12012 October 01
I was in the mall with $F4 and $A42. We were in the corridor on the southern side of the building, which seemed to be an old school building. I walked to the west a little until i came to the end of the corridor. The corridor ended in a small area where glass doors were to the west and to the south. Both exits seemed to have stairs descending from them outside the doors. I walked to the south, unaware of where $F4 and $A42 were. As i stepped out of the building with another person, i could hear the sound of a police car. The parking lot outside sloped down toward the main road, which ran east to west. The flashing lights of a police car came from the east and passed along the road. I started moving to the southeast, swimming through the air. It felt very hard to pull my weight through the air, but i struggled to fly to the southeast. I realized how hard it was, so i concentrated on kicking my feet in the air to propel myself.
I moved down the hall of the old building, heading to the west. The hallway was on the southern side of the building, which seemed like an old school. $F4 and $A42 were with me as we came to the end of the hall. The hallway ended at a short corridor, and an elevator was in the western wall, directly to the west of the corridor that we were traveling down. $F4 and $A42 were stealing the elevator from this hotel. I felt nervous about it, but i did not want to stop them from doing anything. I stood for a moment as they disassembled the doorway to the west of me. I thought that someone would notice quickly that the large metal door had been taken away, and then i thought that, if we took the door, the door frame would come with it. I looked at the wall as the other two worked, noticing that the metal frame around the elevator door had a dull red hue to it. I also noticed that a gray metal frame was still in the wall to the west. This was good because a doorway without a door frame would be very noticeable, but a gray metal frame would where the elevator door used to be might not be noticed as easily. I started to feel that someone was watching us from the east. I started to worry that the security could see what we were doing and would be coming after us. I mentioned the gray frame to the others. They quickly picked up the pieces and started heading to the south. $A42 left first. $F4 then picked up a large section of the gray door and started after him. I bent over to pick up the remaining bits of metal, which seemed to be a small piece of decorative metal grating from the front of the door. The grating had round loops on it in rows and columns. I also picked up some other small metal pieces as $F4 waited impatiently for me, just to the south. I turned to the south and started following them. I followed them out of the building and into the large paved parking lot that was to the south. A man then seemed to be near us, in the building, just to the east of the door. He seemed to be a supervisor for the hotel, so i thought that we would have to get away quickly before he caught us. I headed south, across the parking lot, which now seemed to be to the west of the building. Cars were parked in a row on the eastern side of the lot, and i was moving to the south, down the western side. People were standing around in the lot near the cars. I could see $F4 running to the south near the southern end of the lot. I knew that $A42’s house was just down a side street to the southwest of us. We would have to turn west on the main road, and then south onto the side street. I continued down the drive on the western side of the long parking lot. A row of buildings was now on the eastern side of the lot, and all of the cars seemed to be in a single row to the east of me. I passed along the row as i moved, noticing the people standing around near the cars. They seemed like college students, and i decided that they were all in fraternities or sororities. I noticed one man who seemed nicely built. He was standing near the rear bumper of a large tan pick-up truck. He wore a red sleeveless T-shirt, and he was taking pictures of something to the west. A skinny woman with long black hair and denim shorts stood near him. I slowed down to look at him, but then realized that i was about to run across his field of view. I stopped to let him take a picture, but he motioned me to the south. I continued down the road, coming to the street to the south. I stopped on the street. A tall set of modern white apartment buildings stood to the south of the street. They were designed to look like houses, and they seemed like college dorms. The road to the east curved to the southwest, and $F4 seemed to be somewhere in that direction. I started talking to someone, but no one seemed to be around me. I then realized that it was actually raining. I could feel the sprinkles of water on my head. I said something to the person i was with, and he moved to the east, down the sidewalk on the northern side of the street. I was standing on the sidewalk to, just in front of a tall white cement retaining wall. I had my hands over my head to block some of the rain, which started to seem very strange. I had told the other person that we should get out of the rain, so i started running to the west. I could feel small granules hitting my hands as i held them over my head. It felt like it was sleeting, but i knew that it was a warm day. I decided that chunks of snow were falling with the rain. Something seemed wrong. $F4 ran to the northwest, down the street, and i ran after him, following the curving street back to the west. I held my hands over my head with my palms up, catching the tiny chunks of snow that were falling with the rain. I did not worry about them turning to ice as i ran. I turned to the north and ran back into the building i had come out of. I could feel a chunk of snow in my hand, and i decided to eat it. I put it in my mouth and chewed it, but it no longer felt like snow. I spit it back out and looked at it. I had several pieces of candy in my hands. The wrapped candy was falling with the rain. I thought that they must have been dumped from an airplane. This is what must have caused the rain. The people probably dumped the candy into the clouds, and the candy actually caused the rain to precipitate. It seemed strange, and i wondered why people would have been seeding the clouds with candy. I then heard $F4 and $A42 in the building near me. They were playing guitars and singing. I was interested in joining them, so i moved down the hallway to the south. At the end of the short corridor, i turned to the east and started swimming down the corridor. I could see $F4 sitting on a bench against the northern wall, at the eastern end of the corridor. $A42 was sitting just to the east of him. As i approached, i noticed that the wooden bench was recessed into the northern wall, just to the east of a door. I listened to the song for a moment. It was a slow John Lennon song, and i wanted to sing along with them. As i reached them, though, they finished the song. I was annoyed about this. I stared talking to them about the candy, but i started to feel rather uneasy now.
12012 October 02
I was facing west as i stood in the waist-deep water with the others. The water was flowing to the west, and i wondered if the water had a strong current. It seemed to be moving quick enough to drag us along, but we were standing still. I realized that we were actually standing in the middle of a group of rounded boulders. The boulders were protecting us from the direct current of the water because they were just to the east of each of us. The other two or three people stood to the south and southwest of where i was. I thought for a moment that this water was from a flood. I then thought that the water was draining to the west somewhere. It seemed to be going down, but the sudden loss of water would create stronger currents. Someone to the east of me then said something about the water. I turned to look over my right shoulder at them. I could not see the person to the east, but i noticed a large tan and white camper moving toward me. It approach from the east, pulling up to the southeast of where i was. I wondered if it would block the flow of water. The others to the west of me were talking about something, and i realized that i was actually on a tall cliff of reddish-tan rocks. We had been trying to climb up the cliff to the east, but the bad guy had approached the top of the cliff in the camper. I quickly ducked down behind the rocks to stay out of his sight. I was aware of the superheroes climbing up the cliff to the west of me now. I was with them. Wolverine was just down the cliff from me, a little to the west of me. The two heroes climbing up the cliff with me were trying to get the man at the top of the cliff. I was going to attack him as well, but i had to be more careful than they were. I then focused on the large metal container that was to the north of me. It had something to do with the man at the top of the cliff, but it was now in the center of my view. Wolverine extended one of his metal claws and ran it through a long tube that was on the top edge of the brown metal box. The box looked somewhat like a dumpster or metal shipping container. It had long metal tubes running along the two top edges of the sides of the container. Wolverine inserted the long rod through one of the tubes. It had something to do with securing the box, which we would use against the bad man. I was then aware of Iron Man approaching from the west. He seemed to be attacking us, and i realized that he was not aware that we were the good guys. We had to convince Iron Man that we were on the right side. We wanted him to attack the man at the top of the cliff. I quickly climbed to the top of the cliff as Iron Man approached. I was nervous about him attacking us. I turned to the east. The bad man was still somewhere off to the southwest, but i saw $F4 standing just to the east of me. He was standing near the car. The car faced north, and was to the east of $F4. I then realized that another man was standing with $F4. The other man had straight chin-length black hair, and a black flat mustache that ran down to his chin from the sides of his mouth. I realized that the man was Tony Stark. He wore a green suit, which looked like something from the seventies. I was surprised to see $F4 with Tony Stark, but i realized that, since Tony was Iron Man, $F4 must have told him that we were not the bad guys. I felt a little relieved to see that $F4 had talked to Tony. $F4 turned to the east and started walking away, and i stood looking at Tony’s face. He seemed like an old comic figure now.
I woke up in the small room. I had been sleeping in the bed that was on the southern wall of the room. The twin bed seemed to be the westernmost of two beds. Bright sunlight came in the eastern window. I looked to the east, looking through the trees of a forest. The land seemed beautiful and peaceful. I did not live here, but i had been staying near here. I turned to the west and left the bedroom. I came to the outdoor area, which seemed to be at $P52. The paved courtyard ran east to west, and the tall tan stone bell tower stood just to the north of the center of it. A path seemed to run to the northeast from the eastern end of the northern side of the courtyard. My mother was sleeping in a chair that was against the north wall of the courtyard, near the bell tower. I walked past her to the white set of chairs just to the west. The two chairs were modern, with a smooth cloth surface folding around the back and sides of the chair. The two chairs were arranged close together, facing each other so that someone could sleep in them. I put my left foot on the westernmost chair. I then heard the sound of music from the north. It sounded like rock music, and i saw a man in a dark jacket walking to the east, along the northern side of the plaza. He was carrying a black stereo in his arms. He had two speakers on the sides of the stereo, which were floating in the air near him. For a moment, i wondered how the speakers were floating. I then thought that it probably had to do with magnetics. I then focused on the music, thinking that the loud rock music was too loud. I asked the man to turn down the music, but he ignored me. I felt very annoyed with the man, thinking that he should not be playing the music. He continued to the east, and the speakers floated along with him. I turned to the southeast to look a the chair where my mother as sleeping. It was now along the eastern side of the area. She had woken up. She seemed upset that she had been woken up. I did not know what to say to her. I turned to the south and continued past her, heading down the corridor of the office building. An alcove was in the white eastern wall, just to the south of where my mother was. Doors were on all three walls of the alcove. The were glass doors, but they had white blinds drawn over the insides of them. The offices on the other side of the eastern and southern doors seemed dark. As i started past the alcove, though, the southern and eastern doors opened and one man stepped out of each door. Both men were dressed in business costumes of white shirts and dark vests. They both wore ties and dark blue pants. They must have been sleeping in their offices, and i knew that the music had woken them up as well. They were analysts for the company. I watched them for a moment as they looked around and then turned to go back into their offices. I continued to the south, and then turned to the east. I headed back down the narrow hallway of the old house and into the cozy bedroom that i had been sleeping in. The green trees still seemed to be to the east of me, but i focused on the small white cube that i had in my hands. Something was strange about the cube. It looked like a large die, but it seemed special or important in some way. My view changed or was obscured by something for a moment, and then i was looking at the orange plastic thing in my extended right hand. It looked like translucent orange plastic, with rounded edges, but i realized that it was actually some kind of insect. It looked like it was made of translucent orange plastic, but i knew that it was simply an insect. It looked like a large beetle, with a square ridge over the front of its wings. It seemed very strange.
12012 October 03
I had my left arm extended, and i could feel the kite string pulling around my left ring finger. I was standing with a group of other people, and i was reclined to the west, looking up into the air. I suddenly realized that electric power lines ran over our heads to the west of us. The kite i was flying seemed to be moving to the west, and i worried suddenly that i might get shocked by the lines. I quickly shook my hand to loosen the string from my finger. The kite string slipped off of my finger and i knew that the kite was floating to the west. I waited a moment, but nothing happened. I wondered if the cotton string was simply not conductive enough to short the power lines. Then there was a loud crack from the west of us, and a cascade of bright sparks started to fall to the ground. The people around me were startled, and they started shifting to the east, away from the sparks. I could see the sparks falling down the tall wooden structure, which seemed to have white garlands near the bottom. I stood up quickly, realizing that we would have to get the power to the lines shut off so that the sparks did not continue. We were inside a very large building at the moment, and the structure to the west of us ran all the way to the ceiling. I moved to the west, walking around the northern side of the structure. The structure seemed to be a tall set of warehouse shelfs. Running over the top of the shelfs, along the ceiling, was a copper pipe. I knew that the electricity was running through the pipe, and i thought that i should follow the pipe to see if i could find a switch. The pipe was attached to the ceiling with metal bars that had rings that wrapped around the pipe. I walked to the west until i hit the wide north-to-south aisle of the warehouse. A man had come from the south. He seemed to be in charge, and he wore a white shirt with a yellow hardhat. I pointed to the pipe and told him that we needed to shut off the power that was running through it. I asked him how to shut it off. The man looked up and then started walking to the south. I saw that the pipe turned down the main aisle and headed to the south, so i followed the man. We followed the pipe to the southern end of the warehouse, where the pipe seemed to turn upward and head through the ceiling. The copper pipe had a spigot on the side of it, and i realized that this was not an electrical conduit. I said this to the man, and he agreed. I felt suddenly confused, and i asked where the electricity was coming from. We started back to the north.
12012 October 04
I stood to the east of the others, who were gathered near the western side of the large empty white room. The room was well illuminated, though no windows seemed to be in the walls. One of the women with the group turned toward me as she talked to someone to the north of her. She was wearing a black skirt with a white blouse. The outfit seemed to be the uniform of a private school. The young woman had long wavy black hair, and she had a rounded figure. As she spoke, i noticed something moving across the left side of her waist. I remembered seeing the spider before, and i thought that it must have crawled off of the wall and gotten on to her dress. She was unaware of it as it crawled around her left side. The other person then pointed out the bug to her, and she turned to look at it. She brushed the spider off, and it landed on the white wall on the western side of the room. I moved toward her, realizing that the spider, which had seemed white on her dress, was actually white and black. It had also seemed to be only a few centimeters wide, from the tips of its front feet to the tips of its back feet. Now its main body seemed to be almost ten centimeters long. It also seemed to be fuzzy. The people moved away from it as it started crawling up the wall. I moved toward the west to get a better look at the spider. It was actually very fuzzy, and had yellow patches instead of white. This was because it was really a tarantula. I felt suddenly nervous about the spider as it crawled onto the ceiling from the northwestern wall and started across the room to the southeast. The others moved from the room, and i started to move to the north. The rectangular room, which had been oriented north to south, was now oriented east to west. The spider was in the middle of the ceiling, to the northwest of me, and i was heading to the north. I realized that all of the fuzzy pieces i had seen before were not plants, as i had previously though. I looked down at a green stalk on the floor in front of me. It looked similar to the other stalks that now seemed to be strewn around the floor. It seemed to be a stalk from a crawling cactus, with white roots reaching out near the thick end, where it had broken off from the plant, but i knew now that it was actually part of the spider. It must have been a leg that had fallen off, and the white roots were just fur from the spider’s body. I moved to the east as i thought about this, now nervous about the spider being over my head. I pictured the woman who had had the spider on her dress. She was now standing near the eastern wall of the room with a spider on her dress. She moved toward the eastern wall, where a doorway stood, and she rubbed the spider off onto the door. The people were then gone, and i was heading toward the dark wood and metal door. The door was composed of a wood frame with rings of looped metal spiraling across the opening in the center of it. Each row of spirals seemed to be connected to the row above and below it, forming a visual surface to the door that could be seen through. As i pushed on the thick metal coils, which were formed from bars whose square cross section was about half a centimeter wide, i realized suddenly that the spiders could easily crawl into the coils to hide. I wondered if this is where they had been staying. I then felt nervous about pushing on the door, thinking that a spider could jump out onto me.
12012 October 05
I moved back and forth across the room, from east to west. I was talking to the man to the west of me. He was $A150. I felt very interested in him, and it was interesting to talk to him again. He moved around on the western side of the room, and i watched him for a moment. I felt fascinated it him. I then noticed that he was wearing very short black pants, and i could see the nice musculature on his thighs. He seemed very attractive, and i felt attracted to him. I then turned to the northeast, where my mother was standing. She had asked me a question, and i answered it. It had something to do with the conversation i had been having with $A150. She started walking to the west, passing to the north of me as she walked along the sandy beach. I turned to the west and followed her. The ocean was to the south of us, and the beach stretched out to the west. Small cottages ran along the shore to the north of us, and the sky to the west seemed to be reddened by sunset. I walked along the beach, thinking that we were actually in Chicago. It then seemed odd to me that a beach like this would be in Chicago. The ocean would be to the east of a beach in Chicago, not to the south. I felt confused by this, and i thought about it as i continued to the west. I then started thinking about $A150 again.
12012 October 07
I bent over to look at the thing on the floor to the north of me. I was sitting in the seat at the back of the bus, on the eastern end of the bus. Someone else was with me, sitting to the northeast of me, in the aisle. We had been doing something on the floor of the bus. It seemed as though we had just gotten on the bus a few blocks back, and i realized that we were only traveling a few blocks to the west. I pictured the old buildings on the northern and southern sides of the street. We were on the outskirts of an urban area, and this place seemed to be on $P200. We were heading to a place that seemed to be on the last block of old dark-brown shops on the street. I suddenly realized that we could have easily gotten off the bus a few blocks after we got on. I looked out the window to the south, realizing that we were now traveling through the country. I told the other person that we should have gotten off the bus at the last block. He shrugged in indifference. We would now have to ride the bus all the way out to the end of the line and then back. The country to the south of us was covered with fields of dry tan grass. It seemed like a lonesome place. I thought about the place that we were traveling across. I should recognize these fields, because i had lived out in this area before. I moved to the west, toward the front of the bus. I was trying to think about the bus stops that we would have to get off at. I then noticed the large cubical white building to the southwest of us. We had driven into a large gravel or dirt parking lot on the western end of the road. The white building was part of an old plant, and i felt that there was something ominous about it. I thought of it as an old grain plant, but i knew that it had something else to do with agriculture. I felt nervous about being near the plant. As we continued to the west, i started to noticed other with buildings around us. The seemed massive, and people seemed to be gathered on the western end of the lot. I moved to the northern side of the bus, which now seemed to be traveling to the east. I started speaking to $F32, who was sitting in a seat to the south of me. She was joking about something. She bent over to the east, and twisted around so that she was facing the window to the south of her. As she did this, her brown shirt lifted up slightly. She seemed round, and i noticed several small flies on her skin. I also noticed several white hairs on her back, and i thought that she had not shaved her back in a while. This seemed very strange. I wondered suddenly why a woman would have so much hair on her back. I then started to worry about the flies. Something seemed very wrong, and i worried about the flies on her body. As she sat back up, i stared at her, trying to figure out what was happening. I could not believe that she was so dirty that flies would be crawling on her skin. She seemed confused for a moment, and she pulled the front of her T-shirt out and let it fall back to her chest. A small cloud of flies came out the collar of her shirt. She seemed surprised by them and stared for a moment at them as they dispersed into the air. Something seemed very wrong, but i did not know what it was.
I was working on the book with $A14. He was standing to the north of me in the small classroom. I had the large book opened on the table to the south of me. I was near the end of the book, and i looked at the large print on the right-hand page. It was a square design, and looked like a photograph of a rock painting. It was mostly blue with black sections. It seemed to have a rounded rectangle in the center and four rounded trapezoids on the side, with black areas running diagonally from the corners. I turned to look over my left shoulder at $A14 and the other person, who were standing to the north and northeast of me. I was in a small classroom, which seemed like a science classroom of a high school. The room had square tables that were formed out of wooden cabinets with black overhanging surfaces on top. The tables seemed very close together. I had the main book on the table to the south of me as i questioned what i should do about it. I turned to ask the other person, pointing out that the design i had seen was not in the book that i had, but that it was in the original, which was on the counter that ran along the northern wall, just to the north of us. The others turned around to look at it. I looked back and forth between the two books. I noticed that we had scanned many of the graphics for the book that i had created, which was a reprint of the book to the north, but we did not seem to have the final graphic in the reprint book. The book i had on the counter was now a set of black-and-white sheets that had been printed and put into a three-ring binder. The other person held the last page of the original book on the northern counter with his left hand. I looked at the blue and black design on the page. It seemed to have some ocher-red parts to it as well. I pointed out to $A14 that we would have to rescan the last page of the book because it was not in the version that i had. Two or three students were standing to the east of $A14 and the other man. They seemed to be working on a science project. I turned back to the book to the south of me and flipped through the final pages. I then turned to the north and flipped to the final pages. I suddenly realized that there were more pages in the original book than i was aware of. I turned to the front of the book and started to look through it. This book was actually a later edition of the book that we had scanned. I said this to $A14, telling him that we would have to scan the introductory section of the new book, since it was not a section included in the book that we had. He looked over my right shoulder at the text as i flipped through the chemistry book. The front page had a large color photograph of students working on a chemistry experiment, and i could see white mice on various places on the apparatus. I remembered that the book we had had kittens used in the experiments. I stressed to $A14 that the introduction section of this book was entirely different than what we had used before. I then thought that it was probably better to show rats in an experiment instead of kittens. People might get upset if the book showed people experimenting with kittens. I asked $A14 what we should do about the extra pages, and he agreed that we should scan the new section and use it in our reprint. I turned back to the south, thinking about this. The new section was larger than the introductory section that we had originally used, but it seemed right to use it. I then wondered whether it would throw off the page numbers that were in the book that we had. I started to worry that we might have to rescan the entire book again to get the new page numbers. I remembered that the pages contained many detailed art works, so it felt tedious to scan them again. I was unhappy trying to figure out what to do.
12012 October 08
The person motioned to the east, so i turned to look into the next room. The building that we were in seemed to be old, and we seemed to be in a basement or utility area. the walls were thick dark-gray cement, and the floor sloped down from the hallway where we were to the cement frame of the doorway just to the east of us. The room on the other side was long and narrow, looking like a wide corridor. The northern wall was divided into three parts, the center part formed the widest area of the room, and the two outside parts ran diagonally toward the narrower ends of the room. The floor in front of the central part of the northern wall seemed to be recessed by about half a meter from the rest of the floor. I quickly noticed the small elephants moving around in the room. I felt cautious of them, and thought that this was some kind of zoo. The woman walked into the room, and i followed her. There was something special about the animals here. I did not look at them, but was aware of where they were, because i worried that they might harm me. The baby elephants moved to the west, toward the center of the room. A few of them seemed to be on the lower part of the floor, and some darker animals seemed to be with them. I looked at the round balls in my hand. They looked like blue- and clear-glass marbles. I tossed some on the floor and let them roll toward the elephants, thinking that the elephants would eat them. I thought that they were some kind of candy, but then i started to worry that they might actually be glass marbles. I hoped that they were not. I looked at the clump of round beads in my hand. They seemed too be stuck together. I broke some of the round beads off of the end and chewed them. They crumbled easily in my mouth, and i could taste the sugar in them. They were candy, so it would be safe for me to give them to the elephants. I was now standing in the middle of the room with the others, facing north. The elephants were no longer around us, though. They had all walked back to the east, into the next room. It seemed like it was getting late, and i thought that the animals were heading into the darkened room to sleep for the night. I crouched down a little and rolled a hand full of balls into the darkness of the next room. I saw the yellow glow of eyes looking up as the marbles entered the room. The eyes seemed low to the floor, and i wondered if they were the eyes of a large feline rather than the eyes of an elephant. I felt nervous about the animals and decided that i should leave the area. I headed to the west, back across the cement room and through the doorway to the west. I came into the illuminated white office. A counter ran from the eastern wall, just to the south of the doorway, to the southwest. It seemed to be a white wooden bannister with many thin carved vertical poles. Just beyond it was a tall bookcase. I climbed up over the bookcase, heading for the doorway in the eastern end of the southern wall. As soon as i got to the top of the bannister, i saw the rounded woman on the other side. She seemed surprised to see me. She was standing to the southwest of me, in front of a wooden desk, which was just under the counter. The bannister was a counter on the eastern end, and it was covered with books and items. the woman wore a white sweater over a white shirt, and she seemed to be the receptionist for this office. I said something about the elephants and i started walking to the southwest, across the counter. I then heard someone else in the office talking about the primate in the other room. He said that the primate was actually pregnant. I pictured the black chimpanzee that had been in the room to the west, and i realized that the man had sleeped with it. I remembered this rumor, and now i knew that it was true. I knew that the infant would develop if left alone, but it would be a great controversy, so the people would probably have to kill the baby before it was born.
We drove down the road toward $P22. I had not been here in a very long time, and we had come back for some reason. My father was driving the car, and my mother was in the passenger’s seat. I felt nervous about being here, and i knew that the area where my grandfather had his cottage was private, and the person who owned it did not like others coming into the area. I said something about this to my father, but he started driving to the south anyway. As we came out of the forest and into the clearing, i realized that the area had change quite a bit. We were heading to the south, and my grandfather’s cottage had been to the east, down a side road. I looked down the road, but only caught a glimpse of the yellow building. It did not look as i had remembered. My view was quickly obscured by something in the foreground. I then noticed the wide field to the east of me. The dirt roads formed a loop around the area, and my grandfather’s cottage was on the northeastern side of the loop. The center of the loop used to have trees in it, but the area was now clear. It was an open field with green grass. Looking to the east, i noticed that the hillside to the east of the dirt loop road was also clear of trees. The grass ran in lines of cut and uncut straw, running to the east, over the hill top. Construction machines seemed to be on the southern side of the hill. The land must be cleared for development, and they were still in the middle of doing some work here. I was surprised how open the area looked now. We continued to head to the south, and i realized that we were heading closer to the house of the person who owned this area. I felt more nervous about being here. I did not want to be caught trespassing by the owner. My father pulled to the bottom of the loop, where a short gravel drive ran to the south, toward the lake. The main house of the owner was to the west of the short drive. Several people were working on the docks to the east. I did not want anyone to noticed that we did not belong here. I turned back to the north, wanting to head away. My father had pulled the car off to the western side of the road, and we were sitting here. The vehicle that we were in now seemed to be a camper. I was standing near the back of it, looking out the back window, to the south. I turned north to talk to my father, who was sitting in the driver’s seat on the western side of the northern end of the vehicle. He seemed to be wearing something tan. My mother was sitting just behind him, on the western wall of the camper. To the west, i could see two doorways in the blue wall that led into small rooms. The doorways were trimmed with white, and they were a meter or so deep between the rooms and the area where i was. The room on the northern side seemed to be a bedroom, but the one to the west of me seemed to be a bathroom. I looked out the window to the northeast, looking along the lake shore and over the docks. I told my father that we should leave this area before the land owner came out. He started driving to the north again. He then asked how we were going to get to my grandfather’s cottage. I told him that he should take the back way, and i told him to take a right on the dirt road, which formed the southern part of the loop. He turned the corner and started to accelerate. I started to feel uncomfortable because he was going too fast. I told him that he should slow down, but he did not. My mother was sitting just behind me, near the wall of the vehicle, and i knew that she would be nervous about the speed. We traveled down the narrow corridor to the east. The white wall to the south of us was uneven, formed of small sections that did not form a flat surface. The old aluminium storm windows with the white frilly curtains filled the southern wall. They looked out over the lake. I remembered this road from a long time ago when i had been here. The doors on the northern side of the corridor seemed to form the entryways to each of the cottages there. All of it looked old and worn, but very familiar. The white outer wall of the corridor curved to the north. My father was going too fast, and i was worried that he would run into the outer wall as he made the corner. I could feel the centrifugal force as we rounded the corner. I looked out to the east, seeing the long dirt road, which ran along the lake shore as we started heading north. It looked like a country road, with trees overhanging it and charming small houses on the southern side. I felt uneasy seeing it, as though it were a distant memory i was longing for. My father then asked about my grandfather’s cottage. I looked to the northeast. The cottage should be on the northeastern corner of the loop road. We should be able to see it just as we turn to head west again. I remembered that the cottage had been cut in two sections, forming two smaller cottages. I saw the bright yellow building on the northern side of the road ahead of us. I pointed it out, saying that it was the front section of the cottage. Several building now seemed to be crowded around the cottage, and i could not quite tell where the other part of the building was. We had turned to the northwest, and were traveling away from the area now. I continued to look at the hill to the east of us, seeing the small cottages on the northern edge of the grassy mound. My grandfather’s cottage was one of them, but i could not quite tell which one. I said that i was confused about which one it was. We were then traveling on the road to the north again, and i was still looking to the east-southeast at the hill. The land between the hill and us formed a narrow ravine that dropped down to the water. The view was then obscured my several buildings just off the road to the east of us. I looked at them. They were two-story buildings, and they looked like modern shops that had been designed to look like old houses. The were on a slightly lower part of land that the road that we were on, and i could see the paved road running in front of them. I realized that this area had been developed since i had been here, and i pointed this out to my father. The cottages now would not seem as isolated. My father commented on the house as we continued down the paved road to the north, leaving the area. The road was elevated here, and the land dropped off steeply to the east. The land to the east seemed to be five or six meters below the level of the road. The car turned to the east suddenly, and i felt worried. The car was going over the edge, and the ground below actually seemed to be part of the lake. To my surprise, the car dropped only a little way before leveling off and flying over the water. I thought about this. We seemed to have been traveling to the east, along the northern shore of the lake. I could see small rocky islands just off the shore from where we were, and the road that we had been on seemed fifteen or twenty meters above the level of the water. The car, which also seemed to be a carriage, glided over the water, heading to the south. As we turned to the southwest, i wondered what had happened to the horse that had been pulling the carriage. I imagined that it would transform into a flat surface at the front of the car. It looked like a square airplane with two short wings reaching out to the sides. The object would change form from the horse or car to the winged surface. It would also have to pull us through the air. I realized that it was something special, and i decided that it was probably sentient. It would have to know how to make the car fly. I wondered if it was extraterrestrial. I imagined that it had to be a special sentient being.
12012 October 09
I moved across the small rooms of the house, talking to someone, who seemed like my mother. I felt anxious about something, and i wanted to do something. I also was aware of the large cat that was in the house with us. I suddenly felt afraid of it, thinking that it might attack me. It seemed like a lion or a tiger, but i could not quite see it. I did not want it near me. I moved quickly to the west, coming into the southern end of a room. I felt that the feline would be to the east of me, so i waved the metal object in my hand like a sword. The animal seemed to enter the room, but turn to the south as it got near my sword. I turned to the south. A white couch was to the southeast of me, and i thought that the animal hand run behind it. I imagined that it was coming from the south, so i waved my cutlass in the air, pretending to fend it off. I moved to the north. I had to go somewhere, and i told my mother that i wanted to go to the cinema with some people. She was to the southwest of me now. I did not feel as though i was being honest with her, and i still worried about the feline. She asked again whom i was going to the cinema with. I mentioned $F4, and then mentioned a man whose name started with a J. I knew that he was Indian. My mother thought about the name, and wrinkled her brow. I told her that i was not quite sure of his name, which seemed strange to me. I knew that the name that i had said was not an Indian name, but i was also not sure that it should be. My mother agreed that the name did not sound right, but then said that i would be able to go to the cinema. I felt better about this and headed to the west, down the short corridor. As i was about to turn to the south, to head into the entryway, i realized that the large white feline was following me. It was excited about going out of the house as well. I did not want it to go, however, and i was annoyed that it was following me. I wanted the white animal to leave me alone. I felt suddenly impatient with the animal. I stepped into the entryway. The white wooden door was swung to the west, into the room. I quickly swung it closed, to the east, and i told the animal that we would not be leaving. I then added, in a bitter tone, “unless you know how to open a portal here”. The spot i was referring to was the blank wall that had been behind the door. The animal let out a sad disappointed moan. It then became suddenly angry in frustration. It lunged at the empty space on the wall and started biting it with its large teeth. I looked at the cracked area of paint on the wall, and i felt uneasy around the animal. It was rather vicious, and i knew that it could inflict a lot of damage. I had lied to it, but i did not want it with me. As it attacked the wall in desperation, i opened the door and walked outside the house. I realized that i could not just leave or the animal would know that i was lying about the portal. I dropped to my knees on the floor and pretended to be upset. My back was to the door, but i could hear the large cat put its paws up on the door to look at me through the window. I remained kneeling in the yard for a moment. I then heard the sound of the animal’s claws falling back to the floor. It was leaving the entryway and heading somewhere else. I could stand up and walk away without it seeing where i was going. I headed to the southwest, down the narrow alley that led out of the small courtyard. I wanted to go to the mall to meet the other people, and i did not want the large white feline bothering me.
We started jogging to the north, through the run-down urban area. It seemed that we had just left $P7. I was with a small group of runners, and we were jogging for practice. I realized quickly that i was running ahead of the others, which seemed strange to me. I did not want to be the one leading the pack. I thought about slowing down, but, as we approached an intersection, i decided that we should hurry through it before cars came. The area around us seemed to be a warehouse district, with old dingy cement buildings. The dirt around the buildings did not seem to have weeds or grass growing on it. The streets were wide, but did not have any markings on them. We crossed the crude intersection with a smaller street. A large plain gray cement building stood on the western side of the road, right at the edge of the road, and a brick building stood to the east. A narrow sidewalk ran along the front of the brick building. A set of railroad tracks crossed the road ahead of us, and i slowed a little as i approached them. The ran from a large opening in the cement building to the east, running to the south of the brick building. I glanced both ways as i reached them, making sure that cars were not coming, and then i hurried across. The man jogging just to the west and a little behind me seemed to be $A176. We continued to the south, and i realized that i was still leading the group. I thought that i was running too fast at the moment, so i thought i had better slow down and let someone else take the lead. I then realized that i was still wearing my denim jacket. It would get very hot if i kept it on, so i took it off, exposing the black long-sleeve T-shirt that i was wearing underneath. I bundled up the jacket in my right hand and continued running. I though for a moment about tying it around my waist. We came to a wall, and i knew that we would have to climb over it. The bluish-white wall was to the east of us as i approached it. The southern end of the wall was about a meter farther to the west than the rest of the wall. In the center of the wall, just to the north of the corner, was a closed door. Wooden railings made of posts and two-by-four boards ran along the top of the wall. I started climbing up over the doorway to the top, but realized that the jacket in my hand was getting in the way. I put my left foot on top of the door, which was ajar, and tried to climb the rest of the way up. I had tossed my jacket up to the top already. The man just behind me helped me up a little. As i reached the top, i looked to the north. I was now sitting on part of the wall that extended about a meter to the east from the rest of the wall, and i was on the southern side of the room. The orientation of the room had changed so that the lower section of the room was now to the east. I had climbed up the railing near the southern section. I remembered seeing a metal ladder at the top of the wall near me, but i could now see that the others were using the ladder, along with another ladder, to pull people up. The ladders were extendable, and they had been tied to the joists in the ceiling, and they slanted down to the east, toward the lower level. They had been extended to reach all the way to the floor, but two people were not at the top of the wall, pulling the ropes that contracted the ladders. I saw the two people sitting on the ends of the ladders. The man nearest to me had his knees up and was wearing dull-red pants. $A442 was pulling the rope to contract the ladder, lifting the man up toward the landing above the wall. It was an easier way to climb the wall than i had done. I turned my attention back to the man with me, saying something about climbing up the wall. I then heard someone talking to the west of me. $F3 was on the bottom of the nearest ladder now, and he did not understand how to make the ladder go back down. He seemed to be handing from the bottom of the ladder, with his feet raised to the west as if trying to rest his belly on the bottom of the ladder. I realized that he had forgotten something on the lower level and wanted to go back for it. Someone to the west told him that he just had to let go of the ladder, saying that the ladder would extend by itself and lower him back to the floor. I thought that it would extend slowly because of the friction and bring him to the floor. I looked at the ladder just as he let go of the rope. The ladder extended suddenly, slamming $F3 down onto the cement floor of the room. He landed flat on his back, and i knew that he was badly injured. I called out his name as i climbed down the section of wall that i was on. I felt very worried about him. I was aware of the man with me watching me as i moved. He still seemed to be $A176, and he stood on the southern side of the room, watching as i rushed to the east of $F3, calling his name. He did not respond. His body was sprawled on the ground, with his head to the southeast. When i looked closely, though, i noticed that his head was not where it should be. A small splatter of red fanned out from his neck, where his head should have been. His head must have hit the pavement, and it was bent backward under his body. I crouched down, facing southwest, and i started to cry a little. I felt very upset about the accident. I was aware of the others watching me, but i was not sure what to do. I started to get up, but then thought that i should get a good look at the body. I looked very carefully at the place where the head should have been. The ground was splattered with a dull yellowish-red liquid. The red seemed to have been brushed onto the ground in several short strokes. It looked like thick oil paint applied with a small brush in a row of short curved strokes. This must be the blood and fluid from the head, which must have been smashed on the cement. I stood up and walked to the south. $A176 moved near me. I told him to close the doors in the wall and to get everyone down from the top of the wall. I said that i would go find someone with a telephone so that i could call the police. I knew that this was happening long enough ago that people did not have cell phones. I said again to $A176 that the rest of the team should clean up what they were doing in this building so that it did not seem that we were fooling around in here. As i headed out the door to the south, i wondered how we would explain why we were going through the warehouse to begin with. It seemed strange, and i worried that we would be in trouble for simply being here. $A176 followed me out the door. I looked down the narrow street to the south, thinking that one of the shops down the street might be open, and someone might have a telephone. I then turned to the north to say something to $A176. As i did, i realized that the corridor on the eastern side of the building that we were in had a few small shops in it. An oriental woman was standing just outside the door of a shop, which seemed to be a salon. The door was framed with a thick dark-brown wooden sign. I hurried to the shop, but $A176 was walking in front of me. As we reached the doorway, he walked in before me. The narrow corridor led into a large industrial kitchen, and i could see a few women chefs cooking for the restaurant. $A176 stopped just before the kitchen, leaning forward by putting his arms outward to support himself on the walls. He asked the women inside if they had a telephone, and told them to call emergency. I felt impatient with him. I wanted to ask about the telephone myself, but i could not get into the kitchen. I had run into his back and he was now pressing backward, into me as he spoke to the women. I felt agitated that i could not get into the kitchen. I had then backed out, and was now sitting across the hallway from the short corridor that had led into the kitchen. $A176 backed into me, pushing me back against the wall. He was trying to keep me from doing something, and i felt frustrated with him. I tried to push forward, but i could not get him to move. I wrapped my arms around his waist as i tried to push him. I could feel the loose skin around his belly, but i realized that he was actually in nice shape. I tried to push against to get him to move, but he kept leaning back into me. I started to feel attracted to him, noticing that he had a nice muscular build with wide shoulders. I put my chin on his left shoulder, starting to hug him rather than struggle with him. It felt very nice.
12012 October 10
I stood in the area, which seemed like a staircase. The ground to the south of me was high, and the ground to the south was low. I was in the middle of a wide paved area that ran up the incline to the south, and i was working here. I seemed to be managing something for a theme park. I stood near a few other people, and i was talking to them about something relating to the park. I felt that i had to go somewhere, though. I started to move to the south, thinking that i had to get something. I felt uncertain, though. I walked back to the north, across the flat ground on the center of the slope. A small yellow cement building with an overhanging roof was to the northeast of me. It seemed that i was nearing the end of my shift, and i would be heading to the building to get something. I had to tell the others what to do at this station, though. I felt confused and a little frustrated trying to figure out what i should do.
12012 October 11
I was at $P19, moving around the small bedroom. The room seemed oddly shaped, with a part extending to the north from the eastern side of the area that i was in. $F10 and $A311 were in the room to the east of me. We had just come back to this place, and it seemed a little odd that we were living here again. The items in the room seemed clean and well kept. Everything must have been new. $F10 put something on his desk, which was against the southern wall of the room. I looked at the desk as i walked a few steps to the east. A brass-colored metal serving tray was sitting in the middle of the desk. It had a crest carved into the middle, and several other names were written around the edges. I turned to the north to see a similar tray on the desk to the north of me. This was my desk. The people here must have purchased the trays for each of the residents. They seemed interesting, and i commented on them to $F10. I continued to the northeast, into the small section of the room. A counter was to the north of me, and i started looking through the things on it. I picked up a small cup of small round beads, which seemed to be some type of candy, and started to carry it back to the southwest. Many people seemed to be moving through the area. All of the new people were moving in to the house. $A98 seemed to be one of the people to the west of me. I looked at the candy in my right hand. I had poured the larger round gum balls into my palm. I then tried to pour some of the smaller ones into my hand, but the jar spilled over my hand and the small pellets dropped onto the floor. I felt very annoyed. I was making a mess. Frustrated, i started to clean up the small pellets, which were no more than a few millimeters across. I could not seem to clean them up easily because they kept falling out of the jar and onto the floor and desk. I started to feel rather frustrated that i was messing up the room. The other person moved to the west side of me to help me clean up. He seemed to be one of the younger men in the house. As we were trying to clean them up, the man referred to them as Nerds. I imagined the beads as a tart and sweet candy. After a few moments, i turned to the southwest, carrying the handful of things across the room with me. I saw $P19 to the south of me, across a dirt driveway which ran from the east. It was a large white house, facing north. A small parking lot full of cars seemed to be in front of the western end of it. Several other cars were parked on the northern side of the drive. The ground seemed white and covered with snow. I headed to the west, toward the large wooden structure, which seemed like a barn, but which only had walls on the northern and southern sides. I thought that it was some kind of shed for cars. I entered the southern side of the shelter, noticing the blue piece of sheet plastic that was hanging loosely from the flat roof. It blew to the south slightly as i walked under it. $F10 seemed to be behind me somewhere, and i felt close to him. I started through the shed, but realized that the snow had been piled up inside. Cars were parked in a row to the north of me, all facing west. I was walking between the southernmost car and the dull weatherworn bare wood wall of the building. A large mound of snow had been piled up against the western side of the southern wall, though. The mound seemed to be three or four meters tall, with a sharp peak on top. I started to ascend it, thinking that i could easily climb over to the other side, but i had a hard time moving once i was in it. I struggled to make it up the slope, but i could not get any higher. Something else also seemed to be impeding me. I pulled on the object, which seemed to be a large sheet on the snow, just to the north of me. I tried lifting the object, which was actually ridged. It seemed to be a piece of lumber that was laid up the eastern slope of the tall mound. I lifted the piece, but lost my balance and stumbled backward to the east. A large chunk of snow from the top of the mound fell over, filling in the run that i had trampled with my feet. I realized that the snow could have fallen over on top of me and trapped me. I was annoyed and wondered what i should do. I tried to move the long piece of wood that i had on the ground just to the north of me. I had to put it back up over the snow. I tried to lift it, but was having difficulty. It now seemed to be a long wooden ladder. A young man approached me from the east and helped me with the ladder. He was dressed in white pants and a gray coatee. He must have been a student from $P7. I told him to hold down the eastern end of the ladder while i lifted the middle section.
I moved to the east a little, looking at the neighborhood to the east of me. I remembered this place from somewhere before. A creek seemed to flow on the western side of the houses that i was looking at. I could not see the houses, though, but i knew that they were there. I could see green lawns now, with darker green and yellow patches to mark the boundaries. Tiny streets ran between a few of the areas. It was dark, and i panned across the diagram of the neighborhood in front of me. Something felt ominous. I knew that the lake was to the north of me, and i wondered if something was wrong there. I turned to the north, now realizing that i was standing in the middle of a dirt and gravel area. The land had been resurfaced. I was then aware of a large construction vehicle sitting to the northeast of me. People must have been doing something with the dam or levy to prevent the lake from flooding. I remembered the floods from before. I looked at the tall cement structure to the northeast, to the east of he construction vehicle. it looked like a large cement cube with a horizontal window in the western side. The window was for water, but no water was flowing at the moment. I approached the structure, seeing the mound of dark fine gravel that was pushed up against the southern side. The mound had flowed around the western side of the structure and ran upward toward the southern end of the window. I was about to climb up the gravel and look through the window to see the water on the lake, but i felt suddenly nervous about the gravel. It did not seem safe to climb. I hesitated, looking at the gravel and the window. It suddenly seemed very unsafe, but i still wanted to see how high the water was on the other side of the cube. I then noticed that the gravel had spilled into the window, filling part of it. The construction workers did not want people to see what was going on in the lake. I wondered if they were hiding something from the people. I started to feel worried about being here, and i imagined that people were watching me from the west. I started moving to the east to get away.
12012 October 12
I drove the car to the west, but i was not moving at the time. Something felt wrong. I had been traveling down the road, but i was stopped to talk to some people. Several people were standing around me. They seemed to be dressed in denim clothing with loose jackets, and they were standing to the north and west of me. I felt nervous about them, though. They seemed angry with me, and the man to the west of me pulled out a gun and pointed it to the southeast. I knew that he was threatening me with the gun, but i was not sure why he was aiming it to the south of where i was. I was traveling in my car, and i thought that he might be shooting across the hood to warn me. I started to feel uneasy here, and i started driving very quickly to the west. The men were still near me, though. I knew that they were following me and that they were trying to shoot me. I answered my cell phone. $F45 was calling me. I had the headphones on as i drove, and i told $F45 that people were shooting at me. I knew that he would be concerned. I then realized that i could hear the sounds of the gun shots behind me, and i knew that $F45 would hear them over the telephone as well. I had to get away.
I lifted the large square white plastic tub to the northeast, carrying it across the yard. My mother and father seemed to be in the yard to the west of me. Gray plastic square tubs were in a row along the eastern side of the yard. They seemed to be planters with small plants in them. I had been pouring water out of the white tub into the planters. As i reached the northern end of the yard, i put the white tub down on the ground, just to the west of one of the gray planters. I suddenly realized that i could feel water pouring onto my left foot. i looked down, remembering that the white tub i was using had small holes on one side to water other plants with. The water level in the tub was still above the level of the holes, so the water was now running out onto the ground. I felt a little annoyed and wondered what i should do. I backed away a little and turned to the west. I heard the sound of the cat meowing in complaint behind me. I saw the orange tabby cat standing in the middle of the shallow square pool. The pool was about six or seven meters on the sides and had walls about a half meter tall. The walls seemed to be supported by thin wooden poles that had been driven into the ground. The bottom of the pool seemed to be lined with black sheet plastic, which seemed to have been laid across the ground on the southern side of the yard. The cat was the family pet, and i seemed very familiar with him. I knew that my mother did not want him outside, but i realized that he was actually staying in the pool. My mother must have trained him not to leave the pool. The cat started on the eastern side of the pool, meowing with his tail straight in the air. He was then on the western side, and i realized that a shallow puddle of water was gathering on the eastern side of the pool. The water from the hose, which was related to the tub that i had put down, was running across the yard and gathering in the pool. The cat was upset because the water was coming into the pool. It had been trained not to leave the pool, so it was now concerned that it had no place to go to escape from the water. I watched it jump up to the western edge of the pool. I felt suddenly very concerned for the cat, and i started toward it. I looked at the western edge of the water, which was about a meter from the western end of the pool area. I then noticed a long round thing on the bottom of the pool, near the edge of the water. I thought that it was a snake, and i wondered if the cat would be scared of it. As i focused on the animal, though, i could not see the snake. Instead, i saw the blue and white feather pattern of a bird. The bird was sitting on the far side of a wooden railing, which was on the western side of the pool. It looked like a blue jay, but i could only see a long thin part of the bird’s tail running along the edge of the railing. The rest of the bird was hidden from view just below the railing. I could not quite tell what it was, but i thought that i must be a blue jay, even though it seemed strangely like a snake. I was very worried about the cat, so i snatched it up and brought it to the house. I was still headed to the western side of the yard though, having saved the cat. The ground was orange and yellow now. It seemed like autumn. I turned back to the east, noticing that the kangaroo was still in the yard. I suddenly realized that the gate in the fence to the west of me was still open. I quickly turned to the west and reached for the gate. The gate had a crude wooden frame, with wire cross supports. It was taller than i, and it was covered with chicken wire. As i grabbed the wire and started pulling the gate shut, swinging it to the south and then east, i gazed out beyond the yard to the west-southwest. I could see the dip in the road where the road crossed a creek bed. A woman seemed to be walking up the hill from the creek, and she was looking in my direction. I turned back to the east, watching the kangaroo hop to the northern side of the yard, toward the house. I realized how strange it would seem to the neighbors if a kangaroo had started wandering through the neighborhood. I then noticed that the driveway on the eastern side of the house had no fencing. Nothing really prevented the kangaroo from leaving to the southeast, across the driveway and then across the road in front of the house. This seemed very strange. I wondered why my mother let the animals wander outside the house. It seemed very strange.
12012 October 13
I was in the darkened room of the pub with $A589. I stood on the western side of the room, and $A589 seemed to be somewhere to the northeast of me, near the northern wall. I had to leave this place, so i started jogging to the north. I left the group of other people, who seemed to be from $G4. They were to the north of the building, and i headed north, across the gravel parking lot, turning to look over my left shoulder to say goodbye to some of them. A street ran along the northern side of the gravel lot, and i turned to the west, jogging down the southern side of it. I still felt wet from the run with $G4. Someone then called my name. Startled, i looked to the north to see $F43. She had just left the restaurant or pub on the southern side of the street with a small group of people. She was wearing a pale-tan off-the-shoulder dress that looked rather formal. It had a silky appearance, with a high waist and a Her black hair was tied up nicely, and she seemed to have come from a formal function. I stopped jogging, realizing that i was not actually wearing a shirt. I was still wet and messy from the run. I had a blue towel with me, though, so i wrapped tightly around my shoulders and chest, saying hello to her. It felt very good to see her. $F44 was with her, standing to the northeast of me in a dark suit. I then noticed $F61 to the north of me, standing a little way behind $F43. As i looked at the other faces here, i noticed $F43’s mother in a soft red dress, which was of similar style to $F43’s. It was good to see everyone, but i felt surprised to run into them. I did not want to interrupt their evening. I thought about my trip home. I would be jogging to the northwest and then to the west. It seemed like a long trip, and i imagined that i would have to cross town to do it. I thought that i could actually get a ride with $F43, but i had already left them. I watched the road around me. I was running to the south, across the western slope of a steep hill. The street was narrow, and the houses in the neighborhood around me were small and older. I seemed to be on a hill that was to the southeast of the center of town. I would have to turn to the west and head down one of the steep streets to cross through the southern side of the downtown area. I knew that the street i would be taking was not at the end of the road i was on. It should be three of four streets earlier. I knew that i would recognize it when i saw it. I looked at one of the streets running to the west from the street that i was on. The pavement of the street looked old and worn. The southern edge of the pavement also seemed to be eroded. I passed the street, but i looked down it, wondering if it was the street that i was supposed to take. It looked familiar. I could see down the length of the hill, and i realized that i could see all the way across the valley to the north. The street now seemed to be running to the north, across the western side of the downtown area. It must be the street that i had been thinking of. I slowed to a stop, just past the intersection. As i started backing up, i thought about the eroded dirt and pavement on the corner of the top of the hill. I wondered if the erosion had come from the heavy rains last year. I headed down the hill. As i turned a corner to head north, though, i noticed $F43 and $F61 unpacking things from the trunk of a car to the east of me. They had come here from the formal reception. Something felt awkward about seeing $F43. I stopped to say hello as she lifted a box from the trunk and started carrying it to the south and then east. The black car had been parked facing the old dull-yellow cinderblock building on the eastern side of the street, on the corner. The building seemed like an old pub. They were carrying the boxes from the truck to the door of the building, which was on the southern side of the building. I found it interesting that i had run into them again, and i said something about it. It felt very good to see them, though they did not seem as interested to see me. I followed them to the east a moment, and then started chatting with the crowd of people. I was in the pub. I had followed $F43 and $F61 to the northern side of the bar. The room on the northern side of the building was long and narrow. It was mostly a corridor with booths on the northern side. We turned to the west near the southern end of the pub and entered into the large black room on the eastern end of the building. I sat down at the picnic table near the northern side of the room. A ban ran along the northern wall from the eastern wall, stopping just short of the doorway in the western end of the northern wall. $F43 and $F44 were near me somewhere, but i was sitting next to $A607. She sat just to the south of me on the bench. She had long straight blond hair, and she seemed very interesting. As we chatted, i was aware of an older couple coming from the doorway to the northwest of us. The man was tall and bulky, and the woman was shorter, with a rounded body. Neither of them seemed attractive. They walked to the south of me, behind me, and started talking to $A607. The man stood just to the southwest of me as the woman stood to the southeast of me, asking $A607 questions. $A607 did not seem to understand why the couple was interested in them. It seemed suddenly strange that the couple were asking her questions, and i wondered if they would take an interested with me because i was with $A607. As the woman leaned forward, asking questions, i started to feel uneasy with the couple. They did not seem aggressive, but something about them felt dangerous. I looked over my shoulder at he man. He had a scar across the lower left side of his face, cutting a deep depression across his lips and down to his chin. He looked ugly, with rounded features. The woman was overweight, and had an ugly face as well. She then reached out and pointed at $A607 with her left hand. $A607 seemed to be uncomfortable with the questions, but i was not quite sure what to do. I had thought that $A607 would say something to get them to go away. I looked at the woman’s arm as she pointed at $A607, noticing dark discolorations on her skin near her elbow. Something seemed wrong with the couple, and i was not comfortable with them here. They seemed annoying, and i did not understand why they were interested in $A607. I suspected that they were interested in us as a couple. I then noticed that $A607 was no long with me. She had left the room and headed to the northwest. Several of the other people had left with her. Someone then told me to protect her. I felt a little confused, but i realized that $A607 had become very upset by the two people. I stood up and headed to the north west, coming into the back corridor of the pub. I turned to the west and headed along the booths, looking for $A607. As i reached the door in the western wall, i recognized some of the people sitting at the long table in the last booth on the west. I stopped at the end of the table and looked to the north, down it. $A607 was sitting on the western side of the table near the northern end. $F43 seemed to be sitting somewhere just to the south of her. The people on the western side of the table were facing west, as if staring at the dark-yellow plaster of the old wall. I noticed the couple also sitting on the western side of the table, near the southern end. The had followed $A607 here. Something was wrong with the couple, and i thought that they might be threatening. I was not sure what to do about them, though. Someone to the west of me then told me that i should assist $A607. The woman telling me this made it seem like $A607 needed my help. I would not be able to squeeze between the people in dark clothing on the western side of the table and the wall. It seemed urgent that i go to $A607, though. I stepped up onto the table and started walking along it. Several of the people turned to look at me as i made my way down the table. As i approached the area where $A607 was sitting, someone from the western side of the table climbed up onto the table with me, stumbling into me. I turned to see $A590 stumbling along the table near me. I realized that he was very drunk. Several of the people around the table started to feel concerned for him, afraid that he might fall off of the table. He moved to the east so that he was now to the south of me. I grabbed his arms and guided him to the east, off of the table. He stumbled down to the black wooden bench on the eastern side of the table. One of the people on the western side of the table gasped as he stepped down, afraid that he might fall. I was holding on to his hand, though, keeping him from tumbling from the bench. I pulled him forward a little until he stepped off of the bench and onto the floor. I turned back around to look for $A607. I saw two empty chairs on the western side of the table, to the southwest of me. The bad couple had left. They must have felt that i was interfering too much and left. I was glad that they were gone.
I moved around in the crowded area on the northern side of the room. The people with me seemed to be around a long brown wooden table in a long booth. I headed to the south with someone, talking to them about the play. We left the small room and came into the large room, entering through the doorway in the eastern end of the northern wall. We were practicing for a play that we were in, and we would have to do our scene in the room. As we walked into the large room, though, i realized that the setting was not quite how we had done it before. A picnic table was standing near the eastern wall, and we sat down on the western side of it. We had done this scene in this room before, but the bench was not in the same place as it had been back then. I stood up and told this to the person with me. He seemed like $A565. I looked to the northwest. I pointed out the area under the large wooden scaffolding, which was just to the west of the doorway we had come through. A stone column protruded into the room from the northern wall just to the north of the scaffolding, and two people were working on the second level of the structure. I remembered that a picnic table was where the scaffolding is now, and that we had sat on the eastern side of the table to do the scene. Others seemed to be rehearsing lines on the picnic table to the east now. I felt annoyed, trying to figure out where we were supposed to practice. I then decided that it did not really matter. I told $A565 that we could just do the scene anywhere, and that we would figure out where we would do it during the show. I sayed that we would just have to adapt to the setting when we got on stage. The people around us seemed to be in long costumes now, and i thought that they belonged to the Shakespeare group in town. I moved to the south, across the crowded room of the bar. We were still on the eastern side of the room, and the room to the west of us was filled with picnic tables. Many people were in the room now. We sat on the eastern side of one of the tables and started practicing the scene between us.
12012 October 14
The canoe floated to the south, toward the wooden dock on the northern side of the lake. The water of the lake seemed very calm, and it was tainted red with the light of a setting sun. I saw a long rope floating on the water, coming straight out from the dock. I grabbed it, thinking that it would help us dock the small boat. The man who was paddling behind me sayed something about the rope. It seemed that he did not want me to grab it quite yet. Something seemed wrong about the way we were coming into the dock. He told me to let go of the rope, so i did. The canoe was then heading back to the south, away from the dock. I felt anxious about this. The rope was still stretched out across the water to the west of us. As we continued to the south, i saw the knotted end of the rope float past. I then looked to the south, noticing the pale reddish-gray sky. Something seemed wrong with the sky. It felt very threatening, and i told the others in the canoe that a storm was coming. I started to worry that we would be out on the lake when it came. It felt dangerous. The boat was then heading to the north again, and i could see the rope in the water ahead of us. As we came along it, i grabbed the rope and started to collect it in my hands. I could pull the boat to the dock with the rope. We moved quickly to the shore, and the boat was already out of the water. The dock was on the eastern side of the large brown wooden building. The siding on the building was horizontal, but it seemed like stained rough wood. We moved to the north of the building. The ground was dirt, and we seemed to be under a part of the building. The brightly colored canoes were hung on hooks on the cross supports and beams that held up the house, to the south of us. The men were hanging the red canoe that we had just gotten out of. I was aware of a yellow canoe hanging just under the roof of the area, a little to the east. The main part of the building seemed to cover our heads as the men dealt with the canoes. I still felt worried about the storm, thinking that we might not be safe here. The men moved to the east and then walked south, into the open plaza. I followed them. The ground of the small plaza was covered with cement paving stones, and the buildings around us seemed to be very modern. They were brown brick or cement, with darkly tinted glass windows.
The bus had stopped, facing north, and the people were getting off. We had been on a long trip, and we seemed to be somewhere between cities. I knew that we where heading to the east, down the highway to the city where i lived. The others were heading there too, but they were getting off to vote in the building to the north of us. The large white building seemed like a colonial manor. I stayed on the bus for a moment and they got off. $F10 seemed to be with them as they stood near the front of the bus, to the north of me. I was still standing in front of a seat on the western side of the bus, near the back of the bus. I knew that they would be voting in the election at this stop, but i wondered why they would vote here. I knew that i could vote once i got home. I then thought that i was supposed to vote in only one location, and the location had to be arranged ahead of time. I wondered how they would be able to vote in this place. I then realized that we still had to head back to the east, to where i lived. I moved to the front of the bus and asked the driver when we would be returning to $P6, which is where i seemed to live. The man told me that we would not be there until seven. I realized that the voting offices would be closed by then, and i felt upset about this. If i wanted to vote, i would have to do it here. Annoyed, i headed to the north, into the building. I came into a small office with an aqua-blue carpet. A short corridor led into the office. A counter was against the eastern wall of the room, and people were moving around the room in small groups. Several of them seemed to be walking out the door in the center of the northern wall. I looked over the people in the room, but i could not see the people i recognized. I wanted to catch up with the people that had been on the bus, but i could not see them. I felt annoyed as i walked farther into the room, not sure what i should be doing. A woman in a business suit smiled at me from the western side of the room. She had curly dark hair, and she walked up to me and asked if i needed any help. I told her that i came to vote, and then i mentioned that i was with the bus. I was not sure what to do, but she motioned me to the northeast. The office, which actually seemed like a waiting room, was roughly trapezoidal, with the wide end near the north. I headed through the door way in the eastern end of the northern wall. I came into another small office. A glass window was in the eastern wall, and i could see a thin woman with black hair standing behind a desk on the other side. The woman with me suggested that i would have to talk to the woman behind the desk to vote. I looked at the cards on the counter in front of the service window, and i wondered if they were the voting cards. I felt a little better about being here to vote. I stood for a moment, waiting for the woman behind the window to address me. She seemed to be talking to someone to the north of her. She glanced me and seemed to be ending her conversation. She then sat down at the desk in front of the window and asked me what i wanted. I told her that i was here to vote. She seemed to want more information, but i was not sure what i should say. I told her that i was here with the bus. She asked me what i expected to do, but i told her that i did not know what i was supposed to do. She stared at me sternly. She seemed older now, and she had her white hair tied up. She was also wearing horn-rimmed glasses. She seemed upset with me, and she told the woman with me to take me somewhere. The woman motioned me back to the south. She sayed that it was very bad that i had made the woman behind the counter angry. I did not understand what was happening. It seemed that i should have known something before i was supposed to approach the desk. The woman led me to the south, out of the offices. She was upset with me, and i was not sure what i should do. I started to feel very upset and confused. I walked out of the office and into the front hallway of the building. The woman was sending me away. I did not know what to do as i started down the stairs on the western side of the white hall. The stairs formed a square column, which did not seem to be enclosed in a stairwell. I did not want to go back to the bus yet. I had to find the others from the bus. I started up a flight of stairs on the western side of the structure. As i climbed, i accidentally knocked one of the wooden boards of the structure apart. The flight of stairs collapsed, and i grabbed on to one of the beams to the north of me. The young woman was standing in the doorway to the north of me. She turned at the sound of the falling boards and noticed me in the rafters. I tried to hide behind one of the beams, but she had already seen me. She scowled. She was not willing to help me here, and i felt that i would not be able to vote. This upset me. I stepped to the bottom of the wooden structure that was the stairs. I could not leave this place yet, but i did not know what else i could do. $Z was to the northeast of me, and i complained to him. I squeezed through two of the beams on the western side of the structure. I noticed the metal cables running vertically between the beams. I knew that they ran up to the bells on the roof. I purposely brushed against them as i passed, telling $Z that there was grease on the cables. He did not quite understand. I headed to the north, toward the white wood pillars that supported the northwestern corner of the structure. I brushed my left shoulder against them, wiping off some of the grease that i had gotten on my jacket. I told $Z that i was wiping off the grease. I moved to the northwest, rubbing against another column. I then paused before a third, pointing out the dull red streak of grease on the white paint of the pillar. I told $Z that others had done this before, and that it seemed to be a tradition. We continued to the northwest, into the large room. Some of the people from the bus tour were to the north of us now. I felt dejected and upset, not sure what to do. I moved near the northern wall, listening to one of the other people describe “Aphrodite”, “Hermes”, and something about “erotica”. It sounded like a threesome. I looked at the small statue that the person was referring to. Several statues were set into openings in the white northern wall of the large hall. The statue to the northeast of me, which was the statue that the people were talking about, had the upper half of a woman looking to the west, her right arm reaching to the east toward the upper part of a man. The man seemed to be looking away to the east. The woman had long flowing black hair, which was blown to the east. She was looking at an older woman with long straight gray hair, to the west. It had a sexual reference to it. I listened to the others talk as i continued to the west, looking at some of the other items on display on the northern wall. We seemed to be in a different place than before. The woman who was describing the scene started talking about S&M objects. I looked to the north to see a display of daggers on a gray board. the daggers were all pointed to a spot on the bottom center of the board. This place was a sex museum, and it had displays on different types of sexual experiences. I was amused by the displays here, but i had to find the other people from the bus to figure out what i should do.
12012 October 15
I was in the living room of my grandmother’s house, and i started moving to the north, along the western wall. My relatives had been here, but they were starting to leave to the southeast. I felt very uneasy here. The room was not well lighted, and the walls seemed dark brown. This place was actually a pub, and it only had a few people left in it. Round wooden tables ran along the northern wall of the room, and there seemed to be an old man sitting on the southern side of one. I started floating to the west, along the ceiling of the room. Something was upsetting me, and i felt that i had to get away from this place. Someone then grabbed my right ankle. I looked down to see a man trying to pull be back to the ground. He seemed shabby, with a wrinkled worn face. I complained, trying to pull my foot away from him. I could hear the words that i was saying, and they did not seem to be in English. He struggled to pull me down, and i said more words that i did not understand. I wondered if i was pretending to speak in a foreign language so that he would think that i did not understand what he was saying. I looked elsewhere as i tried to pull away. I was then moving to the south, looking across the darkened room at the small ferris wheel. This building seemed to be part of a mall where carnival rides were. I watched the bright colors of the wheel spin clockwise to the south of the room. The central disk of the ferris wheel had a white and red pattern of curved wedges that looked like a pinwheel. The wheel seemed to be only ten or twelve meters in diameter. The large rounded carts were similarly colored. I watched a cart ride along a track at the bottom of the ferris wheel as i started thinking about how people got on and off the wheel. The cart came from the east and rolled under the wheel. As it reached the wheel, it was picked up and became one of the carts on the ferris wheel. The ride seemed strange, and i watched it a while longer. I noticed one of the carts, which was pink and white on the side, on the bottom coming off and rolling down the track to the west. This is how the people got off the ride. As i watched, though, i realized that more than one cart was coming off of the ride, and no carts were going on to the ride. This seemed very strange. I looked to the west, noticing that the person running the ride was busy helping people out of the carts. Only one person was working the ride, so he could not get all of the people off quickly enough and get more people on. I looked back to the ferris wheel, seeing that only two carts were still on the wheel. As they went up the western side of the wheel, the wheel seemed to tip forward with the unbalanced weight. One of the people in the cars waved his arms as if trying to balance the wheel. The two cars went over the top of the wheel. I could see that they were full of people, and i thought that they must be families crowding into the vehicles. I felt that i did not have time to watch the wheel, and i turned to the north to leave. I wanted to fly again, but i was not quite sure where the door was. My cell phone seemed to ring, but i thought that i would pretend that i had an urgent call. I felt that i had to hurry out of the building. I had been standing on the southern side of a corridor that led into the room where the ferris wheel was. A man in a dark uniform, who seemed to be a police officer, was standing just to the west of me. I asked him where the nearest exit was, and he told me that the only exit was at the front of the building. I felt frustrated by this. I did not want to have to go all the way back to the north to leave. I then noticed a metal door just to the east of me. It was set into the eastern wall and was slanted so that it faced northwest. I noticed the red exit sign over the door, which was not illuminated, and i thought that it must be an emergency exit. I reached for the door, noticing that it had no handle. As i pressed on it, though, i realized that the front of the door was covered with a thin layer of carpeting. I could feel the metal leaver handle on the left side of the door. I pushed down the leaver and pushed the door open. As i did, i could hear someone calling the police officer on his walkie-talkie. I thought that the security desk at the front must have detected an open fire door and was notifying the man to have him check it out. I hurried through the door, heading to the southeast. I came into a small square room with another door facing northeast. I quickly pushed it open, finding myself outdoors. I was on the top floor of the building, and i had come out onto the southern end of a metal fire escape. I imagined running down the fire escape to the north. I would have to descend the stairs quickly so that the police officer did not catch me. I then thought that i should just fly to the north, over the top of the building. I could not decided hat to do. I thought about this, but was then flying down the road to the southeast. The land around me was dark, and it seemed like a decimated city. Someone was running ahead of me, and a large explosion occurred behind me. Someone had been suspicious of my abilities and wanted to destroy me, no matter what the cost. I knew that i could simply absorb the energy of the blast, even if it was a nuclear blast. The woman had been running down the road ahead of me in an off-white dress. She talked about how i had saved here from the blast because i had absorbed the energy. I continued to the south.
12012 October 16
I moved to the east, heading out of the large hall where the show was being held. $A623 was still in the hall, trying to get the theatrical show ready, but i was heading into the lobby to see that others were ready for the show. As i crossed the large room, i looked to the north, out the rounded multipane windows. It was bright outside, and the land around us seemed very flat. I could also see a small group of people walking to the east, along the side of the building. I knew them, and i smiled and waved to them. They would be coming to the show, but i knew that they were coming in at the last minute. I felt hurried as i walked through the door in the eastern wall, stepping out into the lobby. I knew that the show would be starting at any moment, and i worried that the people would be coming into the theater too late. A counter was against the western wall of the lobby, to the south of me. It seemed to be gold colored, with dark details, and it had rounded corners. Someone was behind the desk, and a small group of young people stood to the east of the desk. I could hear the music behind me, signaling that the show was starting. I left the doors open, realizing that there were many people in the lobby. Several of them started toward me, so i turned back around and walked into the large room. The room seemed very open. The stage was against the southern end of the western wall of the room, and the chairs seemed to be in rows and columns on the southern side of the room. When i walked back into the room, though, i noticed that only a few chairs were set up in the room. $A623 was walking to the east along the southern side of the audience as the introduction music continued to play. A line of chairs was set against the central part of the eastern wall, which protruded into the center of the room. I could not see the southern end of the eastern wall because it was blocked from my view by the protruding section of the eastern wall. I knew that several chairs must be set up in the area that i could not see, but there still seemed to be very few chairs in the room. I thought that $A623 might have removed the extra chairs because not enough people were in the audience. The audience was still arriving, though, and most of them would now be coming in. I thought about saying something about this, but the people would be entering the room. I moved to the west a little, noticing that two actors were standing on the stage already. They were just about to start the show, but i said that many new people were coming in. I suggested that we start the show over from the beginning again so that the people coming in would get to see the entire show. The actors looked at me, seeming somewhat confused, but they stopped the show. I turned back to the east and headed back into the lobby, looking for others who were supposed to be in the show. I then turned back to the west, walking through one of the several arched doorways, into the main room. The room seemed to be more expansive than before. I pulled the heavy wooden doors closed. I had walked through the southern-most doorway. The other doors were closing, and i pulled the heavy wood door closed behind me. The door seemed to have carved columns on the sides of it. As the door shut, i realized that the heavy door made a loud thud. Someone to the southwest of me mentioned the sound, snickering to me about it. I could hear the musician playing again. I glanced to the southwest, seeing a man playing a harmonica on stage. I was hearing what sounded like guitar and banjo. I headed to the west, along the northern side of the room. The chairs in the room seemed to be arranged in strange groups on the floor. People were coming into the room in large groups, and i wanted to make sure that enough chairs were set up for them. I noticed a small triangular area of chairs on the western side of the room. It seemed to be very close to the stage. As i stood near them, though, i realized that a large structure blocked my view of the stage. The triangular area to the west of me allowed people to see the stage to the west of the large structure. I walked back to the southeast, looking to the southwest to see when i could see the stage again on the eastern side of the column. I then looked to the east, seeing a long row of chairs running to the east from where i was. Several young men had come into the room and were sitting in a few of the chairs. I said hello to two young men, who stood up to greet me. I did not pay much attention to them, though. I was focused on the stage, trying to figure out whether i could see it well enough from the section of chairs. One of the young men walked up to the north of me and looked at the stage with me. The man was tall and thin, and i thought that he was rather attractive. I tried not to engage in conversation with him, though, because i was still focused on getting the show started. The man put his left hand around my shoulders and leaned against me. I felt comforted my him, and i liked having him there, but i was not sure what i should do. I left the man and tried to figure out what i should do. I headed back to the northwest. I had several things on a chair there. I started collecting them, but woke up suddenly. I had been sleeping in the cushioned chair. I was in the northwestern section of the room, and it now seemed to be morning. I felt a little confused.
12012 October 17
I walked with the other person through the large house that we were staying in. This house seemed very large and nice. I headed to the south, seeing the long set of steeps that led up to the balcony at the top of the apartment. The apartment seemed rather expensive, and i wanted to see what it was like. I started up the steps, realizing how high off the ground i was getting. The steps did not have railings and seemed more like a steep ramp running from the northern side of the lower floor up to the balcony on the southern side of the room. The features in the room were very plane. As i neared the top of the stairs, i started to feel uneasy with the height. I leaned forward as i reached the top, but the stairs under me folded down. I stumbled onto the edge of the upper platform, suddenly worried that i would fall. The platform sloped down toward me, and i tried to scramble to the flat part to the south, but i could not seem to pull myself up. My feet were not on the ground behind me. A man had ascended the stairs ahead of me, and he was now standing on the platform. I asked him to pull me up. He reached forward and pulled me onto the flat part of the platform. I felt tense and anxious as i moved quickly away from the edge. The landing on the top of the room seemed to be quite a way from the bottom floor now, and i remembered how far down it had seemed when i neared the top of the steps. I seemed to have climbed ten to fifteen stories from the ground. I was afraid of the edge now and backed as far as i could to the south, looking back to the north. I told the man that we were very high up. I could see out the large open window to the north, which seemed to look out over the city. The scene seemed pale blue with haze. The window covered the entire northern wall of the building, from the lower floor all the way to the floor that we were on. I looked down at the black floor in front of me, noticing that the meter wide area near the edge, sloped down. It must have sloped down to the stairs that i had climbed. I still felt worried about falling over the side, so i backed farther to the south, coming into the next room. The man was talking to someone, then. To the west of me, i saw the small living room of an apartment. The room ran to the northwest of me. It must have been separated from the balcony by the wall to the north of me, which ran at an odd angle from the rest of the walls of the building. An older woman was on the western side of the room, and she stared at me for a moment. Her reddish hair was tied up over her head, and she seemed to have a rounded body. She looked like Sheila Broslovsky from South Park. A round kitchen table stood on the northern side of the room, and a young boy sat on the eastern side of it. Both the boy and the woman were looking at me as i entered the room. I realized that the room was strangely colored. It was mostly dull yellow, with patches of orange. The ceiling and floor had similar square patterns of orange across them. The colors seemed stereotypical of a certain ethnicity, and i thought that someone had purposely decorated the house to look Jewish. I mentioned this as i came into the center of the room.
I headed down the narrow suburban street, heading to the east. My bed was in as mall booth on the southern side of the street, at the eastern end of the street. The small single bed was covered with tan sheets, and seemed to be in a crowded room. As i headed toward it, i glanced at the small windows on the houses on the northern side of the street. The houses were all very close together, and all very close to the street. I felt suddenly nervous about sleeping in the bed, thinking that people would be able to watch me sleep from the windows. I watched a set of narrow vertical windows on a rounded protruding section of the house to the north. I then thought that the windows were probably too small, and that the people would not really be able to see me from them. I was still nervous about sleeping where people could watch, though. I turned to the north and wandered into one of the houses here. I stopped in the central corridor of the house, turning to the southeast. From here, i could see across the living room to the east of me. A large window was in the southern wall of the room, and i could see the bed outside clearly. I wondered if the small windows were really quite easy to see through from the inside. I turned around and headed through the house to the west, trying to find the small room where i had seen the protruding windows. I moved to the south across the room and looked out through the windows. It was very easy to see through them from the inside. They did not appear to be narrow slits as they had on the outside. I could see as if the window was made of wide panes separated only by thin vertical strips of wood. I wandered through the house some more, wondering what i should do. I was looking over this house. It seemed like a very nice house. I then thought that it was for sale. I moved to the south, on the western side of the house, and i came into the kitchen. The kitchen seemed small, but it was very nice. Black counters ran along all walls, and everything seemed well kept or new. I then noticed the wooden door in the southern wall. It led out to a small patio, which i thought was a spice garden. I felt very interested in the garden, and i headed out through the door. This place seemed very nice, and i liked it a lot. The area outside was actually enclosed within the rest of the house, forming a small courtyard. The triangular courtyard had a wooden floor with benches on all sides. Spice planters seemed to be around the edges, near the tops of the benches. I could not see them, but i knew that they were there as i spun around, looking at the place. I wanted to live in a house like this, but i knew that i could not afford a place like this. I then wondered whether i could add something like this to the house i had imagined living in. I looked up at the wooden ceiling. I could feel the cold air coming in from somewhere, but i could not see exactly where. I then noticed a large metal vent to the west of me. It was hidden behind a wooden wall, which was made of horizontal wooden slats of wood. The slats were spaced about a deci apart, allowing air to flow into the vent. I thought that this vent must be used to take the smoke away from a barbecue grill, but i could tell that it was not the source of the cold air. The air was coming in from the openings in the roof above me. I spun around, taking in the view of the small porch. I reclined against the bench on the southern wall, enjoying this place. It was nice to be here, and i imagined having a hot tub here. I wondered if people drank beer out here before.
12012 October 18
I was working on something for $A14. He seemed to be in the room with me, to the south of me. I looked at the page to the west of me. It was a large white page from a book that i was trying to set the type for. The upper left corner of the page had a square box on it. The box was formed by a black outline. Some text was printed within the box. Text ran to the right of the box, forming a small block of text. One of two lines ran under the box and across the page. They seemed to be in boldface. Under that, the rest of the text of the page ran in regular type. The page seemed very large as i tried to adjust the type in the square box. The text there seemed to be very short, and i asked $A14 how it should be written. I moved a few things around, but i was not quite sure how this should be done.
12012 October 19
I walked down the street with the other person. We were heading west on the northern side of the street. Someone had mentioned the dumpster, and i knew that something was in it that we were looking for. I stopped at the corner of an intersection and looked south. The other person had started across the street, toward the corner store that was to the south of us. The building around the store seemed old. It seemed to be made of stone, and scaffolding seemed to separate the lower floor from the upper floors. A large door swinged open from the store, swinging to the east. It stopped as it became perpendicular to the store, allowing me to see a flat metal object attached to the side of it. The man pushed the door flat against the store, just to the east of the exit door of the store, and pulled out the metal box. The box unfolded into a large metal dumpster. Someone said that this was the dumpster that we were looking for, but i did not understand something. It seemed improbable that the dumpster could be unfolded from a flat surface like i had seen. I did not believe that this could happen, so this could not be the dumpster that we were looking for. I thought about this as i turned to the west and looked at my grandfather. He had come into my parents’ house with other members of his family. I felt uneasy here, not sure what to do. I was standing in the back room of my parents’ house, at the bottom of the stairs that lead to the second floor. My grandfather walked past me on the west, heading to the south, into the dining room. I stopped thinking about the dumpster and turned my attention back to them. I followed them into the dining room, focusing suddenly on my grandfather, who was standing just to the south of me. He seemed very young for some reason. He was turned to the east, and i focused on his left arm. He was wearing a knit shirt that was black. I could see his upper arm as the shirt raised up for a moment, and i realized that he had a well-developed biceps. This seemed suddenly strange. My grandfather should not look this young. I then remembered that he was dead, and i wondered if he had traded in his old body for a younger one. I looked up at the person to the south of me as the person turned around. I saw the dark skin above the wide collar of his shirt. I was looking at a woman. She had big muscles on her arms, but her chest seemed oddly bowed. Her shoulders were very small and sagged around the sides of her torso. This must be my grandfather’s new wife. I looked up at the person just to the southeast of the woman to see a younger woman standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She must be the older woman’s daughter. My grandfather must have married a younger woman who had a daughter. I then started to feel confused. Three people were standing near me, but none of them seemed to be my grandfather. I looked at the woman in front of me again. She had turned to look at me, and was now staring at me. Her head was tipped down so that she was staring up at me slightly as she smiled wryly. She had chin-length black hair that stuck out slightly as it hung down the sides of her head. She also seemed to be wearing eye liner. I felt a little uneasy about her, thinking that she was challenging me in some way. I wondered suddenly if my grandfather had taken on the body of a woman. The people wandered to the east of me as i moved to the southwest, toward the center of the room. I thought about the women as the youngest woman said something to me. She seemed to be only a child. She then seemed to be Rudy Huxtable from The Cosby Show. I thought about how strange this seemed as the family seemed to move off to the east. I was now in the middle bedroom of my parents’ house as i thought about them. It seemed strange that the Huxtables would be here, and i wondered how my grandfather had taken on the body of a younger woman. It did not seem like something that should happen. I moved into the middle of the intersection to the west of me, and then started to the south. I felt confused, and i was not quite sure what i should do. The man said that i should follow him, so i reluctantly did. We started to the south, down the long street in the middle of the urban area. The street and buildings seemed gray as we moved. Something felt wrong, though. I did not want to go with the man. I tried to remember something. I then realized that i was still barefoot. I stopped, thinking i could tell the man that i had to head back to get my shoes, even though i simply did not want to follow him anymore. I started jogging back to the north. I looked to the south to see the man stopping too. He had noticed that i turned back. I explained to him that i had to run back to get my shoes. I started jogging to the north, heading back down the street and coming to the open area. I turned to the northeast across the open area. A raised cement platform was to the east of me. It was about a half meter tall and had something gray on top of it, which seemed to be a round table with chairs on two sides. I jogged to the east of it, but realized that the pool was in front of me. I ran over the edge of the pool, but i did not want to get my feet wet as i headed to the north. I decided not to land and focused on floating to the north. I could have easily turned to the east and landed on the small island that was just to the north of the platform, but i decided to extend my stride and land on the dry area that extended into the water just to the north of me. I floated for a moment over the water, feeling strained to do so. I looked at the ground to the northeast of me. The water of the pond was shallow near the shore, and i could see the twisting dark roots of the tree run over the tan ground and continue just under the surface of the water. I did not want to land here because i would get my feet wet. I had to focus on flying farther to the north. I felt strained and started swimming through the air. I moved my arms in a lazy crawl stroke, but this did not seem right. I was pulling myself through the air, but i felt that it should be easier to fly. I remembered how easily i could fly when i was younger. I propelled myself to the north, but it was taking a lot of effort. I remembered that i used to be able to simply rise up and soar over the ground without straining myself. I wondered why it took so much effort to fly now. I was aware of a man reclined in a beach chair to the east of me, on the shore of the pool. I was now passing over the northern end of the pool. A short chain link fence separated the cement pool deck from the grassy field to the north. I turned to the northwest as i crossed the fence, concentrating on swimming in the air. I was frustrated that it was so hard to fly now.
I spoke to the other man as i walked to the west, across the room. I had been sitting on the eastern side of the long room, which seemed like the room on the upper south wing of $P19. It also seemed like a room in a trailer home. I had been talking to the man on the eastern side of the room. A desk protruded from the northern wall of the room, facing west. We had been sitting in the chairs to the east of the desk. The other man seemed to want me to stay in the room, but i felt that i should leave. I started walking to the west, but the other man continued to talk to me. He stood very close to me, and i realized that he was attracted to me. I felt interested in him, but was not quite sure what to do. I was aware of the older man, who was sitting at a desk, which as on the center of the southern wall. The man was $A575, and he was hunched over the desk, working on something. He seemed to be writing notes in a large book on the eastern side of the desk. He turned to look at me as i started to pass to the north of him. The other man moved with me, staying to the northeast of me. He was $A590. I felt attracted to him, but i was not sure what i should do. He stayed very close to me, as though he was trying to be intimate. I was interested in being intimate with him, but i felt uncomfortable with $A575 in the room. $A590 stopped in front of me just as we were to the west of $A575. I wanted to be close to $A590, but was unsure how to do it. I thought that we would have to get back together at a later time. $A590 was to the south of me when he grabbed the back of my neck with his right hand and kissed me. He kissed me softly at first, and i enjoyed it. He then started kissing me more intently as he leaved back toward the couch, which was to the south of us, against the southern wall of the room. I kissed him back, but felt uneasy with $A575 in the room. $A575 seemed to be $A590’s father. $A575 must be used to his son making out with people, but it still seemed strange that $A590 would be kissing me so passionately in front of his father. I bent over to the south, allowing $A590 to recline on the couch. He pulled my toward him, continuing to kiss me. I put my right hand on his chest, feeling his left nipple under my fingers. I started to play with his nipple to see if he enjoyed it. He gasped for a moment as if enjoying the pleasure, so i rubbed it a little more. I wanted to be intimate with him, but i realized that we would have to do it at a later time. I did not feel comfortable with $A575 in the room. I stood up and stated back to the east, trying to exit the room. I told $A590 that i would meet him later. He seemed very interested. I turned to the east, noticing the bright red cloth hanging over the desk to the east. I then turned back to $A590 and commented on the cloth. I then noticed that the windows along the northern wall were covered with dull red curtains. I pointed out that the red cloth i had been referring to was not like the cloth of the curtains, though i wondered if they had both been made from similar fabric. $A590 pulled at the material to the north of him, chuckling at my observation. I then pointed out that the curtains had loopy gold trimming along the bottoms, which the red material did not have. I wondered if the red material was the same and the gold trimming had been added on afterward. I backed to the east as $A590 pulled at one of the curtains. The curtain rod swinged into the room. $A575, who was sitting at his desk, now directly to the south of $A590, turned to look at me. I was standing to the east of him now. He jerked back suddenly as he realized that the white plastic window rod had swinged very near to this face. I apologized for poking him with the curtain rod as $A590 pushed it back in place over the window.
12012 October 20
$F45 was driving me to the south, down the road, which seemed like the main road near $P27. I was going to work. The car stopped, and i got out, but i realized that i did not have my bag with me. I had left my lunch at home. I felt upset about this and sighed. When $F45 asked me what was wrong. I told him that i had forgotten my lunch. I then realized that i had forgotten other things with my bag. I was not sure what to do. I told $F45 that i would have to head all the way home, which seemed to be quite a distance to the northwest. I seemed to be somewhere near $P4, and i pictured my home to be my parents’ house. It seemed like a long distance away, and i knew that $F45 would not want to drive me back there. I did not know what i should do as i got out of the car and headed toward the store, which was to the west of me. The store was in a row of buildings on the side of the road. I walked in the front door of the clothing store, realizing suddenly that i was wearing casual pants and a loose pale-blue and white striped shirt. I was supposed to wear a suit and tie to work at the clothing store. I was annoyed at $F45 for not wanting to drive me back to the house, and i felt very anxious about being in the store. A woman stood behind the counter, which was just inside the door, near the northern wall of the store. I looked at my blue shirt again. I would not be able to have a lunch because i did not bring one. Several other people were standing around the store, but the store did not seem to be open. I looked at the watch on my left wrist, noticing that it seemed to be 7:40. The store would not be open for a while. I was actually early. I wondered if i should head home to get my things. I did not know how to get there, though. I continued to the west, into the back room of the store. I tried to think of a way to get my things, since i had time before the store opened. I was still upset that $F45 would not help me. I turned back to the east, mentioning to someone that i would have to walk home to get my things. I then realized that a man in a red sweater and a woman in a white shirt were getting ready to leave the store. Their shifts were finished, so they would be heading out. I wondered if i could ask them for a ride. I then thought that they would probably not be heading back in the right direction. I could ask them anyway. I then imagined that $F45 would want to know how i managed to get home. I thought that i could tell him that i hitched for a ride. I would probably say that even if i could get the two people to give me a ride. I walked out the door of the store, stopping on the sidewalk outside. I looked up into the northeastern sky, noticing that dark clouds lined the horizon just above the trees. A storm seemed to be coming in. I started to worry that it might rain. I would have to walk home in the rain.
I crossed the lawn as i spoke to the other person. The person was walking to the east of me as we headed northeast, toward the large white house. the land sloped up toward the house. I chatted with some of the other people here for a moment. I then turned to the west, continuing to chat with the man, who was now to the south of me. It felt as though i had been in a conversation for quite a while with these people. I was standing on the western side of the bus as the bus headed to the south. I could see a line of trees to the west of us, and we seemed to be crossing the western side of a grassy lawn. We were heading somewhere to the southwest, but i told the man that we would actually be able to get off here and head west. It seemed a little more convenient to exit through the back door of the bus than to walk all the way to the front of the bus to get off. I said this to the other man before heading to the west. I would have to cross the college area. I had been here many times before. A deep gorge was cut into the ground on the northern side of the area. A walking yard ran along the southern side of it, to the north of the gray modern college buildings. I walked to the eastern side of the opening. The southern side of the gorge seemed to be a steep cliff, but the side just to the north of me had rocks that were at my level. To the northwest, i could see the bottom of the gorge, which seemed to be about fifty meters below me. The water widened into a flat stream over the rocks at the bottom. I looked to the north of me, over the edge of the rounded rocks. I wanted to climb down into the gorge, but i could not quite remember how to do it. I had done it many times before, but i was a little nervous about it now. I thought that i would climb down on this side of the gorge and then walk to the west across the bottom of the gorge. I looked at the cliff on the western side of the gorge, seeing the places were i could climb back up. The gorge only ran for about a hundred meters to the west before it turned to the northwest and then west. I knew that it ran to the north, along the eastern side of the tall tan building on the edge of the gorge. I moved north a little, to the edge of the rounded rocks that i was standing on. A rock was about a meter below me to the northeast, and i knew that i would have to hop to that rock in order to climb down. I seemed to be at a waterfall, but the water was already quite a way below where i was. I carefully looked over the northern edge of the rock that i was on. Tall rock spired reached up from the bottom of the gorge toward me. I would be hopping from the rounded tops of these spires and then climbing down the western side to get down to the level of the gorge. As i looked straight down at the greenish water below me, however, i realized that the water seemed to be over a hundred meters below. I could see the water running in narrow channels between the spires. A brown rounded rock conical spire pointed up from the water, ending about fifty meters below where i was. If i fell, i would brush along the southern side of the spire before i hit the water. It seemed like quite a way to climb down, and i felt uncertain about climbing as i had done in the past. I backed up a little, looking at the rock to the northeast of me. It would be easy to hop across the deep gab between the rock and where i was standing, but i felt very uncertain now about climbing down the sides of the rocks to get to the bottom of the gorge. I looked again to the west, out over the narrow gorge. The gorge was still only about thirty or fourty meters wide north to west. The southern side had a flat vertical surface near the top because the walking plaza bordered it. The northern side seemed more ragged, though i did not get a good look at it. I focused on the curved southwestern corner of the gorge, trying to see how i would be climbing back out of the gorge. I could see a cubical cement structure at the base of the southern wall, near the southwestern corner. It looked like some kind of housing for a drain pipe, and i thought that water drained out of a tunnel i the cliffs from the south, flowing over the top of the structure. I knew that i could easily climb to the top of the structure, but i would have to climb a rather vertical cliff after that. I no longer felt comfortable doing this. I walked to the south, back around the southern side of the gorge. I imagined that someone had been watching me from the buildings to the west. They would have seen me looking down the eastern side of the gorge and would have thought that i was going to climb down. When i turned back, though, they would now thing that i had turned away out of nerves. I walked to the west along the southern edge of the gorge, noticing the northern channel of the gorge, which ran along the eastern side of the tall tan building. I remembered climbing through that building before. A small water channel actually ran though the center of the building, and i remembered coming from the west, through the building, and ending up on the edge of the gorge near here. I decided that i wanted to walk back though that path. As i reached the western end of the gorge, i noticed a walking path running from the southeastern corner of the building to the walkway that i was on. A shallow pool of water now seemed to run along the northern side of the walkway, to the west of the gorge. The narrow walkway looked like dark-gray blocks running in a row across the water. For a moment, i wondered if they actually formed a water channel themselves. I then saw a few people walking along the eastern side of the tan building. They must have come from the smaller gorge that ran through the building. As i walked past the southern end of the dark-gray path, i saw the people pass the southeastern corner of the building and start down the walking path toward me. I paused, thinking that i wanted to walk down the path. I stopped just to the west of the path, facing north toward the pool of shallow water. I wondered why i simply did not walk out across the water. I would get my feet wet, but i thought that i would probably get them wet when i climbed up through the other gorge anyway. I stepped to the north, onto the water. As i did, i heard something moved to the southwest of me. I turned to see a man in a dark jacket looking down into the water off the side of the cement walkway. A second man in a light-tan jacket seemed to have been sitting along the northern edge of the walkway, to the west of me. the second man turned to look down a the walkway too. I then realized that the railing that had been on the walkway was now missing. I looked down into the water to see a long wooden plank sitting below the edge of the walkway. It was still raised on the eastern end, hanging from something. I realized that i must have knocked the wooden board off of the cement. I turned to lift it back up as the man in the dark jacket sayed something about it to me. I looked at the board, which seemed like a two by eight plank. It seemed worn and bare. I wondered why it would be used as a railing. I helped the man put the wood back into place, and then i turned my attention back to the north. The two men started talking about the plank, and one of them said that it was like when the furry dogs took the piece of wood. I thought he was referring to wild dogs, and i pictured them coming from the northwest to get the wood from this area. I then realized that they were actually talking about a special breed of dog. I thought about this as i walked to the north, across narrow gray walkway over the water. I looked down at the folded white sheet of paper in my hand, which i held to the west of me. I had opened it up like a book and was reading the text on the two pages in the center. It had a black and white picture of the dogs on the top of the left-hand page. They were black and puffy, with thick short snouts. They must be a special breed of dog. I looked over the text on the rest of the sheet as i continued to the north.
12012 October 22
We descended from the tall gray tower, which was a modern building on the western side of the open plaza area. I looked up as we descended, watching the people at the top of the tower leaning over the edge. I could see $A75 pouring water out of a container, scattering it in the air to the south. We walked out of the bottom of the building, heading to the east. I talked to several of the people around me. Everything seemed gloomy and gray around us, and the air seemed chilly. I spoke to the others about something as we moved slightly to the east. I then realized that it was raining, or starting to rain. I mentioned this to the person to the southeast of me. I looked up at the gray sky overhead, and then back to the person. It seemed strange that it was sprinkling, and i wondered if it was still some of the water that the people had thrown off of the tower. We seemed to be too far into the plaza and too far from the tower to be hit by the water they were throwing. I felt strange, thinking that something odd was happening. I looked out across the flat gray plaza to the east, noticing the fine sprinkles of rain falling on the pavement. Suddenly, large white droplets fell to the ground in various places. The droplets seemed to be almost a deci in diameter, and they fell here and there across the plaza. I watched them streak in from the south, splattering on the ground. Something strange was happening. I no longer felt safe standing out in the plaza, so i backed to the west with the others to get under the overhang at the bottom of the tall gray tower. We spoke about the weather for a moment. The large droplets looked like snowballs, but they were falling from the same direction over a large area. I looked up into the southern sky. The rain had stopped and we were again standing in the center of the plaza. The sky to the south was uniform gray. I could not make out many details of approaching clouds. The person with me then motioned to the west, and i looked there. The sky was lighter to the west, and i could see a few streaks of rain almost overhead. The storm was passing us, but a section of rain might still pass over our heads. I sayed something about this to the others. The sky to the west was very light gray, and i felt that the storm was clearing up. I was still worried about the rain that could be coming from the gray clouds that were above us, to the west. They had not yet passed over us and might still contain heavy rain. The others agreed that it might still rain. I then looked to the south. The land looked very flat here, and i could see the dark line of trees on the southern edge of the plaza. The sky above the trees was covered with dark gray clouds. I could see more detail in these clouds, and i realized that they were moving very quickly to the west. The wall of clouds moved as a unit to the west. I felt very uneasy about this, surprised that they would be moving so quickly. A square opening in the clouds was noticeable to the east. It showed a layer of paler clouds through it. The square patch moved past quickly, rushing off to the west. This made me feel uncomfortable, and i decided that we would have to get out of the plaza. I ran with the others to the north. A large building on the northern side of the plaza had an opening in the center for a walkway. The roof of the walkway was about five stories high and had a grid pattern on the underside. I ran into the wide opening and stood against the eastern wall, looking up at the grid pattern to make sure that a roof was over my head. This would protect me from the rain. I thought again about the people who had been up in the tower as i pressed my back against the wall. A man and woman smiled as they held hands and walked out of the building to the west of me, coming out of a door on the southern side of the passageway. A thick gray fin of cement extended from the building just to the north of the door, obscuring most of it from my view. The couple seemed happy and was laughing at something as they emerged. They turned to the north, noticing me against the wall. I wondered if they had come down from the tower. They did not know about the rain from above. I stayed against the wall, waiting for the storm to come.
I walked to the south, through the doorway and into the small room, which seemed like a passageway between two other rooms. The kitchen was to the east of me. I headed east, stopping near the counter that was just inside the door, on the northern wall of the room. Two white receipts had been placed on the counter just inside the door. The other person, who was somewhere to the southwest of me, in another room, sayed something to me. I responded as i looked at the receipts. My father had left them for me. I started to read them, but then noticed that the gas burner on the black stove to the northeast of me was still on. The low blue flames burned in a ring, with no pot over them. I was annoyed that someone had left the flames on, but thought that they were at least on low, so they were not wasting that much energy. I turned them off and placed the receipts down on the edge of the stove. The stove was still hot, and the receipts started smoking. This annoyed me. They started to flame, so i blew them out. They now looked like pieces of bacon, and i wondered why someone would print receipts on pieces of bacon. I decided that it was better that the bacon was, at least, slightly cooked to kill the bacteria. I looked more closely at the receipts, realizing that i could not make out the blue print anymore. I knew that the print was on the bottom of the receipts, but i worried that they would not be readable because the bacon had turned bark brown in some areas. I then noticed that a second burner to the east of me was still turned on. I looked up to see that the blue flame was taller on this one, and a rounded metallic wok was set on top of it. I looked over the top rim of the wok to see four or five pieces of meat in the bottom of the pot. They were frying in a grease, and the ones on the northeastern side were charred black. My father must have been cooking them. I suddenly started to worry that something had happened to my father. It was strange that he had started cooking and had gone off somewhere. I felt that something bad had happened. I called out to the other person, asking them where my father was. I stepped to the south some more, looking around the counter that was to the east of me. I noticed that someone was lying on the floor in front of the stove that was on the eastern end of the northern wall. The person was wearing tan or peach-colored pants. I felt suddenly panicked, and i called out to my father as i rushed to the person. My father was lying on his back in front of the stove. I put my left hand on his T-shirt, and then grabbed his right arm, which was across his abdomen. His skin felt cold. I then realized that his face was pale and gray. He had been dead for a while, and his body had already cooled off. I felt very upset, and i yelled out in distress. I was aware that $F45 was to the southwest of me, in the other room. I knew that he would hear me and come running.
I walked to the north, leaving my car where it was and heading toward the door of the house. The door was to the west of me as i opened it. It led to a darkened stairwell. As the door opened, i could hear the cat let out a loud cry inside the house. The stairs ascended from the outside door to the house. I knew that the cat would be on the other side of the door at the top of the stairs. He usually waited for me to get home. I thought that he must be upset because i had been doing something in the garage. He must have heard me come into the garage, and was crying out because i did not make it up the stairs quickly. I walked up the darkened stairs and opened the door in the northern wall. I spoke to the cat, asking him if he was upset because he missed me. As i said something, i heard a noise from somewhere in the house. I paused for a moment, listening. Someone seemed to be upstairs from where i was, to the west of me. A thud told me that someone was upstairs, and i started to feel worried. I then heard the sound of movement on the upper floor, just over my head. Someone was hurrying through the house. I had to do something.
12012 October 23
We had been traveling on the highway, heading to the north. $F45 and another person were with me as we walked up the darkened road, stopping in front of the small hotel or diner. A large highway seemed to run east to west, just to the north of us. The small building was to the northeast of us. I turned to look at it. The others were standing around me. The road we were on seemed to curve to the diner, as if the diner was in the middle of a road. The black pavement had a single white line down the center. I felt very tire, and thought that we should rest, but i felt a little skeptical about this place. I wandered to the north, through the hallways of the hotel as i sayed something to the other people. It now seemed much later, and we were in a room on the northern side of the hotel. I talked to the others as i heard the music. The song sounded familiar, and i realized that it was The Beatles singing. I turned to the south to see The Beatles singing on a rooftop. The scene seemed to be from an old movie. They were standing in various places on the roofs, with two at a lower level and two on an upper roof. I did not remember the video, but it looked like it was from the sixties. John was standing against the brick wall on the eastern side of the screen, which was to the south of me. He faced west, and was standing on the upper roof. George seemed to be to the west of him. I recognized the melody, but could not think of the song. It did not seem to be a Beatles song, so i thought that it must be a demo for one of John’s songs. The song seemed to be from the late seventies, though, which seemed strange, since The Beatles were not together in the late seventies. I wondered if they had done this demo earlier. I thought about this as i talked to the others. I turned to the north. The others were sitting on the bed at the northern end of the room. I sayed something to them as i walked to the northeast to look out the window. It was daylight outside, but everything looked dreary and hazy. I could see trucks moving down the highway to the north of use. The truck had a metal dirt trailer on the back, and it was heading to the southwest as it approached us from the northeast. It then turned to the west and headed down the highway. I moved closer to the window to look at the highways. I was not quite sure where we were. I did not think that major highways would be in this area. To the northeast and east, i could see tall cement bridges. The highway to the north of us also seemed to be elevated. I felt confused for a moment, thinking that highways should not be running past were we were. We had traveled to the north, and now seemed to be near the northern end of the state, which seemed to be Florida. $F45 was in the room with me, and the other person was discussing where we should go. I talked about where we were, saying that i now remembered that we were in Tampa. It made more sense that the highways ran close to this city. I mentioned this to the others. This would mean that the bridges heading to the east ran out to the island. I looked at the bridges again, noticing that some of them seemed old. The main bridge ran from the highway, but i could see an older bridge just to the south of it. The ramp leading to the older suspension bridge seemed broken. The old bridge had tan towers and deck. I then noticed that the black road that ran to the bridge curved toward us. The road was just outside the window that i was looking out. This hotel must have been built in the middle of the old roadway. I then remembered standing outside the hotel the night before, looking at the road to the southwest of the hotel. I mentioned the roadway to the others as i backed into the room. I also remembered standing in the middle of the road to the northeast of the hotel when it was dark. We had been staring down the dark road to the northeast. I could not see the bridges at that time. I was wearing a denim jacket, and it felt chilly outside, so i pulled the jacket tighter around me. I then turned to the west and headed back down the corridor of the hotel. It was no longer the night before. Other people moved through the corridors of the hotel. An event had occurred here, and the people were just leaving. My mother was in the large room near me, sitting somewhere near the northern wall. I was doing something on the eastern side of the building when i heard the music. I stated walking to the north, thinking that the music did not sound quite right. It seemed that extra drums were playing with the music. I remembered that a drum set had been in the room to the west, so someone must be playing along with the music. I headed to the west, down the corridor, and then turned to the south into the large room. The drums had been set up against the western wall of the room, but were not there at the moment. Someone must have moved them. I walked to the south, into the room, noticing the thin metal legs of the drum set to the west of me. I could only see some of the metal poles with folding tripods on the bottom because a wall was blocking my view of the northern part of the set. As i continued to the south, however, i noticed more of the set. I could not see any drums. Instead, i saw an array of metal poles on metal tripod legs. This was not a regular drum set. $A591 was sitting on the northwestern side of the set, playing with two drumsticks. His girlfriend was standing to the northwest of him. He stopped playing when he noticed me watching him, and he seemed to be embarrassed that i had seen him playing. It must have been a special electronic drum set. I continued to the south, into the room. I could still hear the music. I looked to the south to see the video on the southern wall. It was the slow song with the familiar melody. The Beatles were standing on the rooftop singing it in the video. I realized that the song sounded like “Woman” from John Lennon. Again, i could not understand how The Beatles could have recorded the song when it was from the late seventies. I did not remember them ever getting back together. I thought that John and Paul would have been mad at each other and would never have reunited. I turned my attention to the west, where i could see several things on the counter. I had been working at this event, and i decided that i should finish cleaning the things here. The small black objects on the counter to the north of the sink looked like interview microphones. I started washing them off with the small cotton ball, which i had wet in the soapy water from the sink. I felt annoyed that the others had not cleaned them as i carefully brushed off the foam around the end of the microphone and placed the small rounded objects on the counter to the north of the sink. I felt distracted, and turned my attention to the south again. I then turned back to washing the microphones. More microphones seemed to be on the counter now. I felt annoyed that people were just leaving their things here. I realized that a smaller pile was to the south, closer to the sink. I decided that the pile to the south was the pile that i had already cleaned, so i would only have to clean the ones to the north. I grabbed a microphone from the north. It had a small foam bud on the left side, which was about a half centimeter long. I felt frustrated as i cleaned it off. I wondered if the water was going to ruin the microphones. As i pressed the cotton swab against the foam of the microphone, i could hear the sound of reverb from the north. I thought someone was now talking on the PA system, over the music, but then i thought that the microphone that i was washing was still active. I looked at it. The bud was on the top of a long thin piece of plastic, at one end. A square bracket seemed to slide back and forth across the plastic bar, and the bar had a long white marking. The marking formed a narrow wedge shape, which started thick on the right and got narrow on the left. About four centimeters from the left, the narrow wedge became a wavy line, and then ended at the left end of the bar with at a vertical line. I moved the bracket all the way to the right, but realized that the feedback continued, so i slided it all the way back to the left until i could no longer hear feedback. I then thought that the feedback was probably from the person trying to speak over the music anyway. I turned my attention to the other things on the counter and started washing them. Several of the objects seemed larger, and one seemed to be the lens to a camera. I was again annoyed that people had left all of these things here. I was then aware of $F42 sitting just to the north of me. He had just come into the room and had sat down in a black fake-leather cushioned chair to the north of me. I told him that too many things had been left on the counter. I tried to get some of the things together, noticing that several black things were now stacked on the floor under me. I pushed them against the counter, complaining about the pieces of things that were here. I then picked up the square box from the top of the counter and started cleaning it. As i brushed the surface of the small box, which was about a deci square, i realized that the box had a round opening in the center of it. I cleaned away some grime from the opening and saw a reflective mirror in the center. This black object was a camera. I mentioned this to $F42 as i arranged some other things on the floor. He asked to see the camera, so i showed him the small box that was in my right hand. I then mentioned that a lens was on the counter as well. I added that the lens did not go with the camera. I pushed the tall stereo box on the floor to the west, against the counter, and then i started digging through the black boxes on the counter for the lens. The lens was to the northwest of me. I pulled it out and showed it to $F42. I then started to feel protective of it, and i did not want $F42 to take the lens. I then thought that it was a lens for a Cannon camera, which did not fit the camera that was on the counter. I then thought that the Cannon lens would not fit my camera anyway.
12012 October 24
I flew to the west, crossing the quadrangle of the college campus. It was dark out, and i hoped that no one could see me flying over the building. I was aware of people walking in the quadrangle below me, to the south and southwest of me. The building was to the west of me now, and it seemed like an old square building. I knew that it had been closed for some time, and i thought that it was closed for a specific reason. The university did not want people to go into it because of something special inside. I was then inside the large hall, which was the center of the building. The building was old and empty, and the only light coming in was from the windows high on the southern wall. I was hovering in the air somewhere near the top of the eastern wall. I knew that i should not be in this building, but i felt excited to be here. I flew to the west, howling suddenly as i went. I liked the sound of the echo in the old building. I knew that someone might hear me in here, but i was heading toward the doorway in the western wall, so i would soon be out of the building, where people could not get me. They would also not know who had come into the old building. I flew out the door and soared up into the air. I started circling around to the south and then east. I was suddenly surprised at how easily i could fly. I remembered having difficulty flying in dreams before. I turned to the south, and landed on the vertical surface to the north of me. I was again inside a large room. Someone was in the center of the floor of the room below me, so i pushed myself against the northern wall, trying to get out of sight as much as possible. As i leaned back into the wall, i realized that i was leaning back into a thin section of wall that overhung the floor below me. I seemed to be leaning back into the front edge of a balcony, which curved from the northern wall to the eastern wall. The white wall was wide enough that i could press against it with my full body. I looked to the west, noticing the wood trim on the top of the wall. If i stayed against the wall, the people from the balcony above me would not be able to see me here. I also did not want the people sitting below to notice i was here. The people below seemed official in some way. I then saw a woman staring at me from the west. The lighting in the room had changed, and i was now able to see a woman in a dark victorian-style dress staring at me with her mouth open in shock. As i looked at her, i noticed a second woman, who looked a little more modern, sitting just to the west of the first. They were sitting on a balcony, which was in front of the balcony that i was hiding against. I had not been aware that a lower level of the balcony was near me until the lights had become brighter. The two women looked at me with shock, disturbed by the fact that i was leaning against a vertical wall. I noticed more people beyond them to the west. I put my right finger to my lips, trying to get the women to stay quiet. One of them pointed at me in horror and let out a yell. The other woman started pointing me out as well. I looked down into the courtroom below. The official men had been sitting to the east of a table on the eastern wall. I could see them just in front of the balcony that ran around the eastern wall. They seemed to be judges, with curly white wigs. They looked up at me in surprise. I felt uncomfortable here and jumped from the wall. I fled the building, flying out to the south. As i came out of the door, i realized that i had two bats in my hand rather than just one. I held one metal bat in each hand. They seemed to be glowing with a green aura. The ends of the bats had two or three black rubber rings around them. They were special, and they allowed me to fly. I turned to the east, holding the bats vertically in front of me, and flew up into the air. I circled to the north, eventually following a long spiral over the building until i was heading to the south again. The second bat actually had to do with the woman that was with me. She had the same ability that i had. I stopped in the air as she flew to the east of me. I felt excited and told her about the bats. She took one of them as she approached me. She stared at me intently as she smiled. I suddenly realized that she had known about the bats. She took them and moved next to me. I suddenly realized that she wanted both of the power items for herself. She had pretended not to know about them so that she could get the ability. She tipped her legs forward, wrapping them around my waist. She was glowing green, and she stated beating me. She was trying to kill be so that she could get all of the power for herself. I felt angry with her for betraying me.
I woke up suddenly and looked around the strange room. The walls were covered with pale-green tile, and the hospital bed, on which i was lying, was against the eastern wall. I had been left in this room. I moved from the bed, heading to the south. The large room was empty. I called out, but no one seemed to be here. Something seemed wrong, but i was not sure what had happened. The people had brought me to this hospital room and had left me here. I felt as though i had been forgotten. I wandered around the southern side of the room for a moment, not sure what i should do. I had left the room that i had been sleeping in and was now in a smaller room. The room i was in was covered with the same green tile, and an observation window was in the center of the northern wall. The window was in the upper part of the wall, and was very wide. It was covered with a white curtain. A doorway in the eastern end of the northern wall led back to the room that i had been in before. I felt upset that the hospital staff had forgotten about me. I wandered back to the north, into the next room. The room was square, with a low ceiling. Several metal objects seemed to be attached to the eastern and northern walls. I turned back to the west for a moment, and then came back to the east. I was again walking to the east, down the narrow corridor that led between the two rooms. I must have been put in a bed in the back room, and the nurses did not know i was back there. They would have expected me to be in the front room. I looked at my hands as i walked, realizing that i had white latex gloves on. They were now covered with melted brown chocolate. I had just finished some chocolate, and it must have melted on the gloves. I wiped the chocolate onto the wall to the south of me as i walked. I felt giddy, not quite sure what i should do here. As i came into the northern room again, two nurses in which uniforms stood to the north. They seemed surprised to see me. I suddenly realized that the melted chocolate on my hands probably seemed like feces to them. This humored me.
I had been sitting on the northern side of the darkened pub, on the eastern side of one of the rounded tables. I was talking to the person to the west of me, but i was now leaving. I followed the person to the west, talking about something that seemed to be happening in the bar. The northern part of the bar seemed to be about a half meter higher than the floor to the south of us. The floor and walls were black, and the tables and booths to the north of us also seemed black. When we reached the western wall of the room, we turned to the south, heading down a corridor, which was separated from the room by a wall. I only walked down the corridor for a few paces before i turned around and headed back to the north. I felt happy about something, and i started to float back across the northern side of the pub. I started swimming through the air. As i came to the middle of the wall, i put my arms near my sides and started doing a dolphin kick to propel me. A man was standing against the center of the northern wall, and i thought that the kick i was doing might look impressive. As i passed him, i realized that i was floating closer to the floor, so i stood up and turned around. I felt cheerful, and i wanted to chat with the man again. The man was talking to a younger man at the moment. Both of them were smiling about something as they moved to the east, toward me. As they passed to the south of me, the younger man pushed the older man from behind. The older man seemed much larger than the younger man. He had a shorn head and seemed rather well built. He turned around, still smiling, and pushed the younger man away. The younger man seemed skinny. As the larger man stood to the south of me, i realized that he had taken off his shirt. He was not nicely detailed, but he still had a nice muscle build. I felt interested it him and chatted with him. He moved to the west of me and started pushing against me with his arms: the same movement he had been doing with the younger man. I pushed him back, and i was surprised how easily i could move him. He backed up a few paces. The wall of a booth extended from the northern wall to the west of us, and the man backed up into it. He kept pushing me away, but he was smiling like he was playing a game. He was challenging me and wanted me to push back. I pushed him against the wall, pinning him. It seemed very easy to push him and to hold him in place against the wall. He tried to push back, but i held him in place. He then dared me to push him, so i leaned into him, with my arms across his chest, and pushed him against the wall. He grunted with the effort. I wondered why he did not resist, and i wondered if he liked being pressed into the wall.
I stood in the southeastern corner of the room, just to the south of the small television set. The black-and-white set was facing south, and was sitting on a small wooden table. $F57 and $F58 were sitting around a small square wooden table to the west. $F58 was on the northern side of the table and $F57 was on the southern side. I turned the channel on the set, looking for something. It did not quite seem right, so i leaned over the top of the set to look at the connections on the back. The tan plastic set was an old CRT television. The wires from the antenna came in to a large white clip on the right side of the back of the television. The wire seemed to enter the butterfly clip from lower right of the set. The clip had a single curved side, with a raised handle near the bottom. I pressed on the handle to open the clip. The rounded end of the wedge-shaped clip had metal contacts along it. I had broken the contacts by opening the clip. I let the clip close back until the edge was recessed in the plastic casing of the television. I then wondered if i was supposed to break the contact of the clips. I started to worry that i might have done something to the set. I leaved back to look at the front of the set. The picture disappeared suddenly, and the screen filled with static. I tried turning the channel by rotating the large metal dial on the upper right side of the set. I realized that the dial was old enough that it did not have discrete channels. It was more like a UHF dial. I felt suddenly bad for breaking the television set. I thought that $F57 and $F58 probably had the set tuned just for the channel that they were watching, and i probably messed it up. I looked at them and said something about the reception. $F57 stood up, grabbing the orange-juice container form the middle of the table and taking a drink from it. He then walked to the south of me to look at the set. $F58 stayed at the table, and she looked at me with concert. I felt bad for messing up the television, which was still showing static. $F57 had disappeared to the south, leaving the orange-juice container on top of the television. I did not know what i should do.
12012 October 25
I paced around to the north of the small area, looking at the script in my right hand. I had to read the play for the show that would be happening to the south. I knew the script and felt good about it. I turned to the southwest to look at $F42, who was seated to the northeast of the small round table. The table was a black solid cylindrical object that only came up to $F42’s knees. $F42 had a piece of paper resting on the table, and two or three people were standing around the southwestern and southern sides of the table. I paced to the north, waiting for my part. I would have to read something after the others were done. I looked at the small glossy book, which was in my right hand. It looked like a tourist booklet. I turned the pages, looking at the colorful pictures of the city. I would have to say something about the city as part of the show. The picture on the bottom of the right-hand page was of a rounded park, with buildings circling the sides of it. A gap in the buildings was to the north of the park, in the center of the picture. I called this “Central Park”, though i knew that it was really in Philadelphia. I continued to the north. $A635 was sitting on the western side of a rounded table near the eastern wall, to the north of me. A man was sitting to the north of her. She was doing something in the play with me. I walked to the east of them, looking at the picture, suddenly unsure what i was supposed to say about it. I realized that i had not been nervous about the play, which seemed very strange. I looked again at the picture, easily thinking of something that i could say to start off my speech. I thought about the park again, trying to think of a better way to describe it. I then noticed the second picture at the top of one of the pages. I was not sure that it was the same park, so i looked at the two carefully. I realized that they were both rounded parks, with buildings running around the northeastern and northwestern sides. Looking at the top picture, i noticed that the modern buildings on the western side of the park were actually tipped inward, toward the park. The buildings around the park were designed to curve with the park. When i looked north, i could see the tan towers arching over the park. I compared it with the picture at the bottom of the page, which was taken from above the southern side of the park. I could see the same buildings on the northwestern side of the park in the second picture, so they both must be the same park in Philadelphia. I looked at the black text that was set sideways on the right-hand side of the picture. I could not quite read it. I realized that it was near the fold of the brochure, so i tried to spread out the pages of the booklet more to get a better view. I still could not make out what the text said. I knew that it was probably the name of the park, which i thought would be an important thing to know for my scene. Annoyed, i showed the book to $A627 and the woman sitting to the north of him, asking them if they could read the name. They looked at the booklet, taking it for a moment, but could not make out the name. I felt frustrated, looking at the fine print on the side of the booklet now, trying to figure out what it said. The edges of the pages now seemed worn and faded. I stood looking at the page for a moment, aware of $A627 still sitting to the east of me. The woman was standing up now, standing to the north of me. She seemed giddy and looked over my shoulder at the book. She seemed to have fallen in the water to the west of us, and her black dress was wet. The material, which seemed like polyester, seemed only damp, though. This seemed strange to me. Her knee-length dress had a V-neck and short sleeves, and she seemed to be wearing a pink V-neck T-shirt under it. I looked at her and she stood near me. She then stumbled backward again, falling into the pool. This seemed very odd, so i asked $A627 whether she was all right. I then realized that the black dress was actually the woman’s costume for the play. It would be soaked from the water, and i wondered how she would go on stage.
I was sitting to the east of the desk, looking at the photographs on the computer screen. $A14 was sitting to the south of me, looking at the picture with me. I had shown him a picture of my mother’s father. The image showed my mother’s father standing straight in the center of the photograph. I thought that he could be a good model for what we were trying to do. I then thought that my mother’s father did not quite have a strong face. I remembered that his face was rather shallow, with a rounded chin. This would not be the strong type of face that we were looking for. I remembered another sepia picture that showed my mother’s father in profile, looking left. It was more obvious that his chin was not angled in this picture. $A14 commented on the shallow face, saying it was not quite what we were looking for. I turned to $A14, talking about the picture as the music played. I suddenly realized that i recognized the song. It was an old song by David Bowie, and i thought that it was from one of his first few albums. It sounded like “The Cygnet Committee”, but i was not quite sure. I was suddenly fascinated by the fact that my mother’s father was playing a song by David Bowie. I told $A14 that i did not think my mother’s father would have known a song from the early seventies. He would have been alive at the time, but i did not think that he listened to that kind of music. I watched the screen again. The video was of my mother’s father playing with a band. He was playing a white bass guitar. I was impressed, and i talked about this to $A14, saying that i would have expected my mother’s father to like a different kind of music. I watched him playing bass to the song, and i felt very interested in him. I sayed that i would not have expected my mother’s father to have even heard of David Bowie. $A14 did not understand, so i told him that it would be like someone today listening to Enya. I had started to name some other slow melodic music, but thought of Enya, which i thought $A14 would know. He snickered as he turned to the southeast and started moving away.
12012 October 26
I followed my grandmother to the west, crossing the room on the northern side of the house. We had been traveling. The man to the southwest of us was a cousin of mine. He did not live in this place either. I turned back to the east and headed into the small bedroom. I had to get my clothes ready for the trip. I headed into the room from the northeast and stopped just to the northeast of the small bag. I had packed it earlier, and i was now looking through it for clothes. I seemed to have a change of clothes, but i realized that i did see a pair of underwear in the suitcase. I felt agitated, thinking that i had forgotten to pack any. I looked through the clothes, noticing a pair of gray boxer shorts. I only had one pair in the bag. I thought that i would have to wear the same pair of underwear multiple times. This annoyed me. I walked back to the west, heading into the other room, where the others were.
I had been chatting with the people in the area that was like a college campus. I felt good about being with them, and i headed off to the west. I was walking with a single person, but i knew that they would eventually be headed to the south, and i would be continuing to the west. I was crossing the northern edge of a field, heading toward the wooded area to the west. The field seemed to stretch quite a way to the south, and i thought that i should head to the south, to the end of the field, before turning to the west and heading to my car, which was in a parking lot on the western side of the campus. The wooded area to the west of me suddenly became well lighted, and i could see a trail running through the trees, to the southwest. This was a more direct route to my car. The other person with me paused, heading to the north for a moment, but i continued to the southwest. As i passed through the line of trees, i felt a little nervous about coming this way. It seemed secluded, and i worried about dangers that might be in the forest. I then noticed the people on the other side of the trees. The trees seemed to be losing their leafs, and the leafs that were on them were oranges and browns. The people were playing a game in the yard, which was to the south of the patch of trees. As i came into the trees, i noticed that i would actually be crossing the northern side of the yard. I started to feel nervous and hoped that the people did not mind that i was crossing their yard. The people in the yard seemed to be college students, and i thought that they were part of the fraternity that was on the southern side of the lawn. I watched them as i crossed the lawn, hoping not to be noticed. I reached the western side of the lawn, heading up the shallow hill toward the edge. This place seemed unfamiliar to me. I knew that my car was in a parking lot to the west, and i thought that i could see it over the crest of the hill. I could see the wide lot full of parked cars below me. As i approached the crest of the hill, i realized that i could not see down the other side, and i thought that the hill might be a very steep drop off. I suddenly hoped that i would be able to descend to the other side. Several structures ran along the crest of the hill. The one to the northwest of me seemed to be a building, but it was only a few meters thick and seemed to be only five to seven meters long. It seemed gray and plain. I moved toward the metal fence just to the south of the building. The fence ran along the hill. I could see the bottom of the grassy hill to the west now, but i could still not see directly below me. The fence ran along the top of a drop off, but the height did not seem that far down. I knew that the people from the fraternity were watching me, and i wondered if they would think it strange that i was heading for a fence. I reached the metal fence, which was composed of vertical metal bars. I tossed something that i was carrying over the fence and then started climbing it. I knew that i should not do this, but i did not want to have to go all the way around to the south. I wondered what the college students who had been playing the game would think of me climbing the fence. As i pulled myself up on the fence, i noticed the black security camera hanging from the ceiling, just above the fence. I was a little nervous, thinking that someone could be watching me, but i did not care. I jumped over the fence and jumped down to the sidewalk, which ran north to south along the other side of the fence. The sidewalk ran along the western side of the building, at a lower level than the floor on the eastern side of the fence. I stayed crouched for a moment, thinking that i should now be out of sight from the people to the east. I then noticed the reflection in the glass window to the west of me. The glass was mostly black, but i could see a pattern of lights reflecting from the surface. The pattern seemed to be turning. This seemed very strange to me. I looked away, and then focused on the pattern again. When i looked back at the pattern, i could tell that it was turning. The floor that i was standing on was rotating. I looked to the south to see that i was standing on the northern end of a flight of stairs. The stairs had been parallel with the floor, but were now rotating so that the southern end of the stairs was descending to the floor below. I looked down the black steps just as they came to a stop. This area seemed to be a secure part of the building, and i felt more nervous about being here. I had to get out to the parking lot so that people did not catch me in this building. I wondered if the exit to the west was on the lower lever. I started to feel nervous, thinking that i had to get out of the building quickly. I came into an office area at the bottom level. The stairs ended on the northern end of the office, near the western wall. The office expanded to the west, with a white desk just to the southeast of me. I started to the south for a moment, but realized that this was not an area that i wanted to be in. I would not be able to get out of the building from down here. I turned back to the north and started back up the stairs. For a moment, i worried that they would start rotating back up as i was on them, but they did not. I turned to the west at the top and started across the office space. A large white desk was to the southwest of me, and a corridor ran along the northern side of the office, directly to the west of me. A person was standing to the west of me, in the office. He said something jocular to me, and i climbed over the top of the white desk, heading to the southwest. I felt humored by what the man had said.
I was standing on the northern side of the large lecture room with the others. The two other people were to the north and northwest of me. The woman stood directly across the long wooden table to the north of me, and she referred to the large video screen that was on the northern wall. The screen was showing something that did not have to do with what we were lecturing about. She asked me to turn off the screen. I felt a little annoyed by the picture on the screen and moved to the east to head around the table. I then started packing the rest of my things into the bag. The other people were leaving the lecture, and the man and woman who were with me near the table were now heading to the west. I felt hurried to catch up with them. I grabbed my bags and started across the grassy lawn to the west. I could not see the man and woman, and i wondered where they had gone. I was approaching the crest of the shallow hill to the west. I remembered climbing down the stairs in one of the buildings to get to the bottom of the western side of the hill. I knew that the hill just over the crest was very steep, so i would need to take the stairs down to the bottom of the other side. I thought that the man and woman must have gone into one of the buildings to take the steps. I ran to the south of the tan building, which seemed to be a very small structure. As i reached the crest of the hill, i looked over the other side, noticing the two people walking down a cement path below me. The path seemed to lead out from the base of the hill, so they must have come from one of the building. I was not sure where the stairs were. I remembered that i had gotten confused by this earlier and could not find the stairs. The slope under me did not seem that steep, though. I knew that i should not be climbing down the slope, but i did not care what the officials thought. I could see an area to the northeast of me that did not seem too steep. Part of a rock embankment was sticking out of the hill, forming a ridge that descended across the face of the slope. I decided that i could follow it down. Just as i reached the top of the embankment. I had to do something to my shoes. I crouched down to the ground to tie my left shoe. I dropped the spatula that i had been carrying with me. It fell into the snow and started sliding down the hill. I felt annoyed, and did not stop untying my shoe immediately because it was not sliding that quickly. I stood up and followed the spatula to the northwest, down the hill. I felt annoyed with the spatula as i chased it. As i headed down the hill, which was now a steep slope facing north, i was aware of the fraternity house at the top of the hill, to the south of me. I crossed the hill to the northeast, following the spatula. A road ran across the bottom of the hill, and it seemed damp from the snow. The object had slided down the hill and was now sliding across the road. The land on the other side of the road dropped off steeply into a forested area. The forest was thin and young, and the trees had no leafs. The hill to the north of the road only seemed to descend about two or three meters before the land leveled off. I came to the road, seeing the tan plastic spoon come to a stop under the roots of a large wide tree. The roots were raised off the ground and seemed twisted and complicated. I had reached the bottom of the hill at an intersection of the road. A smaller road ran to the north, and the spatula had passed over the northern side of the road to the east of the second road. I stopped on the road, looking down at the large tree in the swampy area. I knew that i could climb down on the roots and keep my feet out of the muddy water on the ground of the forest, but i still did not want to have to climb down to get the spoon. I then remembered the office area from a dream i had had earlier. This place seemed very similar, with a large hill to the west. I tried to remember that dream so that i could write it down when i woke up.
12012 October 27
I headed down the hall of the school, walking with the other person to the west. Students were walking in the hall around us, and they seemed to be in dark pants and light-colored button-up shirts. I spoke to $F4, who was the man walking with me. We talked about $F5. He seemed to be doing something in this place. $F4 mentioned $F5’s children. $F5 had two boys, who were both in school. $F4 mentioned one of the boys, and it seemed that we had come to talk to the older one. I then noticed one of the boys walking in front of us as we spoke. He turned to look over his left shoulder at us, and $F4 pointed him out, calling him Greg. I realized that he was $F5’s youngest son. He was wearing a pull-over rugby shirt with thick yellow and blue stripes. It was the school uniform for this private school. He smiled at us and greeted us before crossing the hallway to the south. I said something to him, and he stopped on the top of the short set of stairs on the southern side of the hallway. The stairs ran up to the east, running along the southern wall. The cement stairs had only five or six steps, and they had a metal pipe railing running along the northern and eastern sides. The landing at the top of the stairs was just outside a doorway in the southern wall, which led south into a corridor. The boy had chin-length blond hair, and there seemed to be something special about him. I wondered if he was an exceptional student. It felt good to be with the others here, and i felt as though i was accomplishing something special here. I walked to the east a little, along the southern rim of the deep gorge. The ground around was brown, and the gorge was only two or three meters wide. I stopped near the eastern end of the gorge, where the rocks in the gorge rose to the level of the ground i was on. A stream seemed to be flowing to the west through the gorge, cascading down the steep rocks near me. I looked back to the northwest, down the length of the gorge. A person was standing a few meters below me and to the west of me by four or five meters, on a lower section of the waterfall. She seemed like $A522. She was looking up at me. Beyond her, i could see $F58, who was quite a way down the gorge. She seemed to be wearing a bikini, and seemed to be smiling in my direction as well. It felt good to be here with friends. There was something special about this place. I turned to the west and continued down the hallway of the school. $F4 was walking to the north of me again. As we reached the northern end of the hallway, i noticed $F5 standing in front of us. I greeted him, saying that it was good to see him again. I spoke to him about something, glancing back down the hallway to the east as i spoke. I saw the two people boxing. The man in the brown gi was wearing martial-arts grappling gloves and a red padded boxing helmet. He knocked the young boy down and stood over him. They were practicing their fighting techniques. I wondered why $F4 was boxing. I knew that he was a good wrestler, so i thought that he would be good with grappling as well. He stared up at me, his straight blond hair falling over his eyes. He seemed tense and aggressive, with his shoulders slightly hunched. It seemed strange, but then i realized that the man in the brown gi was not actually $F4. It was the boy that i had talked to before. He was the older of the two brothers, and he had knocked over his younger brother. I knew that the older brother was actually a good martial artist. I tried to remember the martial arts that i had known. Someone had said something to me, and i reached out and down with my left arm, doing a lower block. I remembered some of the moves, and i started doing a form. $A253 was watching me from the south as i finished the form. I was surprised that i still remembered it. I was now standing in a room with a wooden floor. $A253 walked to the east of me, saying that we should do another form. I felt nervous, not quite sure that i remembered the forms. The rest of the Tae Kwon Do class was standing is a cubical formation to the east of me. I watched some of them in the mirror that covered the southern wall as they started the form. I imitated what one of the women was doing. I then remembered some of the movements. I closed my eyes, doing several blocks and switching stances a few times. I was surprised that i remembered it. I then opened my eyes, realizing that i did not know the next set of movements. I looked in the mirror to see the class continuing, but i could not remember what i should be doing. I thought for a moment, but could not remember, so i pulled my feet together and turned to the north. The others had already turned to the north to finish the form. The man to the north of me seemed to be on the floor doing push-ups as part of the form. I would have to tell them that i simply did not remember the form. $A253 was standing on the northeastern side of the room now. I noticed $F5, his two boys, and several other people sitting in a line along the center of the northern part of the room. They were watching the martial arts demonstration. I felt interested in the oldest boy. He was special in some way, and i thought that he might have powers like i did.
12012 October 28
I stood just to the north of the old wooden picnic table, talking to the others, who were seated around the table to the south of me. We seemed to be on the edge of a small town, with a road running to the south of us. The table seemed to be in a park that was on the western shore of a small lake. I felt uneasy about the lake because of the storm that was coming in. I looked to the south. The road ran along the southern side of the park, with old brick apartment buildings to the south of it. The road then dipped down as it headed east. I could see where the road would normally cross the water at the southeastern corner of the park, just to the south of a low bush. The water was splashing up the side of the road. This was high water from the storm. I looked to the east again to see churning brown waves across the lake. I started talking to the others about the water across the road. I commented on the water across the road, saying that it was getting higher. $A601, who was standing on the northern side of the picnic table, scowled and shook his head in disagreement. He motioned to the water on the road, saying that it would not be as bad as i was saying. I looked at the water on the road again. The waves rolled in quickly against the pavement. The water was muddy from silt, so it had to be flooding from the storm. I looked out over the murky water to the east. I could see the shore on the eastern side of the water. The water was churning with waves. I knew that the waves were coming into the long bay from the ocean, which seemed to be to the south or southeast somewhere. I felt worried, thinking that the water was still rising, and that it would flood the park that we were in.
12012 October 29
I headed back to the south, crossing the street and heading toward the small white church. I had been here a little while ago, and i was now returning. A highway seemed to run to the north of me, and the road i had crossed ran parallel to the highway. I started walking down the cement sidewalk that ran to the west of the church. The church seemed gothic, with tall square towers and a steep roof. As i passed the tower on the northwestern corner of the building, i noticed the red symbol on the door, which was on the northern side of the tower, under an arched overhanging roof. The symbol was red, and seemed similar to the symbol for Libra. It did not seem to belong to be appropriate for a church, and i wondered why it was painted on the building. I also noticed several other red marks on the building as i started down the western side. I remembered being here a while ago. I had taken a picture of the symbol on the front door of the church. I remembered that i had stopped here with my mother as we traveled somewhere. I remembered the name of the town, which seemed to start with a C. I passed to the south of the church and came into the gravel parking lot, which spanned across the southern side of the building. The people i had been with were standing around the southwestern side of the parking lot, chatting. The building to the north of us now seemed to be an old diner. I felt nervous of the people inside, thinking that they would not welcome us here. I listened to the others chat for a moment, but did not think that we should stay here. The people inside seemed hostile to us. I started to fly to the west, over the end of the lot. I had to wait for the others, though, so i came back to the lot. I wandered to the north, into the large room. I felt a little impatient and uneasy here. A large stage was in the northern wall of the room, and a show was being performed. I headed for the stage, watching the dancers on the stage. They seemed to be doing acrobatic moves, which i found very interesting. A small section of plastic-backed folding chairs had been set up in front of the stage. The chairs formed six or seven rows, and seemed to be fifteen to twenty chairs wide. I sat in a chair in the back row, just to the east of the center. I was still waiting for something, and i was watching the show to occupy my time. I then heard someone talking about a misspelling in the program. The person was at the front of the audience, to the northwest of me. I knew that the woman was walking about a program from $G19. I had created the programs, and i wondered what the misspelling could be. I then heard $A623 reply to the woman. I felt nervous knowing that $A623 was in the audience. I did not want her to see me here because i knew that she would try to get me involved in something. The woman mentioned the word that was misspelled, and it sounded like she said “cumbersome”. I turned in my chair to face more to the east, hoping that $A623 did not noticed me in the crowd. I did not want to have to say hello. I seemed to pull the hood of my sweatshirt up over my head as i faced east. I watched some of the show for a moment, aware of someone to the east of me in another chair. They continued to talk about the program, and i decided that i wanted to see what they were talking about. I did not get a program for the dance show, so i looked down between the chairs near me to see if someone had left a program on the floor. I turned to the south, noticing some papers on the floor. A woman had come through the chairs from the north and was heading to the south, passing me to the east. Just as she passed, i started to stand up to grab something from the south of me. I had a glass of water in my left hand, and i spilled some of it on the floor. The young boy, who had been following the woman, stopped in surprise. He opened his mouth in shock and complained to the woman that i had gotten water on her. I looked down to the east to see the woman’s left leg still to the east of me as she walked. She had a pair of tight pants on and was wearing red plastic sandals. As she lifted her foot up to take another step, i noticed that the water i had spilled had gotten in her sandal. I felt suddenly bad and told the woman i was sorry for splashing her. She paused for a moment, but then moved on. I headed to the east, but the other man was still to the east of me. I looked at him as he said something to me. He had light red hair and a young face. I smiled as i greeted him, not quite sure what to say. I remembered seeing him before from somewhere else, but i was not quite sure where. He seemed interested in me, and i felt interested in meeting him. I noticed that he was wearing a tank top, and i could see the nice detail in his arms and shoulder muscles. He had a nice build. He also had fur along his shoulders, but it was not enough to bother me. I sat on the western side of the table and chatting with him for a moment. He stared intently at me as he smiled. He seemed to have glasses, and i told him that i had thought that i had seen him somewhere else. He nodded, saying that he was not sure, but that we might have met. It felt good to talk to him, but i remembered that $F45 was in the audience to the northwest of me. I wondered if he would come to say hello to me. This would be interruptive, so i hoped that he did not do it. I talked to the man about the show, glancing back to the dancers on the stage. They were now doing a slow dance, which was not as interesting. This show was not a professional dance group. It seemed more like a local group that was putting on an unprofessional show. I commented on the show to the other man. I then noticed that the slow dance had disinterested the audience, and they were starting to leave. I saw groups of people standing up on the western side of the seats and start walking to the east, toward the central aisle. They then turned and headed to the south. I realized that $A623 had also stood up with some of the people and was heading out. I hoped that she did not seem me as i talked to the man. I turned back to the man, nervous that $A623 would interrupt me. The table was now near the eastern wall of the room, and several other people had approached us from the east. They were friends of the man i had been talking to. One of the men was standing on something tall to the east, and it seemed that he had just climbed over the eastern wall of the room. I wondered suddenly of these men were teammates of the man i had been talking to. The new man to the east had dark skin and short sheared hair. He was wearing only a black stretch swim suit and a pair of shoes. The others moved around the table. They seemed to be in sportswear as well. The dark-skinned man sat on the eastern side of the table, but i could still see his entire body, as if he was sitting above the table. He put his feet on the eastern edge of the table. He was wearing heavy black leather dress shoes. Some of the other men now surrounding the table seemed to be attractively built. I suddenly realized that five people had come to the table, but one of them was standing to the north. I was now sitting on the southern side of the table, and the red-headed man was sitting to the north. There had been only five chairs at the table, so i must have taken the seat of one of these men. I felt suddenly uncomfortable and started to adjust my chair. The man to the west of the table shifted his chair to the northwest to make more room for the man who was standing. I chatted with the others for a moment, feeling anxious with them. I was not quite part of the their group. I was then wandering to the east with the others. Three of them walked ahead, but i walked slowly with the man with the red hair, chatting to him. As he turned to continue to the east, i noticed a few bugs in his hair on the back of his head. His reddish hair was longer now, and the sun had bleached it to almost blond. The bugs were clustered near the back of his head. This seemed very strange, and i watched the black bugs for a moment as he walked ahead of me. Another man was walking to the south of me. I thought that the red-headed man must use honey in his hair, which would attract the bugs. I glanced at the other man to the south, who was smiling at me. The bugs seemed very strange, so i pointed out to the red-headed man, saying that the bugs were yellow jackets. He looked at me as i spoke, but then continued to the southeast, as if he had not noticed. I took a steep to the east, following behind him, but i suddenly realized that something was buzzing on the ground near me. I looked down and saw a swarm of wasps coming up from the green grass on the ground. I felt worried about them and tried to get out of the way so that they did not sting me.
The others were fixing something to the north of me, and they were gathered around it. They seemed to be doing carpentry. I was not helping them, and i wondered what i should do. I glanced at the man in the blue denim overalls for a moment. He was standing to the north of the flat wooden object, near the eastern side of the surface. He had short black hair. Anxious, i wandered to the east a little, looking at some of the other things in the shed. The flat wooden surface that they had been working on seemed to be a counter in the northern wall of the room. I could see the man through a small window in the northern wall. I looked to the east, playing with the things that were on the counter, to the east of the window. A sink seemed to be in the counter, and something that looked like stereo equipment seemed to be on the counter where the skink was. I touched several parts of the equipment with my left hand, trying to figure out what they were. I flipped several of the leavers that were on the southern face of the stereo. I then noticed the rounded object on top. The top of the stereo seemed to be a phonograph player, but a spherical black object was on top of the phonograph platform. I picked it up and looked it over. I realized that it was an old CB radio. With my right hand, i turned up the volume on the stereo a little to try to hear the CB. I could hear people talking on the radio, but i could not hear what they were saying. I wanted the person to the north to see what i had found. I pretended to discover the CB radio again, and took time to turn it on, pretending that i was trying to figure it out. The person did not notice me, though, but i knew that he was watching me through the window. I turned several of the knobs on the stereo, but i could not get the volume back up. I could not hear what the people on the CB radio were talking about. I moved to the east a little, playing with some of the other instruments here. I flipped a switch, but then heard a hissing sound. I focused on the piece of equipment that was on the counter to the east of the stereo. A cylindrical clear plastic container stood on thin metal legs, and a tall glass rod ran up the center of it. The rod was filled with red liquid, like a thermometer, but the liquid was now spraying out the top of the rod. It was spraying to the southeast, hitting the wall of the plastic container. I realized that the instrument was a barometer. I must have turned up the pressure too much. I felt annoyed and upset that i had broken the equipment. I realized that the liquid had only sprayed into the plastic container, which was a good thing. I then noticed that the spray was near the top edge of the eastern side of the container. I hoped that none of the red liquid spilled out of the barometer. I headed back to the west a little, hoping that i did not break anything, and feeling embarrassed that i had done something wrong. I then noticed that the right shoulder of my denim jacket had splatters of pink spray over it. I felt annoyed by this. I walked back to the east to do some other things, but i noticed the bright pink spray pattern on the wall to the northeast of the weather equipment. I then noticed the black piece of paper that ran between the two wooden desks to the north of me, connecting the counter that the weather equipment was on with the old wooden desk to the east. The black paper was covered with pink spray. I hoped that i did not damage too many things with the pink paint, but i thought that it was good that the black paper protected the surfaces of the desks. I then noticed some of the things on the shelfs on the north wall, above the desks. I looked over the items there, finding them interesting. The shelfs seemed to be made of single planks of wood that were held up by thin metal arms, which connected to the wall.
12012 October 31
I felt uncomfortable in this room. I had been traveling with my relatives, and i had come to this place with my grandmother. I stood in the center of the room, which seemed to be crowded with furnishings. My grandmother was somewhere to the northeast of me. The large family, who seemed to live here, came in as a group from the hallway to the east. The hallway entered the northern side of the room, but the southern wall of the hallway ran a third of the way into the room. The northern wall of the corridor met with a western wall that was about two meters long and ran to the northern wall, making the northern side of the room smaller than the main section to the south. The mother of the family entered first. She was shorter than the rest, with curly graying hair and a bright conservative dress. The family seemed as though they were from a seventies television show, and i felt uncomfortable being here with them. They were all very friendly, but it seemed to hide some fears and traditions that they had. I wondered suddenly if they would dislike me because i was homosexual. I thought that i would have to ignore the people if they started acting bigoted. Someone then said something, and i turned my attention to the west. Some of the older brothers from the family were now standing on the western side of the room, just to the south of the corridor. One of them had an electric guitar strapped high across his chest, and another was sitting behind a drum set in the northwestern corner of the room. They were about to play some songs. I felt interested in this. I looked around the room, noticing my mother sitting to the northeast of me, just to the east of the aisle that i was standing in. I then noticed the black electric guitar that was resting on a counter on the northern wall of the room. It looked like a Gibson guitar, and i felt interested in it. I mentioned the guitar to someone as i walked up the aisle from the center of the room to get a closer look. As i approached, i could see four thick strings running from the bridge on the body of the guitar. It was actually a bass guitar. The strings started at a regular distance apart near the bottom of the guitar, but seemed to fan out as they reached the head. This seemed strange. It would make it harder to play on the neck. The strings were actually suspended in the air above the neck of the guitar, fanning out to the sides of the instrument. This seemed very strange. I looked more closely at the body of the guitar, noticing now that it was covered with small labels. It was actually a digital projection. The labels looked like LCD logos from a display screen, and i thought that the instrument only looked like a guitar. It must have been some kind of keyboard. I looked up to the north, seeing a V-shaped red and white guitar hanging from the wall. Many instruments were hanging from this part of the room, and i was interested in them. I wondered if any of them were good guitars. As i looked around the room to the south of me, i realized just how cluttered it was with furnishing and things. It seemed more like a secondhand store than a house. I still felt that it was a house, even though i wanted it to be a store where i could buy things. I moved to the south a little, heading down the main aisle, which ran from the eastern end of the corridor to the southern end of the room. As i started to pass the entrance to the corridor to the west, the woman came out of the corridor from the west. She was the mother of the family that lived here. She greeted me, and i said hello back to her. She seemed stern but friendly, and i still did not feel comfortable around her. She walked around the eastern side of me and headed north, up the aisle to the northern end of the room. A young boy then ran up the central aisle from the south and stopped just to the north of me. He started talking to the younger woman, who was still talking to the mother. The young boy greeted the older woman as he tipped his weight from foot to foot. The younger woman, who was now standing to the southeast of the boy, told the boy that he had urinated his pants. The boy did not seem to understand, so the woman stated it again. It seemed strange that the boy would not notice. I then felt something cold and wet down the back of my pants. I thought that i had farted and accidentally dripped liquid out of my anus. This seemed very strange, but i felt suddenly concerned about it. I thought about the young boy and wondered if there was any connection to what i had done. I started to feel very uncomfortable here and decided that i had to go to the bathroom. I was not sure where to go, even though i knew that the bathroom was at the southern end of the room. I headed to the west, back down the corridor. I wondered if the bathroom could be in this direction. I noticed an indentation in the southern wall ahead of me, so i walked to the west to see if it was another bathroom. The corridor opened up just past the indentation into an entry hall. I could now see that the indentation was actually a window leading outside. The bright diffuse light shined in through the window. It also shined in through the windows in the northern wall, to the east of the entry door. I had come from this hall earlier. Disappointed that there was no bathroom here, i headed back to the east. I turned to the south in the main room and headed toward the bathroom, feeling very unsure and uncomfortable here.