. I wondered where it had gone. I looked around the room, noticing the white Walkman on the desk to the east. I moved toward it while the security man was to the east of me. I picked up the round white plastic thing from the desk. This was the Walkman. A blue light on the front of it was glowing as i put the blue rims around it. The rim around the light was missing, so the light could not actually be focused. I tried to conceal the Walkman as i headed to the east, where the others were standing. The security guards were searching all of the desks, so the people had to stand on the eastern side of the room. I felt very nervous here, and everyone seemed rather tense about the search.

12012 September 21

I had been traveling with my parents, and we had been looking for Lafayette College. I sat on the southern side of the round table in the restaurant, near the western wall. The northern and western walls of the modern restaurant were glass, and i could see the valley between the green rounded hills to the northwest of us. My parents were on the eastern and northeastern sides of the table. I stared out the window, trying to think about where Lafayette College was located. I could not quite picture it. I knew that it was on River Street, but i was not sure in which town that was located. The land around us seemed to be Pennsylvania, and the valley opened up to the north. I thought that Lafayette could not be too far to the north of us, because i knew that it was in a flat valley, and the mountains got too steep far to the north. We had been following the winding river to the north, and it ran through the center of the valley where we were. I could not see it, but i knew that it was at the bottom of the hill to the west of us. The restaurant we were on was on the eastern hill of the valley, with a large parking lot to the west of it. The parking lot seemed very large for the size of the restaurant. The river we had been following seemed like the Mississippi, but it wandered through the old rounded hills here. I wondered where the college would be as i stood up from the table. We were ready to leave this place. I then noticed the large crest near the hotel to the north of us. The crest was part of a sign advertising the building. We headed out of the restaurant to the west, but i looked at the brown building on the eastern hill, to the north of us. It was separated from us by a shallow gully. I realized that the crest was the crest for Lafayette College. The large building must be one of the university buildings. I could see a name on the building in large white letters. I told my parents that the buildings to the north of us were actually the college that we were looking for. I explained that the main road, which was at the bottom of the hill, at the edge of the parking lot to the west of us, was probably River Road. The river must be at the bottom of the hill, and the road ran north to south along it. I explained this to the others with me as we neared the traffic light at the entrance to the large parking lot. I noticed the green street sign on the northeastern corner of the intersection. It said that this was River Road. I pointed out the buildings of the college to my father as he drove the car north on the main road. It was dark outside now, and i walked a little way to the north, across the small grassy park. My mother was with me, to the northeast of me. I was telling her about the place that we were heading to. A wooden hexagonal picnic table was in the center of the grassy park, and we were walking toward it from the south. Several cars seemed to be parked along the southern side of the park, facing south. A set of railroad tracks ran in front of the cars, separating the park from the rest of the city. This seemed to be an older section of the small town, and the main part of town was to the southwest of us. I could see the old brick building to the west, along the street that ran along the western side of the park. A large white car then backed out of a parking spot from the south. It seemed to be moving rather quickly, and i realized that it was not going to stop for the people in the way. I felt cautious of the car, and i backed away, heading toward the cluster of large trees that were growing in the northern side of the park. The car backed into the picnic table, hitting it roughly. My mother ran out of the way too, but i did not see where she had gone. I watched the red tail lights of the large car, which seemed to be an american car from the seventies. The car suddenly pulled forward and drove away to the southwest. I felt annoyed by the driver, thinking that he was reckless. I walked toward the picnic table, looking around for my mother. She had run to the trees to the south. I called her and she came out. The thick wood of the picnic table had been broken, and a large crack ran through the bench and the southwestern part of the table. It seemed very strange that the driver had not stopped to see what damage he or she had caused. I told my mother that we should walk back to the center of town, where the festival was. It would be safer there. I worried that the car might actually come back. We headed to the south, but ended up walking to the west, toward the street on the western side of the park. We crossed the street. It was dark now, and it seemed to be getting cold. As we reached the sidewalk on the western side of the street, i pointed out some musicians to the north of us. They were walking to the east, toward the park where we had been. The street we were on now seemed to be following a small river channel, which ran north to south through the city. We were walking an a sidewalk on the western side of the water. Several arched cement bridges seemed to cross over the water. My mother then noticed a man to the west of us, down a short wide alley that let to the next street to the west. The other street was very close to us here, and seemed to head off to the west-southwest. My mother seemed to know the man, who had a guitar case in his hand, and she wanted to talk to him. I followed her to the west a bit. I realized that we were now back in the main section of town. The river walk was near us, and these streets and alley were part of a pedestrian walkway along the river, where the shops were. Two men approached us from the west. Both of them seemed to be musicians, and both were carrying instrument cases. One of the instrument cases seemed to be a bass cello. My mother shook the hand of the tall man with the smaller instrument. He was east asian, with a tall thin body and short black hair. My mother shook his hand and tried to kiss him hello. He seemed surprised by this, as though he did not recognize her. I shook the hand of the bass player, who wore a black long wool coat. I looked at the east-asian man. He had an oval face and seemed rather plain. I then realized that the bass player was shaking my hand with a special handshake. I turned my attention back to him, thinking that he must be with $G4. I did not recognize him, and i told him so. I then asked his name as he greeted me with a smile.

12012 September 22

I headed to the north, exiting the large modern metal and cement station. It was dark, but the streets of the city were well lighted. A highway seemed to run to the north of us, and the area seemed very open, with few tall buildings. I headed down the road to the east, but i was aware of a man who had followed me out of the station. I felt weary of him, and thought that he might be stalking me. I continued down the road to the east, but noticed that the man was not behind me anymore. He must have turned and headed somewhere else. The sidewalk that i was on ran along a tall chain-link fence, which separated it from an open area to the south. Ahead of me, a metal and clear plastic corridor covered the sidewalk. The sidewalk would be contained as it ran along the northern side of the large building. The building seemed like a bowling alley. I did not want to walk through the corridor because i felt that anyone following me might trap me there. Instead, i jumped up to the roof on the lower end of the corridor and walked along the roof. I hurried to the east, trying to get to the other end of the building before anyone noticed i was walking on the building. I did not want to get in trouble. As i hurried over the top of the corridor, i noticed that it arched up in the center, with shallow steps where different levels of the arched roof rose. Tall narrow windows on the main building to the south of me were illuminated from within. I knew that i was in the light of the corridor below, so the people in the building might be able to see me walking along the roof. I felt nervous about this, thinking that they might come out of the building to confront me. I hurried to the east, down the other side of the corridor. at the end of the roof, i jumped back down to the sidewalk and stated walking casually to the east. Someone came out of the building to the west of me. I turned to look at them as they looked around with annoyed expressions on their faces. I pretended not to know what they were concerned about. I turned to the north, crossing the street. A side road seemed to lead up to the highway to the north, and i was now walking on the sidewalk to the east of the street. I passed through an opening in the tall chain-link fence that ran along the northern side of the main road, and started up the path, which ran up the shallow slope to the north, toward the elevated road. I came into an area where buildings were close to the street. Some of them seemed tall, though they were not skyscrapers. As i hurried along the eastern side of the street, i heard a strange noise above me. It sounded like something decelerating. I looked up to see several large bags being lowered by a crane from the roof of a building. The crane extended to the west, from the top of the building to the east, and the bags had stopped just above the Eskimo man, who was on the sidewalk to the north of me. The man did not seem to notice. I felt shocked and worried, thinking that the blue bundles had almost crushed the man. The man continued toward me, heading to the south. As soon as he was out from under the bags, the large blue bundles dropped to the ground behind him. I felt very nervous about the crane. I then noticed several other bundles being lowered by the crane. They started to open up, and hay bales fell out of them. The people operating the crane were not being careful, and it was too dangerous to walk around this area of the city. I felt uneasy and unsafe here. I then noticed the large yellow crane from the southwest of us. We would have to get past it to leave the area. The crane zoomed in a wide circle to the southwest and then to the north. This place was not safe, and i knew that we had to get out. There was another vehicle near us, but we hurried to the southwest to get away while the crane was turned to the north.

I had just tried some of the ice cream in the bowl, but i did not think that it tasted too good. I was in the large darkened room with some of my relatives. We were sitting at a black table. The walls of the room also seemed to be black, but lights from what appeared to be arcade games flashed from various places. I looked at the machines to the north of me. They were ice-cream machines. I thought that i should try another flavor of ice cream, but i as not sure what i should try. The vanilla custard machine had a yellowish-white custard dripping from the tap. It did not look good to me, so i looked to the west a little, at some of the other machines. The person who was with me walked off to the east. Disappointed with the machines, i turned to the east to follow them. The room to the east was very large, and i realized that ice-cream machines were all around the area. The room had dark walls, and it was large and round. The center of the room was recessed, and was round itself. Several machines seemed to be around the edges of the recessed area. I walked around northern side of the room, following the other person to the east. As we walked, i saw the hot-fudge machine to the north. I started to look around at the other machines, realizing that they had all flavors of ice cream here in the room. We walked the circumference of the room and started back to the east. The machines around the center of the room were facing out toward the upper part of the room, and i noticed that i could make many different types of sundaes here. On the south wall to the southeast of me was a white machine. It had a price on it that said i could get blueberry syrup for six cents. This seemed very inexpensive, but then i realized that it was only a machine of syrup. It did not have ice cream in it. Everything here must be a la carte; i would have to pay for the ice cream and then for the syrup to put on it for a sundae. I paused in front of the machine, wondering what i should do. I was aware that my family was still sitting at the table to the northeast of me. $K1 and my grandmother seemed to be with them. I hesitated, wondering what i should do. I looked to the east again at some of the other machines. I then realized that a corridor ran between some of the machines near the center of the room. The corridor seemed to go under the center of the room. I thought that ice cream would be exchanged in the corridor, and i could see several people walking from the room into the corridor. I walked around the table where my relatives were, stopping on the northern side. My mother was doing something with the restaurant bill. She stood up from the table and headed to the east, through one of the corridors as she followed the female waiter. I continued to the west, where a counter ran along the western wall. I had utensils from my mother. She was exchanging them because one had broken. I had come to the counter to get a new one. I only had the handle of the old utensil, and i would have to hand it to someone on the northern side of the counter. The people working there seemed rather busy, and did not notice me right away. I thought that they would attach the utensil to the square handle. I waited for them to wait on me, aware that my mother was still somewhere to the east. I looked down at the utensils in my hand, noticing that i had three of them. I was still waiting for one of them to be returned from the person behind the counter. I would have to get all three. I then started to feel confused, not sure which one i was waiting for. Two of the utensils in my hand had metal heads on them, but the third did not, and i could not remember which head should be attached. I then noticed the red numbers on the black handles. The numbers indicated which utensil should be attached to the handle. I should tell the person at the counter this. When i looked at them, though, i noticed that they had already attached a small spade with teeth along the front edge. I was not sure that this was the correct attachment, but i thought that it might be the one that my mother had ordered. I took the tool from the woman and carried it back to the east. My mother had come out of the corridor, and she asked about the tools. I handed all three utensils to her. They looked like a small spade, a rake, and something with a zigzag metal top. She looked at them for a moment as if they confused her, but then she nodded, remembering them.

12012 September 23

I was being held in the small hotel room, which seemed to be in Russia. The officials were holding me here, and i was upset and nervous. They were keeping me here because they suspected me of doing something. I tried to talk to them, but i felt frustrated. I started wandering through the lobby of the hotel, heading to the east. The front counter was on the southern side of the large room. The walls of the room were white and seemed to be trimmed with a gold-colored metal. I was not sure what i should do here. I did not know the language well enough, so no one really understood me. I headed back to my room. The room was small and dimly lighted. A counter ran along the eastern wall of the room, and my bags were sitting on it. I wanted to take them and leave, but i was not sure that i should. I did not know whether the officials would let me leave this place, and i felt very uncomfortable here. I started pacing the room. I then thought that they should not know that i am homosexual. They are very bigoted, and they would never let me leave this place if they knew.

I headed down the road to the west, looking at the old buildings around me. The brick and stone houses looked victorian, and were nicely kept. Several of them had large black letters on them, and i realized that they might be fraternities or sororities. I was interested in the buildings, but it seemed like a very strange place for them. This was a shopping area. Most of the storefronts here had been converted into cafes and boutiques. I noticed the cafe on the southern side of the road, to the south of me. Black round metal tables were set up outside on the sidewalk, and a woman was sitting on the northwestern side of one of the tables. I continued down the road, noticing the large houses to the north. I had just seen an interesting victorian house, but i could not see it again. I wondered where it was. It had looked like an old gray stone school building. I then spotted it farther down the street to the west, on the northern side of the road. Another building was blocking it from the angle i was now viewing it. I watched it as i walked down the street. This area still seemed very strange to me. I turned to the south and walked into the old school building. $Z was with me, and we chatted as i walked into the large stone building. I was visiting this place, which seemed like a college or preparatory school. Students were moving through the hallways as we continued to the south. I passed them, thinking about the things to the west. The hallway widened to the south of us. When i reached the widened area, i turned to the east, heading into an office. I had come here to meet people. I started talking to the woman. She was following me as i walked into the office. She was studying photography and had liked some of the pictures i had taken. She was doing an internship here, and was studying my work at the moment. I continued to the east, into the professor’s office. I thought that the woman was here for work, but i was here to talk to the professor. The woman crossed the room and sat in a wooden chair that was against the eastern wall. I then realized that i would have to take notes for my meeting. A woman was sitting at a desk on the southern side of the room, and i asked her for a pencil. She pulled a pen from the vending machine that was near the western wall. The vending machine was at the entrance of a narrow corridor that led to the west from the southern end of the western side of the room. I took the pen and walked back to sit down in one of the chairs from the waiting room. I paused as i moved away from the vending machines. I turned back to the west and took a piece of paper from the top of one of the vending machines. The paper was in a stack of forms. I read the top of the form, realizing that it was from Elmira College. I still needed something solid to write on. I then noticed several empty service boxes on the floor in front of the chairs that were on the southern wall. I grabbed one of the boxes and walked back to the eastern wall to sit down. i sad down to the south of the young woman who had followed me into the office. I talked to her for a moment. We were then to the north again, and we headed to the east, down a long corridor on the northern side of a brick building. I knew that this building was a dormitory, and that the woman lived in one of the rooms on the southern side of the corridor. The northern wall was thick, but it was an outside wall and seemed to have windows in it that looked out into the thin grassy yard outside. Several other people were with the woman now to the east of me. I was coming to see here. I then realized that i still had the Oreo cupcakes that she had brought in the large box. I looked down at the flat box in my hand, thinking that i could take the box back to $F45. He would like the cupcakes. I then thought that we really did not need them in the house. The woman had left the box in my bag, but i thought that i should not keep them. I should bring them back to her because i did not need them. I then realized that i was to the west of where i had been in the offices. It seemed strange that i had come here so quickly.

12012 September 24

I climbed out of the building through the small opening in the stone wall. The building was modern, but it was shaped like a pyramid with a wide flat top. The area around me was urban, and the building seemed to be apartments. The pyramid-shaped building seemed more secure, with steep sloping sides. It had a solid cement base so that people could not easily gain access to it. I knew that people were coming to invade the building, though. They seemed to be coming from the west, down the street that ran along the southern side of the building. They were upset at the people who lived here. I could hear them shouting from somewhere down the street. I thought that the rich people lived in the pyramid, and the crowd of poor people was coming after them. I then started to worry that the crowd might think that i lived in this house because i was climbing on one of the upper terraces. They might accuse me of being one of the rich people. I thought that i could tell them that i was just here, but i worried that they would not believe me. I wondered if they would throw me over the side of the building. I turned to the north, into the hallway. The hallway ran east to west. I knew that i could easily get out of this place. I thought that i had come here via a magic transport. I would simply be able to shift my position to get away from the crowd. I knew that they were coming into the building at the moment. I was in the stall in the bathroom, standing to the east of the urinal. A woman was standing in the stall to the north of me, and i noticed that no walls actually separated the stalls. I tried not to notice her as i urinated on the white tile floor near the wall. I thought about getting out of here. I thought that i could teleport anywhere, and this seemed to be a very exciting idea. I then realized that $F45 would be interested in what i could do. I would have tell him that i could only teleport from certain places, otherwise he might try to use my power for his own interests. I was still urinating when i felt my body jerk back suddenly. I was not cold, but my body reacted like i had shivered suddenly. I tried to act casually and pretend that nothing happened. I wondered if the young woman to the north of me noticed. Then i wondered if she would think it strange. I started to feel nervous here, so i backed out of the urinal and left the room. I came into the classroom, where i would be teaching the class. This was a science class. I entered the crass from the western side of the room. Black laboratory tables stood around the room, and students were sitting around them. I felt a little nervous here. I was not the regular teacher for this class. I was just visiting. The teacher was to the south of me, in the southwestern part of the room. He wanted me to interview one of the students as part of my teaching. I felt a little awkward, but said that i should ask the student a question. I felt awkward, but i said that i would ask a student a question, and i started to the east, across the room. The teacher pointed out a woman, who was sitting on the southern end of the eastern side of the table to the southeast of me. He suggested that i interview her, so i asked her about her exam. She did not seem happy about it, and she said that she was not doing well. I wondered how i could help as i paced up the aisle in the center of the classroom, heading north. I thought that i would quiz the students on the surface of a car. I could ask something about the aerodynamics and have them approximate an answer. I knew that it was a trick problem, though. There was no real answer to the problem, but i thought that it would teach the students to extrapolate by creating a problem to solve.

12012 September 25

I was driving my small car down the windy steep hill in the forested neighborhood. The land to the west of me seemed to drop off suddenly, and the road was heading down the steep hill between the high ground that i was on and the lower area. The houses here were all hidden among trees and green vegetation, and they seemed like the houses of wealthy people, even though they were smaller houses. Many of them were nice. I looked at several houses as i turned the car to the northwest to continued down the hill. The road was very narrow, and i thought that it might actually be a restricted road. I remembered driving on the road a while ago. I had gone down the hill and come out near the houses at the bottom, in the center of town. I turned to the west and drove over the narrow bridge. I was surprised to see that the bridge was no longer complete. Parts of the deck had been taken up. This road seemed to be in disrepair. I shifted the car to the north a little so that the tires stayed on the green girders below the deck. I felt very tense driving over it and hoped that i would not have to cross the bridge again. It seemed very dangerous. As i reached the other side, i saw two young women standing on the southern side of the road, just past the bridge. They had been walking up the road and seemed surprised that i had crossed the bridge. This road had not been used in a while, and i wondered if i was still supposed to be driving on it. I rounded a corner and headed north, around a small hill. The road started to go down again, and i thought that i had just been on this road before. I remembered that the road was not quite complete. The upper section of the road no longer met up with the lower section. I wondered what i would do. As the road turned back to the northeast, i saw that the house ahead had put up a small fence blocking the road. I had been traveling to the west again, and i stopped in front of the house, wondering what i should do. I did not want to travel all the way back up the hill and have to cross the dangerous bridge again. I felt annoyed. A large truck was pulled off to the side of the road to the north of me. The road curved to the northeast just in front of the truck, and the house with the fence was to the northeast. I looked at the gray pavement of the road, wondering what i should do. I felt upset that i would not be able to travel on the road like i had planned. Several people were now standing no the west of me, in the dirt pull-off on the side of the road. They were people who lived in this area. They told me that the road was very difficult to travel on. I felt upset and told them that i did not think that i could make it through the road ahead. I knew that it was not maintained like this part of the road, so it was more like driving on a jeep trail. One of the people said that he did not think that i would be able to make it through in my car. I saw another car turn around to the northeast of me and start driving back up the hill. A woman then told me that it was probably easier for me to travel back the way i came. I did not think that it would be easier to cross the bridge than to continue on the uneven road. I felt frustrated and contemplated what i should do. I knew that other cars were traveling down the road, but i also knew that they had four-wheel drive. A large utility truck then came from the south and passed us, continuing around the corner to the northeast and disappearing out of sight. I realized that the people must have cleared out their yard, which would allow cars to travel down the road safely. If the large truck could make it down the road, i should be able to do it. I started driving to the north again, breaking through the small picket-fence gate that crossed the road on the eastern end of the southern side of the yard. I wondered for a moment why the fence was still closed. The truck ahead of me must have passed through it. I continued down the eastern end of the yard, but then found myself heading through the living room of the small house. I was still riding my bicycle as i passed through the rooms of the house. I felt a little nervous about doing so, thinking that i might be trespassing. I tried to hurry so that i could get out of the house quickly, without being noticed. As i moved along the eastern side of the house, i found myself in a narrow corridor that seemed to run along the outside of the house. The dull-yellow wooden walls were run down, and the ground seemed to slope down to the north. Several things had been stacked in the hallway, and i had to squeeze through them to get past. I then came to a very narrow section, where a mattress had been set up to block the corridor. I would have to push the mattress aside to squeeze past. I noticed a siamese cat on the ground just to the west of me now. I realized that it was probably not allowed out of the house, so i should be careful not to let it through the small square hole it the mattresses that i was opening for myself. I pushed my way through the mattresses, heading to the northwest. A siamese cat was now sitting to the northeast of me, and i felt very annoyed with it. I did not want it to follow me through the hole. I squeezed through the area, but then realized that i might not have made it all the way through the area. I could not see because the tunnel here was dark, and i was not sure whether i had squeezed all the way through the small passage and come out the other side, or whether i was still in the small passage. I started to feel frustrated.

$F33 was in the northeastern corner of the large gymnasium as i approached him from the southwest. I thought that he was here to practice boxing. Several other people were there with him. I said hello as i approached him, but he did not seem to hear me. A wall ran across the center of the room, separating the room into a northern and southern section. The wall was directly to the west of us. The room i had cross to the south was rather large, but the room to the north was ever bigger. $F33 did not seem to know that i was here yet, and i knew that the other man, who was now standing in the group, was unaware that $F33 was here. It seemed strange, and i thought that the other man would be upset because he did not think that $F33 was here. I greeted $F33 again and started to chat with him, moving around with the small group of people. We started to head to the north, across the college campus. I had to get back to the place that i had been before. We crossed the eastern side of a quadrangle, following a road to the north. At the intersection of the road with another street, at the northeastern corner of the quad, we were on the western sidewalk of the road. I stopped at the intersection to wait for the light, thinking that we would have to turn to the east. A woman with us seemed hesitant to head east, saying something about crossing the street. I then realized that a corridor ran to the east on the northern side of the street. Instead of crossing the street, i headed down the corridor, which was made of old formed stone. Near the eastern end of the corridor, we seemed to come to a building, which seemed like $P37. The large heavy wooden door to the north of us was closed, and a chain was wrapped around the handles. We would not be able to go through it. Instead, i opened the metal double doors to the south, entering the building. I then headed east, down the long interior corridor. We were trying to continued through the building and come out on the eastern side. The corridor did not seem to go all the way through the building, though. I followed the corridor as it turned to the north, ending at a door. I realized that we would have to cross through the men’s locker room in order to get to the door on the eastern side of the building. I chatted with some of the people walking in our group, and i hoped that the women with us did not mind walking through the locker room for a moment. I told them that we would have to cross through the room, and i entered the locker room to see if anyone was in it. i stopped for a moment to listen to the room. I could hear someone somewhere to the west of me, but i could not quite see where the person was. I thought that we should be able to hurry through without getting seen. I then looked back to the south to tell the women to cross quickly, but they were no longer with me in the corridor. I wondered what had happened to them. I did not see them down the long corridor to the west, and i did not know where they had gone. I felt confused by this.

12012 September 26

I moved through the large stone corridors of the old building, which seemed almost like a castle. I knew that an air raid was coming, and we would have to hide somewhere. Something seemed out of place here, and i thought that we were not really who we should be. We had come to this place and were not in our regular bodies. Others ran down the corridor toward us from the east, saying that we should evacuate this place. They said that the Germans knew that we were here, and i realized that the person was telling us that the Germans knew that the two of us had come into this place from somewhere else. I thought that we must be out of our time line. We had slipped into this scene from somewhere in the past. Others to the southeast of us said that they could see the bursts from the bombs. I wondered where we could hide. I ran to the north with $Z, heading down the stairs. I came back to the south, leaving the stairwell and coming into a large open room, which looked like a laboratory. I tried to remember the history of this place, trying to remember what gets destroyed here. This place was an old monastery, and the people in this country were using it to hide their laboratories from the enemies. I knew that the building would get bombed, but i knew that not all of it would be destroyed. We would have to find a safe place to hide in. I thought that we should head to the center of the building, but i was not sure that this was the right thing to do. I felt very uncertain and did not know what we should do. I headed downstairs again and come to the south, into the large open laboratory room. This was a chemistry laboratory. A man was hurrying around near the tables of laboratory equipment, trying to do something. He told me that they had vaccines here for the diseases. I wondered if the vaccines would be destroyed in the bombings. I could not remember the history of this place. I was not sure what i should do, so i ran back up the stairs. We had to find a safe area. We came to the west, into the large room, which seemed like a library. I realized that the areas in the library were marked with green and red tags. The green tags must indicate the safe areas of the library. Someone knew which areas were going to get destroyed by the bombings. I started to the west. The eastern end of the room, where i was, was higher that the main floor of the room. A short set of steps ran down into the main room just to the west of me. The edges of the raised area were lined with shelfs of books. I looked out over the lower area, seeing people sitting in various places among the wooden shelfs. I noticed a couple sitting on a small stone bench to the west. The bench was now at the edge of the higher area that i was on, and the stairs ran down to the lower area on either side of the small rounded area where the bench was. I noticed a blue tag on the bench. It said to sit on the bench when the shaking started. I thought that this must be a safety thing. I was about to head to the northwest, down one set of stairs, toward the green area in the lower section of the room, but i heard the man call my name from the southeast. I stopped at the top of the stairs and looked back at him. He had come from a corridor that ran to the south, flush with the eastern wall of the room. He said that we would be leaving this place and that i should follow him. I felt annoyed, but i ran after him to the southeast. I wondered if we would be heading back to our time now.

$F45 and i crossed the outdoor area, which seemed like a camp. The small buildings around us were wooden, and several structures were set up across the open area. $F45 and i had just eaten, and we were crossing the plaza to get something. The area now seemed to be a plaza, with taller buildings on the edges of it. The modern pale building to the south was very plain, and we were heading to the western end of it. $F45 joked about getting food, even though we had just eaten. He said that we should get food from the Taco Tower. I remembered this place from before, and i thought that they had good ice cream. The Taco Tower was to the southwest of us, and i pictured it as a small food stand in the middle of the large plaza. As we headed to the south, i noticed that the land changed elevations. The southern end of the plaza was three or four meters below us, and a set of stairs or a slide ran to the south from where i was. As i reached the top of the structure, it seemed that several sets of playground equipment were around this area. I looked down the slide, but noticed that a darkly stained picnic table blocked the top. The ride was closed for the off season, so the table had been set up to discourage people from using it. I was not sure how else i could easily get down to the lower level of the plaza. Other children started go gather around the tall slide now. I looked over the edge to the south of me, seeing that boxes had been stacked around the bottom of the slide. It would be hard to use the slide. $F45 had already gone ahead of me, but i was not sure how he had made it to the lower area. I thought that he had probably gone down one of the closed rides. The children had gathered around the slide and started to watch some of them climb on it. Camp counselors came from the northeast, warning the children not to go down. I could see some children at the bottom already, though. I did not want to get involved with these people, so i continued to the southwest, across the parking lot. I thought that i would have to go down the hill on the western side of the plaza to get to the food place, which seemed to be to the south of the western end of the plaza, in another building. I could see the pale modern cement building to the south of me now, and i would have to head down the hill to the south to get to it. The hill sloped down steeply to the west, on the western side of the tall building, and to the west of the plaza. A long cement roof extended from the building, and square columns supported it on the corners. This seemed to be part of a parking garage, but i could not see any cars under it at the moment. As i walked under it, i realized that the ground was covered with water. I felt annoyed, thinking that the water did not have to be here. It could have flowed to the west and out of the parking lot, but it had been trapped here purposely. I headed to the southwest, through the center of the parking garage, but i soon realized that the water was rather deep. It was up to my waist now, and i felt annoyed. I did not want to get too wet. I turned back to the east to try to get out of the water on the higher land. Others were now swimming from the south, coming out of the tunnel in the building to the south of us. They were passing to the east of me, so i would have to wait for them to pass before i could continue to the east. I felt frustrated as i waited, treading water to stay afloat. I realized that i was still dressed. My pants would be wet, and so would my wallet. I was very annoyed by this. I walked up the steep slope to the east, not wanting to participate with the others as they swimmed in the water. I turned to the south and headed into the building. I passed down the long halls and came into a large dining room with a tall ceiling. I entered the room through a doorway in the western end of the northern wall. A man to the east of me talked about the food. He was serving steak to the people here. I looked at one of the trays that he was offering to the people at the round table to the south of him. The table had a white tablecloth over it. The steak on the white plate looked good, but i was still full from the meal that $F45 and i had eaten, so i did not want to eat. I stood at the northern end of the room, not quite sure what i should do. I started to feel out of place here.

12012 September 27

I had been sleeping in the office, and i was now walking to the south, down the white corridor. I had just started at this job, and i felt interested in this place, though i felt a little uneasy here. This office was in a new area, and it seemed to be very far away from the place that i had been familiar with. I had moved to this place to live while i worked at this job, and i did not feel happy at the moment. I was now lying on a fake-leather couch, which was against the eastern wall, in a wide alcove in the eastern wall. Office doors were on the northern and southern sides of the alcove. This job was not exactly what i had expected, and it made me feel uneasy and sad. The office door to the south of me then opened, and a man came out. I realized that people were still working in these offices. The employees here had to live in this place, which is what made me feel uncomfortable. I looked through the office door to the south. A man was moving around on the eastern end of the small office. A desk against the southern wall faced west, and divided the room in half. The man was naked, and he walked around to the east of the desk. He must have woken up and started working without putting any clothing on. I felt annoyed by this. They had been talking in the office, and i thought that this is what must have awakened me. Annoyed, i stood up and wandered around the office building. I had gone to the north a little and was now walking down the long corridor to the east. I knew that i had an apartment to the east, on the southern side of the hall. Someone was walking with me now, showing me around the building. We stopped just to the north of the living room, which was part of my apartment. The living room was to the south of the hallway, with no wall separating the living room from the hallway. The room was defined by the carpeting on the floor, which was different from the white tiles of the hallway. The room was oddly shaped, narrower on the eastern end than it was on the western end. The southern wall of the room, which was covered with a large glass window, seemed to slant, suggesting that the building was narrower on the eastern end. The room was about ten meters long, five meters wide at the western end, and only two or three meters long at the eastern end. I felt confused about this place, thinking that it was too exposed to the hallway to be an apartment. The man who had showed me the place moved to the east and pulled a curtain from the eastern wall. The curtain pulled across the northern side of the room, closing it off from the hallway. The curtain was doubled, with a darker curtain on the outside and a white curtain on the inside. The thin white curtain seemed to match the curtains that were hung over the windows of the southern wall. I felt uncertain as i looked out the windows to the south. We were in a tall building, and i could see out over the gray city below. It seemed like dusk outside, and the dim lights of the city glowed against the dull gray background. It seemed like a nice view of the city, and i thought that i must be fortunate to have an apartment with such a nice view. I looked a little to the southwest, seeing another tall tower near the one i was in. I could see the windows of other apartments in the other building. I felt a little comforted thinking about how nice this apartment was, but it was still an office, which made me feel confined. Something about this place seemed East Asian, and i wondered if it was somewhere in East Asia. I looked around the apartment now. A television room was set up on the western side of the area. The wide-screen television hung on the western wall, which seemed to be faced with fake brick. I tried to figure out the television by pressing several of the buttons on the controls. I then noticed that the brown couch was underneath the television, facing into the room. This seemed rather strange. None of the seats in the room were set up to face the television. The furnishings in the room were dark, in contrast to the white hall outside. I was then aware of a person watching me from the north, in the hallway. I tried to ignore the person as i looked around the room. I thought that i would have to rearrange the furniture in order to make the room more usable. As i moved into the center of the living-room area, i noticed a second television hanging on the southern wall, to the southeast of me, on the eastern side of the apartment area. A smaller brown couch was facing it. That would be better for watching television, but the larger area on the west would be better for company. I decided that i should move the furnishings anyway. I looked down at the television remote, which was in my left hand. I was playing with the buttons, trying to get it to work. I had turned the television on the western wall on. I then realized that i was now in a small living room area that was on the northern side of the corridor. The apartment i had been in was still on the southern side of the corridor, but this small sitting area was to the north. My apartment must have been divided into smaller sections by the corridor. I pressed a few buttons, but the television was not responding correctly. I then realized that the television was showing something, which seemed pornographic. Naked women were moving around on the screen, and the image was focusing on their bodies, showing close-ups of their breasts and nipples. I stared at the screen for a moment, noticing that their skin and nipples were strangely textured. They had small bumps, like chicken flesh, but the bumps were very sharp and contrasted against the skin. It seemed awkward, and i did not think that it would be attractive to everyone. I then realized that i should turn off the television before someone thinks that i was watching the pornography. I pressed several buttons on the remote, but i could not get the television to turn off. I started to feel annoyed and frustrated as i hurried to turn it off. Others came down the corridor from the east. I thought that they must think that i was watching pornography. I felt annoyed and continued to try to turn off the television, but the remote did not seem to be working. I finally left the television and wandered around the apartment. I was now on the southern side of the corridor again. A small kitchen area was on the southern wall, on the western side of the apartment. I wandered through it, but then thought that i should get some sleep. I felt tired. I looked out the window to the south again. It still seemed to be dusk outside, though i thought that it might also be just before dawn. It seemed to have been very late at night, and i thought that the light outside must be the sun coming up from the west. I felt good about this place as i looked at the city outside. It was someplace now, and that interested me. I then thought that i should probably eat something. I realized that it had been a while since i had gotten something to eat. Breakfast would not be for a while, and i thought that i would need something to eat before then. I thought that i could wander around in the shops on the lower levels of the building. They seemed to be southwest of me, somewhere down near the street. I headed to the southwest, along the southern wall of the room. A corridor ran from the southern end of the eastern wall, into the building. I knew that other rooms of the apartment were down here. I thought that my bedroom must be down here. I looked into the doorway on the northern side of the white corridor. It was not my bedroom. It was actually a large bathroom with black square tiles on the walls and floor. Several other people were in the bathroom, which seemed more like a shower room on the northern side. I must share this room with the rest of the people in the office. It was a central shower room. I then noticed the smell of chlorine in the air. I realized that there might be a pool to the southwest, down the corridor. I asked an east-asian man in the bathroom about the pool. He had a rounded face and bush dark hair. He did not answer, and i continued down the corridor to the southwest without waiting for an answer. I came into an area at the end of the corridor where a small pool was to the north. I asked a men in the corridor if it was a lap pool, but no one answered. I noticed a doorway in the eastern wall of the room, which seemed to lead to another pool area. I walked through the doorway to see if other pools were here. The second pool seemed just as small as the first. The first pool was to the northeast of me now, and the second was farther to the north. I was disappointed that they were not full lap pools. I turned back to the west and headed down the southern side of the first pool. I was now walking through the water, which was up to my waist. I walked down the lane of the pool, avoiding the swimmers who were coming from the west toward me.

I was in the room that was to the east of the office area. The other man with me was the man in charge of this place. I was new to this job, and i felt a little uneasy with this man. we moved around the area in the building, which was my apartment. The walls of the rooms were light gray, and everything seemed dull. A woman was with us, and she was to the east of us. She was doing something on the eastern side of the room. The man to the south of me talked about her. She was another employee here, and she seemed very excited about something as she moved things around on the gray metal desk that was against the eastern wall of the room. The man in the dark suit, who seemed to be the boss, said that she was going to law school. I thought that this was a good thing, but i still felt a little uneasy. Something about this place did not seem welcoming. I had come here to work, but i felt that this place was too strict and confining, and it made me uncomfortable. I thought that the older man was not so bad, but i still did not trust him completely. I would have to be careful around these people.

I headed to the south, down the country road. As i continued driving over the road, the area around us had become dirt. It seemed very strange. The land looked as though it had been stripped. I used to travel on this road to get to my parents’ house, so it should have been more familiar to me. I headed up the hill, noticing the strange gray rocks on the ground around me. The packed soil seemed to be covered with the oddly shaped gray stones. The hill to the west of us rose form the road, and it too seemed to be covered with the same gray stones. I could see a wide swath of land to the south of me, heading up the hill. I could no longer see the road, but the dirt was flat here, and i thought that this was where the road should have been. I looked closely at several of the small stones on the ground, noticing that they were long oval stones that seemed almost pointed on the ends. We continued up the steep hill to the south. I thought that we would have to cross over the crest of the hill to get to my parents’ house, which seemed to be to the south-southeast of us. I could see another road running almost parallel to us, just up the hill to the west. I knew that this road ran up to the top of the high rounded mountain to the west, which seemed to be Catskill Mountain. I told the man in the passenger’s seat this. I said that i could recognize that road by the power lines that crossed it. The tall wooden poles crossed the area just to the south of us, heading up the hill to the west. The wooden supports had three poles in a row to hold the three high-voltage wires. The other road would head around the eastern side of the steep slope to the west before heading up to the taller mountain beyond. I looked to the south again, wondering where the road was that we were supposed to be traveling. I continued to drive up the open area where i thought the road should be. I then wondered how i was able to drive on the stones. It seemed that the tires of the car would sink into the loose gravel stones. I told the other man that this wide area must be Route 86. I said that i was familiar with this road and that, looking at the surrounding features, i could tell that the road should be here somewhere. I said that the road must be closed over the mountain to the south of us because of the flooding. I looked up the bare slope to the south, noticing a swath of stones running from the west across the open area ahead of us. It seemed very strange, and i felt a little anxious, wondering what we should do. I looked around at the hills near us. I recognized a ridge to the west. It was a short hill with trees on it. I thought that this ridge should have been near the side of the road. I then noticed the dark utility poles running parallel to where we were. They ran along the outcropping at the bottom of the ridge. The road must be on the other side of the power lines, running along them. I had driven off the side of the road because i could not tell where the road had been. I told this to my father, who was talking to me through my cell phone. I told him where i was, and mentioned how strange it was that the road had been covered. I mentioned the strange rocks and the open area to the south of us. I was quite surprised at how things had changed.

12012 September 28

I walked to the east, across the empty gravel lot to the north of the large low building, which seemed like a cement warehouse. $A608, $A593, and several other people were here with me. I had been hanging out with them, but something felt uneasy. I walked in the middle of the group, chatting with people. It was dark, and something did not feel right. I chatted with the woman in the group, joking with her. She seemed very familiar, but i was not sure who she was. I thought that she was dating one of the other people, and i felt a little weary of chatting with her. I felt that someone might be uneasy of me chatting with her. It felt comfortable to talk with her, so i continued chatting. As we talked, i felt very friendly toward her, and she turned to me and hugged me suddenly. I hugged her back in a friendly manner. We were then lying on the floor in the cement hallway. The hallway was dimly lighted. I looked around at the others. This situation did not seem right. Something was not correct here. I could not understand why i was hugging the woman and lying on the floor. $F3 was standing to the southeast of me, near the southern wall of the corridor. He was watching the woman and me. I felt very uncomfortable now. I hugged her again, but she was now very uneasy, and she did not feel like the hug was a joke this time. She seemed upset that i had hugged her again, and i felt bad. I was not sure what to do, so i picked up one of the small fluffy toys, which had been on the floor to the west of me, and handed it to her. I thought that these were extra toys, so i could give the woman one. She took they and hurried off to the east. I was still very upset that she had become so uncomfortable here. I looked back to the west at the toys on the floor. I then realized that the toys that i had given the woman were not actually doubles, like i had thought. They were the only copies of those exact models. I felt bad for giving them to her, because i had ruined the set.

12012 September 30

I headed south, into the train terminal. As i entered, i realized that the train station was full of people. I felt annoyed, thinking that my grandmother or mother had already gotten on the train back to their house. Their train had left, and i would have to get on another train. I walked around for a moment, wondering what i should do. I then headed back into the station building, which was to the south of me. People were still waiting for the next train, and i wondered if the train would be full. I felt frustrated, and did not think that i would be able to get on the next train. Out the window to the south i could see another train sitting on the tracks by the station. It was heading east, which was not the direction that i needed to go. I felt annoyed, thinking that i would have to wait a long time until the next train heading west came. I decided that i did not want to wait for it. I could start walking and be almost to the house before the next train came. I started walking along the tracks to the west, heading toward my grandmother’s house. As i walked, i started thinking about the trains that ran between the towns here. I knew that the tracks ran east to west, across the southern part of New York State, stopping at all of the small towns. I wondered why they did not have trains to all towns. It seemed like a good mode of transportation. I then thought that the train that i was trying to take was actually a tourist train. It was not a regular transportation train. It only ran on the side roads between the historic towns. I wanted to have a train that would come to our town. I crossed the grass on the southern side of the tracks as i continued west. A grocery store was to the south of me, surrounded by a paved parking lot. The driveway to the store seemed to run from the west, where a main road was. The tracks were at a slightly higher elevation to the north of me, running parallel in the direction that i was traveling. They also seemed like an old dirt road. I could see that they curved slightly to the southwest, so i was walking directly to the west to meet them where they rounded the edge of the hill, which rose to the north of the tracks. I noticed a man in the parking lot near one of the cars. The store looked old and run down, with faded green siding. I looked down at the grass as i walked along the northern side of the lot, just passing the northeastern corner of the lot. I was barefoot as i walked west, and i liked the feeling of the grass on my feet. I had been looking down when i heard the yelling from the south of me. Someone was yelling in anger, and i thought that the man must be yelling at his wife. I looked to the south to see a rounded obese woman in tight-fitting sweat pants yelling at a man in the car to the west of her. She scolded him, but seemed to be yelling uselessly. The car was facing east, sitting on the western side of the lot. I was still near the center of the northern side of the lot, and i thought that i should avoid the couple as i walked past. I thought that they might be intoxicated and start yelling at me. The man i had seen before then started yelling, and the two men were yelling at each other. I felt very nervous as i continued across the northern part of the lot. I just wanted to get to the western side of the lot as quickly as i could. I was walking across the pavement now. A large construction vehicle was just to the south of me. The two men argued, and the man who had been standing in the lot was now in a truck. He backed the truck out of a parking spot on the eastern side of the lot, turning it to the south. The back end of the truck came toward me, but was passing to the east of me. I was cautious of it, though, thinking that the man was probably drunk. The truck was one of the construction vehicles, and it seemed like a large dump truck. The man backed it so that the back of the truck was facing east, on the northern side of the lot. I could see a large rectangular hole just to the south of the truck. I thought that the dump truck might be too heavy for the ground on the top of the hole, and the truck would sink into the hole, tipping to the south. I felt worried about it, but decided that i could do nothing to stop the arguing men from doing dangerous things. I decided that i should quickly get out of the area, so i hurried to the west. I hopped off the western end of the parking lot and started walking out over the large boulders. I was on the shore of a large body of water. The water was to the west and southwest of me. I tried to moved to the west, but tall waves were coming in from the water to the west. The waves flowed past me, rising up to my waist as they rolled across the parking lot. This annoyed me, and i thought that it might make the situation with the truck worse. I had to get out of here, so i turned to the south and made by way across the western side of the parking lot, trying to get away from the men and the construction vehicles.

I flew down $P1, heading to the west. It was dark out, and i watched the darkened leafs of the trees pass by. The trees on the northern side of the street were very thick with leafs. I was near the western end of the street, where my grandmother lived. As i approached where her house was, i saw the dark wires crossing the road in front of the house. I thought that i should be careful of them, because i thought that they were power lines. I then remembered that they were actually media lines, so i did not have to be as cautious of them. I floated past the house, looking at the house as i passed. I could see my grandmother and $K7 in the front window of the house. They were looking out at the porch, but i did not think that they saw me passing by. I stopped in front of the next house to the west and floated back across the front of my grandmother’s house. I waved at them as i passed, but i was still not sure that they could see me. It was dark out and they might not be able to see that much outside the window. As i passed them, i could hear them talking. $K7 mentioned my name. I stopped near the black wire than ran to the house, thinking that she had seen me on the wire. I then moved to the northeast, rounding the corner of the house and landing on the eastern side. I could still hear my grandmother and $K7 talking at the front of the house. After a moment, i entered the house through the side door in the middle of the eastern wall. I came into the kitchen, saying hello. $K21 was on the northern side of the room, wearing a fancy dress that had shades of pink. She sat on the northern side of the room, to the west of a table, facing east. My grandmother and $K7 were to the south of me still. I could still hear them talking in the front room of the house. I moved into the center of the room, not sure what i should do here. I started to feel uncomfortable, not sure that everyone knew that i was here.

I moved through the crowd of people in the rooms of the house. They seemed to be here for a party. These people seemed like $G3. I was not sure what i should do here. I thought about $A630. I remembered the picture i had seen of him passed out in a bathtub, and i thought that i could joke about it with him. I headed to the north, into the center of the house, working my way through the crowd. I then noticed $F4 walking toward me. He started to pass be on the east, not noticing that i was here. I was surprised to see him. This did not seem like a place that he belonged in. I said hello to him. He seemed different now. He stopped to say hello, but seemed unsure of what he should say. His skin was very dark now, and he looked almost of African descent. I thought that he must have had a fake tan. I chatted with him as he stood to the east of me. After a moment, he was then $A460. I continued chatting with her, talking about her college. She told me that she was now studying medicine. I said that that was good, and asked her if i was correct in thinking that she had studied English before. She said that she had, but then said that she went straight to medical school after. I said that was good, and we continued chatting. It felt good to chat with her.