ZUDEMA

11998 December 01

I was floating down the river on the small boat. There were two other boats ahead of me. It was dark, but i could see the others in front of me. There seemed to be an orangish light illuminating the narrow river. I paddled my boat down the river. I seemed to be moving rather quickly as i paddled. I thought that i might pass the other two people. I thought that i might be in a race, and that i could pull ahead. I tried paddling harder, but i did not seem to be gaining on the other boats. They were keeping ahead of me. I then realized that the man on the boat to my right realized what i was doing and paddled harder himself. Both of them started to move faster than i. I started to feel worried. I did not know where i was. I knew that i had only a little distance to travel on the river, but i did not know to where i was going. I thought about my aunt’s cottage on the river and how i could get to it. I thought about how fast i was traveling and thought that it was because i was traveling with the current. I knew that it must have been difficult to paddle up river, but this section was easy. I thought that i should go on a boat trip with $F12. We could be driven up the river and paddle back to the cottage. I then passed under the highway overpass. I seemed to be in an area that was not part of the main river. I paddled down the narrow channel. I did not see the other boats with me any more. I wondered to where i should be going. The area around me seemed swampy, and had several pipes crossing the water. At times, there did not seem to be any water in the channel. I felt as though i had to paddle back to the place where there was water. The area seemed dangerous, as if it were part of a plant. I moved over the muddy ground of the water channel, watching the marsh grass at the edge of the channel as i passed. The area around me seemed crisscrossed with many channels. I then noticed the red pipe coming from the left. It ran out into the center of the channel and then turned down. The end of it was yellow, and it seemed as though it were a high power conduit. The end seemed to be wrapped with yellow wires, as though it were for generating some type of field. I was weary of the structure as i passed. I then rounded the corner to the right, noticing the channel of water ahead of me. I was happy to see water again and headed for it. I then decided that i should go ashore and bring my boat back to the house. I walked over the green grass on the bank of the water way. I could see the complex tangle of canals. I was in the back yard of a factory. I hoped that i was not trespassing. I had to get my boat ashore and get back to town. I lifted the green canoe out of the water and carried it towards the town. There seemed to be old brick buildings all around me, with many connecting structures overhead. I wondered how i could get through them. I knew that i had to carry the canoe out to the main street so that i could get it home. I came to the small paved parking lot between the buildings. The buildings stood on the west and north side of the lot, with one partially blocking the south side on the west. To the east was another structure which seemed to boarder a hill. The grassy hill ran northeast, and had a structure of green iron beams running across it. I carried the canoe over my shoulder as i looked for a way up the hill. I thought that it might lead to the parking lot. I knew that the area of marshy channels was to the northeast of me. I then noticed a metal ladder which scaled the side of the structure. It seemed to lead to a small square hole in the ceiling. I could see the sky through the hole. I realized that the ladder, however, was tipped away from the wall, and would be hard to climb with the canoe over my left shoulder. I then saw the set of stairs to the north. They seemed to run up to the top of the platform. I climbed them, but discovered that the building had fallen into disrepair. There was no deck on the structure, and it seemed to only stretch around the front of the building. I would not be able to carry the canoe across it. I did not know what to do. I backed down the stairs and looked around the parking lot. $F15 was unpacking things from his car in the parking lot. I told him that i would go get the canoe and bring it back. I walked up the hill. I picked up the shallow green canoe and turned to head back. I realized that the hill was very steep and quite a bit higher than the parking lot. I could see $F15 moving around in the lot below. The river ran down the hill to the east, and there was a road that ran down on the west side. I started to head to the south, down the hill. There was an area of grass which was cut. It acted as a path down the first part of the hill. There seemed to be one-level apartment building to the west, on the top of the hill. I started down the hill, following the narrow path of cut grass between the end of the buildings and the rocky hill. It seemed grey and rainy outside. I then walked down the hill, and it was a bright sunny day. I could see the creek flowing down the hill to the east, with a rolling hillside of cut grass in front of it. I thought that i could walk down the grass for a more interesting walk, but did not know if it would be easier than the path that i was on. I could still see $F15 moving around in the lot. He was wearing blue denim pants and a white tee shirt. I then paused, realizing that there was loose ground in front of me. I had to step down to the next part of the hill, but there was dirty snow below me. I thought that it was rather warm for the snow and that it was probably slush. I knew that if i stepped on it i would sink through. There seemed to be a very short wall running to my right. Water was flowing on the other side of the wall. I thought that it was coming from the melting snow. The grey snow would be dangerous to walk on. I thought that i should have taken the path on the west side of the wall. I pulled the dull yellow surfboard off of my left shoulder and used it to prod the snow. It was very soft. I could not walk on it because i would sink in. I looked to the east and realized that i would not be able to walk along the edge of the creek because it was too steep. There seemed to be water falls in the creek. I then looked to the west. The road, which led down the hill, seemed to run several metres away. I thought that i should have taken the road to get down. I stood up and walked down the road. I seemed to be on flat land. There was a country house to the south. The road ran east to west, and i was heading west. $F20 was walking in front of me. I said hello to him. It felt good to see him again. It seemed as thought it had been a long time. The house to the south seemed very quaint and picturesque. It seemed to be a stone cottage with a thatch roof and flowers in the window potters. Everything seemed very stereotyped. I was then in a corridor which ran east to west. I knew that i was in the apartment complex. I liver here, but i was not near my apartment. I could hear the people to the south of me as they stood in the doorway of the apartment talking. I knew that the apartment was for sale. The place seemed very familiar. I walked into the apartment, remembering that it used to be inhabited by the tenant who acted as building supervisor. I knew that he had moved. I walked into the large open space. It seemed very similar to my apartment. For a moment, i thought that it might be mine. The living room was large and white. It had white walls and ceiling and a white carpet on the floor. The ceiling was very tall and stretched two floors up. The place was very familiar and almost convinced me that i was in my old apartment. I was facing north in the living room. There was a corridor to the east on the south side of the room, to my right, which led back out of the apartment. Above me, on the second floor to the east, was the bedroom. It overlooked the living room through a wide opening in the wall. I then thought that this must have been the apartment that i lived in with my family when i was younger. I knew that this was the same apartment complex. I got excited thinking about it, but then remembered that we had lived in building seven, apartment four. I walked out of the apartment, looking to the west as i rounded the corridor to head to the main door. I could see the bedroom to my left. It was the master bedroom, but i thought that the children’s bedroom was just beyond it, down the hall. The place seemed very familiar. I then followed a person down the hall. I could hear singing from the next room. As i moved down the hall, i could see the choir dressed in red and yellow robes. They were singing gospel music. I knew that it was the latest influence on pop music. I wished that i had known that gospel would be such a strong influence. I thought that i could have written songs in it before it became too popular. I listened to the singers. The song had a good rhythm, but had gospel influences.

11998 December 02

I was on the lower floor of the house. I knew that $A236 was upstairs. He was doing something, and i was suspicious of him. I walked up the stairs and looked into the room in the center of the building. $A236 was setting bombs in the building. I watched him for a while as he worked on one of the small metal boxes. They were nuclear detonators. I asked him if he knew what the trigger for the bob was. I did not trust him, and did not want the bombs going off, but i did not know what to do. I felt helpless, and worried that he would explode the bombs in the house. I looked down at the small computer screen that i held in my hands. It showed a small picture of an exploding nuclear bomb. I knew that it was describing the effects of the blast. I read the part on the tablet which described the height of the dust plume. I looked at the figures for the explosion from 4000 to 8700 metres into the air. There was something wrong. The bomb had not gone off when they should have. I realized that i could still do something about the blast. I walked back downstairs, thinking that i had to stop $A236 from exploding the devices. I picked up the telephone in the kitchen of my parents’ house and dialed “911”. I realized, however, that i would not be able to talk to them, as $A236 would hear. I knew that he was standing at the top of the back stairs in my parents’ house, near where i was on the telephone. He would be able to hear me and would come after me. I then heard the woman’s voice on the other end of the telephone. I quickly told her what was wrong. $A236 then came down the stairs and tried to attack me. I fought him off as he tried to grab me. I ran upstairs and into the room where the bombs were. I thought that i had to find the detonator and get rid of it before $A236 came back up, but i could not find it. I then realized that $A236 had spread the explosive fuel around the room. The small blue rectangular packages looked like plastic explosives, but i knew that they were really nuclear fuel. $A236 then charged at me. I hit him all at once and he fell to the ground. I then saw the detonator in the center of the room. I thought that i had to get it away from the fuel to prevent the explosion. I thought that i might be able to throw it out of the window. I wondered whether i had time to get it outside and far enough away from the fuel.

I walked down the back stairs of my parents’ house and into the back room. It seemed to be late in the morning, and i had just gotten out of bed. I then noticed that there was a car in the driveway. I was not fully dressed and thought that i should not answer the door. I then realized that i was carrying my tee shirt in my right hand. I quickly turned around and ran back up the stairs, so that no one would be able to see me through the window in the door. I then saw the young boy at the door. He was wearing a dark blue sweatshirt and had red hair. He knocked on the door. I did not reply. I waited near the top of the steps for him to leave. Then i heard him playing with the door know. He was trying to get in. I was worried and thought that i should get the license number of the blue truck. I tried to look out the window of the small bedroom to see the truck when i noticed that the boy had backed away from the door. I wondered what to do. I did not want to let them hang around the house. I thought that i should call the police. I then looked out the window again to see where the boy was. I could not see him. I then heard the door of the house open. I realized that he must have picked the locks. I looked down to the kitchen door and noticed my mother coming into the kitchen. I ran down to the kitchen to tell her what had happened. When i got there, she was no longer in the room. I looked around and noticed that the door to the bathroom on the other side of the dining room was closed. As i started to approach the bathroom door, she stepped out. She asked my why i did not do any of the laundry. I told her that i had not been downstairs yet. Then i thought that i must have been in the kitchen to eat breakfast. I did not feel hungry.

11998 December 03

I left the small building on the back road in the country and headed home. There was someone observing me as i started down the road. I moved over the road as i came to the corner. I took the road which turned to the right, heading up the hill and around the corner through the sparse woods. I knew that this road led back to my parents’ house. There was another corner just a little way up the hill which again veered off to the left. It was the road to my parents’ house, but, as i started to turn onto it with my bicycle, i remembered that i had wanted to find out where the road on which i was traveling came out. I knew that it came out somewhere beyond my parents’ house, to the west, but i could not remember where. I knew that i could take it and then head back to the house on the other road. I started up the dirt road that went up hill from the intersection. There seemed to be a steep hill that dropped off to my left. At the bottom was a creek. It seemed like early spring outside. I thought that the water in the stream might be from melting snow. As i approached the top of the hill, i remembered that it had rained earlier, and that the road might be flooded. I then came to the area where a stream crossed the road from the left. I could cross over it, but i remembered that, farther down the road, there would be spots that i could not travel over. I turned around and looked over the landscape. There was a large shallow lake between the rocky outcroppings of dark stone. I could see the road ahead of me stretching to the east-northeast. There was water on both sides of it. The road was a narrow strip of land where the water had not covered. It was ashen bedrock, and faded under the surface of the water in the distance. I spoke to the person to my right about the water. It seemed that the water was still rising. I then realized that the road on which i was standing was starting to get covered with water. I turned and started walking back down the path. The water crept around my feet as i tried not to get wet. I then hopped to my left, to the south side of the gorge. I turned around and looked at the light brown rocks on the north side of the gorge. The water in the stream flowed down the stream below me, in a narrow channel between the rocks. $A17 stood to my right as i asked why the water was rising. I thought that someone must have opened the dam on the other side of the reservoir. I then thought about the statement and wondered why that would make the water rise in the lake. I looked to the right, down the gorge to the east, to see the water pouring over a small stone falls. The volume of water seemed to be increasing. I then looked back across the gorge to see the flat path on which i had been walking. The stream ran over it now. I thought that maybe the person was closing the gates of the dam which made the lake level higher. Then i thought that the dam was being opened and the water from the spill was flowing down the gorge. I spoke to $A17 about this. I then looked down the gorge to the west, noticing that there was the back wall of an old wooden row boat floating on the water. It was heading against the current, however. I asked $A17 how the boat could be moving against the flow of the water. Just then, the boat slipped under a small waterfall in front of us. The increased flow of water in the gorge submerged it under the fall. I backed away from the gorge a little. I then noticed that there was half of a guitar on the other shore of the gorge. It stood upright, the inside ribs of the body exposed and three large tuning screws on the left half of the head. I pointed it out to $A17, and wondered how i could get it. I looked at the tuning screws and thought that they seemed rather large for a guitar. I then thought that the instrument might be a bass, but realized that there were three on this half, which would make six on the whole instrument. It had to be a guitar. I looked around the short cliffs on the other side of the gorge and noticed the other half of the guitar. There was long dry grass growing on top of the short cliffs along the other side of the stream. Then we both turned around and headed back towards the house, which was on the south shore of the gorge. It was $A17’s house. I had been visiting her. I turned around as i stepped into the house and looked out the large picture window. It was raining outside and the large rock patio that stretched from her house to the gorge was wet. I noticed a guitar case at the edge of the rock, propped up against a dark leafless tree. I thought that there was a guitar in it, but i realized that it probably belonged to $A17. There were other people in the room talking with us. I spoke to them for a while, but felt as though i should be doing something.

11998 December 04

I woke up suddenly in the dark apartment. Something felt wrong. I got up and wandered through the halls and rooms of the place. The lights were dim and flickering, as though the power was intermittent. I knew that something was wrong and i felt nervous. I wondered what it could be. The room seemed dingy, as though it were intended to be scary. I then spotted a man standing out side of the back window of the house. The window was on the other side of the large room from me. He was posed with his hands near his head. A flash of light then filled the room and i realized that he had taken a picture of the house. I wondered whether he would be able to see inside of the room. I thought that the flash would reflect off of the glass and blind him to the room. I hoped that he would not be able to see me. I backed into the dimly lighted room, out of view of the man. I then noticed that there was a window to my left, on the front of the house. I could see another man standing in the front yard. I was worried about what they were doing. I then realized that the lights were on in the room where i was. He would be able to see me. I had to turn the lights off. I fumbled with the switch on the side of the lamp, but it was not working correctly. The lights flickered, but did not go off. I was panicked and wondered what to do as i ran from the room. I came into the kitchen, which was full of people. I could hear the sound of a baby crying from somewhere in the room. This did not seem right. I then noticed my grandmother arranging something in one of the cupboards. She was fixing things again. All of the people seemed to be talking, as though at a very loud party. I thought that they were making too much noise. The people outside would hear. I ran from the room and went back into my bedroom. There was a small blonde girl sitting on the edge of the bed as i entered the room. She said that there was too much noise for her out in the house so she had come in here. She laid down and curled up on the corner of the bed. I felt protective of her and pet her side as she got comfortable. I pulled the blanket up around her face. I thought that it looked like a cocoon. I pet her side through the blanket and watched her for a moment. I knew that she would be all right. I then thought that her cocoon looked egyptian. It seemed like a mummy wrapping. I thought that it was the splendor of the pharaohs. Then i noticed the boats moving over the horizon to the east. They were sailing over the desert sands with large white sails. I thought that it was part of a sea parade to honour the dead. It was part of the egyptian funeral rite. They were moving the body of the dead to a different temple. It was their way of letting the body see the world around them. I knew that this was just the story, though, and that they were really hiding the body from thieves by shuffling it around from site to site until no one knew where it was really held. I looked over the large domed temples to the northeast. I could see the line of people in the parade as they turned the corner and passed around the front of the temple. I was on the bow of one of the sailing ships as we sailed over the dry desert sand. There were several large brown rocks which stuck out from the floor of the desert. The boat swerved around them as we fled from the others. The men were following us, though, and we had to get away. I looked up to see the black power lines across the sky in front of us. I thought that we would have to lower the sails so that they did not get caught in the lines. I imagined the sails coming down as the boat started up the hill. I wondered whether the boat had enough momentum to carry it up the hill. We were then outside of the ship, pushing it over the snow, up the hill. The road on which we were traveling seemed narrow, and there was a cliff which fell down to the left. The men were still following us, and i felt anxious to escape. $F4 was pushing the boat with me. I ran around the left side of the small building that we had been pushing up the road and looked at the road ahead. There was an area where a waterfall showered down on the cliff side of the road. The water had eroded the out side of the road, however. I imagined that the ship might fall over the waterfall and crash on the road below. I realized that where was no ship in falls, however. I walked along the edge of the eroded road, looking off the side of the cliff. I was slightly afraid of the height. I tried to walk back around the building, but there too many rocks on the ground near it. There were also several pine trees brushing against the building. I could not go forward, and we would not be able to move the house any farther. I thought that we would have to go back. I then realized that the boat was missing. I wondered whether $F5 had taken it with him. I looked around the corner of the road and could see the bad guys coming in the other boat. They were almost right on top of me. To my surprise, they sailed past me and down the road. I started to wonder where our boat had gone. I hid around the corner of a rock as the other boat passed. One of the men on the boat spotted us, however, and we had to flee again. I can across the road toward the houses on the other side. I ran between the houses, thinking that i should escape into the woods on the other side. I looked back and noticed that the other person who was with me had stopped between the houses. I yelled to him, but he would not move. One of the apes from Planet of the Apes then ran over to the other man and captured him. I turned and crept down the corridor between the two buildings. It seemed like an old alley and was very dingy. I tried to be silent so that no one knew that i was there. I then looked down as i crept along the ceiling of the hallway. I could see the others searching below me. The floor of the hall was covered with white linoleum tile, and seemed like an old school or office building. I stopped so as not to make any excessive noises as the others passed me. I leaned to the side and started walking along the damp stone of the walls. I thought that it was very easy to walk on the walls. I grabbed onto a large metal water pipe which was against the stone wall of the alley and started to climb down it. I looked down the hall to see some people walking towards me. I could not let them see me, so i ducked behind the pipe. They walked past without noticing me. After they passed, looked down the corridor to check that all was clear, but saw some more people coming. I would not be able to hide behind the pipe any more, so i scurried into the space between several large boxes on the side of the corridor. The floor of the corridor seemed to have water on it, and the light was very dim. As they passed, i realized that the lights in the corridor were on. They should not be. I tried to turn them off so that it would be easier for me to hide, but the switch near me did not work. I ran away from the entrance to the hall, to the other light switch. I looked over the switch and saw that it was really two switches right next to each other. I quickly turned off both switches and ran down the corridor towards the opening at the far end. I could not yet run out into the city street because them might see me. I would have to hide for a moment longer. There was a doorway off of the corridor, though, which led into the interior of one of the buildings. I could see the white tile floor inside. A janitor then passed into my view from down the corridor. He was cleaning the school at the end of the day. I knew that he would spot me in the corridor if i stayed there. I quickly ran away from the street and into the darkness of the corridor. I came out in the middle of the school, where the class rooms were. I walked into one of the class rooms. It was the room where speech therapy was taught. The teacher at the desk spotted me, but i was not afraid of her. I knew that she was friendly. She had helped me before. She was wearing a white button-up shirt and had short black hair and wide glasses. She glanced around for a moment and then told me that it was safe to enter the room. I ran into the room and around the side, staying low so as to hide behind the desks. I had to hide. I then noticed the guitars in the room. I wanted to play one of them, but i knew that it was restricted for humans to play instruments. Only the apes were allowed to play the instruments. I thought that i could show the teacher that it was possible for a human to play the instrument. I then realized that the janitor had walked past the door to the room. He spotted me. I backed up, but hit the plastic guitar which was leaning up against one of the desks. The strings hummed as i brushed them.

11998 December 05

I left the other people in the living room of the one-level house and ran down the long corridor. I was moving along the outside wall of the house. I could see the others inside as i approached them from the south. I was to their east, on the outside of the building. I could see the man who was looking for me scanning the room. I thought that i would have to be careful as i walked past the windows so that he could not see my shadow on the bluish-aqua curtains. The outside wall of the stucco house was creamy blue. I quickly sneaked past the large picture window and headed towards the end of the building, where the garage was. I would have to head home. It seemed as though i was leaving $F4 and $A42 inside. I then noticed that it was lightly raining outside. The sky seemed grey. I stopped under the overhang from the garage roof and looked up the driveway. I could not leave yet. I felt as though i had to use the toilet. I turned around and walked back into the hall of the building. The hall seemed as though it was part of a public building. The walls of the hall were dull yellow, and trimmed with darkly stained wood. I walked to the west, into the bathroom. There seemed to be several other people in the bathroom as i walked into the stall on the right side of the room. I then noticed a woman to my right as i sat down on the toilet. She was helping her child use the small toilet in the adjoining stall. I then wondered whether it was intrusive of me to be using the toilet so close to them. I remembered that our society liked to keep such things enclosed. I thought that i should try to close the wooden door between the woman any myself. Then i realized that the woman was getting up to leave. She walked out and i realized that i could see out into the main hall through her stall. I thought that i should close the door so that the people in the hall would not be upset that they could see me going to the bathroom. I pulled the large, stained, wooden door closed. I then realized that there were several other people in the stall. They were helping me clean up. I looked into the toilet bowl and realized that i had not yet flushed. I could see several turds around the edge of the bowl. It seemed rather messy. I then realized that someone had tried to clean up the room and had placed several paper towels in the toilet. I knew that they would not flush. I thought that the paper towels were probably causing the mess by blocking the toilet. I pulled some of them out of the toilet and placed them in the large garbage can. I was upset that i would have to clean up after the others.

11998 December 06

I was in the auditorium of the school as the younger children collected. I was to be part of the play. They wanted me to set up some of the lights. I stood on the stage looking out at the square balcony which surrounded the lower room. I knew that we would need lights along the back walls so that we could illuminate the center aisle when some of the actors came down it. I thought about running the wire for the lights along the railing of the balcony towards the stage. I could then throw the plugs into the upper edge of the stage and run them back to the light board. I suddenly found myself on the balcony. The auditorium seemed to be in $P7. There were younger students on the balcony as i made my way to the center of the room. It felt strange to be around them. I walked to the edge of the balcony and looked over at the lights that were set along the edge. I wondered how i was to check them if i was not able to turn them on. The controls to turn them on were behind the stage. I then noticed that the two lights to my right were on. They seemed to be sodium lamps, glowing a purplish-orange. The lights then went out and came back on. I realized that the young children back stage did not know how to run the lights. They were simply playing around. I looked to my left and noticed that the other two lights had come on as well. I decided that all of the lights worked and did not need to be hooked up. I was on stage again, talking to the teacher who was running the play. It seemed like $A57. I told her that all of the lights on the balcony seemed to be working. I was still unsure about the lights against the back wall, however. I counted the lights on the balcony as i spoke and told her that there were nine lights. I then thought that this number was high. I only remembered checking four lights. I tried to count the lights across the balcony, but seemed to be having difficulty. They looked like stand-up lamps, with the round bulbs exposed. I then noticed that there was one which was not lit on the left side of the center part of the balcony. I wondered whether i had counted it before. I tried counting again but counted eight. I was confused as to where all of the extra lights came from. I decided that i should go back to the light booth in the theatre and try to figure out what was happening. I walked to stage left, to the east, and towards the back of the stage. There was an old set of wooden stairs that ascended up to the booth. The stage seemed very dirty, and i thought that the school at $P4 was like that. There seemed to be loose clumps of hay on the wooden stage. I walked up the old stairs, making my way though the group of young children who were playing on the stairs. The upper level of the stage seemed poorly built, as if it were part of a barn. The walls were thin and made of wood. I could see outside through the cracks between the boards. There was an opening to the south which looked out over the roof of the building. I could see my grandfather standing in front of a grey metal console. It was the light controls. He must have wanted to check them out to see how they worked. The children kept running around between us. I then noticed that it was raining outside. The light control panel was on the roof and would be getting wet. I thought that it was strange for the console to be on the roof. I wondered how someone would know what was going on if they could not see the stage. I asked the children to get inside because i thought that they should not be getting wet in the rain. I then looked to the south, out over the flat fields of the countryside. There were very few buildings on the land. Most of it was covered with greyish-brown field grass. It seemed like a rainy autumn day. I then noticed the dark rain cloud in the distance. It had a vertical column that reached down to the ground. I thought that it was a very heavy rain shower, but then i realized that it was a very large tornado. I told the children to get inside, but they did not want to listen to me. They wanted to continue playing on the roof. I grabbed the one in the blue tee shirt and said, “Get the fuck inside. Now!” I told them that there was a tornado coming and that they should all take cover. I then called to my grandfather to come in. He turned around and stared at me. He was upset and did not want to listen to me. I told him that there was a tornado coming. He sat down something in front of the console and continued to look at me. He did not seem to be aware of what was going on. I was worried about him, but did not think that i could get him to follow me. I looked out to the south again and noticed that the tornado was getting closer to us. It was heading directly for us. I asked him to follow me, but he did not seem to want to follow. I decided that i could not make him follow me, so i ran back down the wooden stairs and across the stage. There did not seem to be anyone in the theatre any more. I wondered how they had all cleared out so quickly. I thought that i should get down into the basement of the building. I worried that i might not have time to run all the way to the front of the building and down the stairs. I had to find someplace to hide that was protected from the weather. I could hear the storm coming outside. I ran across the theatre and into the front hall. I looked around the front of the hall. There was a man who walked into a door at the south wall of the hall. I started to follow him when i realized that the door led into one of the offices. I backed out and let the glass door close in front of me. I felt a little embarrassed that i did not know my way around the building any more. I knew that it had been a long time, however, since i had been in the building. They had redesigned things a little. I turned to the west and looked for the stairway down. I thought that i should be able to hide in the stairway, but then decided that it would not be a safe place. It the tornado brought the rest of the building down. I would be under the main section of it. Since the building was stone, i thought that it might be dangerous to be trapped under it. I ran out from the stairwell and into the cafeteria in the basement. I wondered how much time i had until the tornado hit. It seemed like it should have hit by now.

11998 December 07

I had been cleaning out the office for $G2. I was in the main room where all of the cubicles were, moving things from the room out into the hall. There were several containers of animals that i had to move from one place to the other. I did not mind moving most of them, but there was a clear plastic container with the crocodile in it. It belonged to $A14. I had to get all of the animals into their new place, but i was afraid to move the crocodile. I thought about how an alligator is not as aggressive as a crocodile. Then the other person was in front of me. I spoke to him. I carefully moved some of the other animals out into the hall, where they were to stay. I then spoke to $F1. We were in a car moving down the road. It seemed that i had just woken up. I thought that i must have fallen asleep in the car. I would have to drive back. $F12 was in the car with me. He had driven to where we were. I started driving, but was unsure of how we came. We were in a city where the streets were rather narrow, and the buildings seemed old. They were made of brick, and seemed to have plants growing in window trays. I came to an intersection in the road and realized that i could not go straight. There was a car on the opposite side of the intersection. It had just come off of the arched green bridge. There was a black sign in front of me which had white helvetica letters on it. It said that there was a detour. I asked $F12 where we had come from. I told him that i thought that i was going the wrong way. He said that i was not. He pointed out that the detour was only for one direction of traffic. I realized that we could have come from over the bridge, even though we could not go back across it. I turned right and followed the detour. There seemed to be a line of trees along the side of the road between the road and the water that flowed under the bridge. I then came to another bridge. There was another detour sign at the second bridge. I decided to take that one as well. We ended up in a large parking lot in front of a small store. It still seemed as though we were in a city. I started talking to $F12 as we sat in the car. He was in the back seat, so i leaned back from the driver’s seat to talk to him. I put my arm up along the back of the seat. I felt attracted to him. I then remembered that the crocodile was under the passenger’s seat. I looked down and noticed that $F12 had knocked the container with his feet. I told him about the crocodile in the container and told him not to bump it. I was then on the outside of the car, standing by the passenger’s side. The car was a light blue Beetle. We were unpacking the car. I was still worried about the crocodile. My mother was helping us unpack the car. I looked into the back of the car and noticed the small plastic bag which contained the crocodile. It was sitting on the top of a pile of folded clothing. The clothing seemed to be light pastel colours. I thought that it was probably very hungry by now. It had been packed up for quite some time. The crocodile was angry, and was breaking out of its case. I pulled my mother away from the car as the crocodile fell out onto the ground, but she panicked and started stumbling around near the car. She stumbled towards the crocodile and stepped across the base of its tail. I grabbed her by the arm and tried to pull her away.

I was in the fraternity house with the other brother. He was having relational problems with his girl friend. We were in a small bedroom, and i felt concerned for him. Another brother then came into the room. He had come down from his room on the upper floor of the house. He said that the woman was in his room complaining. The two brothers grumbled about the woman as i wondered what i should do. I turned around and walked into the dining room of $P19. There was a small chalk board hanging on the side wall of the room. I looked at it and realized that the name of the brother to whom i had been talking was not on the board, so i picked up the piece of chalk and wrote his name in the middle of the board. There were others names already written on the board. I then wondered why the brother’s name had been erased from the board. I wondered whether it had something to do with his girl friend being mad at him. I was standing in the hallway of $P19, on the first floor in front of the main stairs. Three girls then came into the back door of the house. I did not know who they were, and i felt uncomfortable having them in the house. They did not seem to belong there. I asked them if they were looking for someone, but they did not answer. Then they told me that they were looking for someone but that they were not sure who it was. I felt uneasy about them, but let them walk into the house. They asked me where the room of one of brothers was, but i did not know. I did not know where anyone in the house lived. One of the women then asked about the noise that was coming from the basement. I knew that it was a party, but i did not want them to know about it. The party was not supposed to be occurring. I told them that some brothers were downstairs just hanging out. I walked them down, thinking that i could warn the brothers before the women got downstairs. I then realized that there were no brothers down stairs. I wondered what had happened to them. I thought that they would be drinking. One of the women picked up an empty bottle of beer from the counter which was against one of the walls. I hoped that they would not find out about the party. I thought that one of the brothers must have left the bottle there. The women spoke to each other. The one with the beer bottle then started drinking from what was left of the beer. She said that she would finish the bottle. I was still weary of the women as i walked back up stairs. Then i heard the sound of sirens from outside. I realized that the police had come to the house. I thought that they might be here to stop the party. I told $Z that we were set up. Someone had asked the women to come over and then called the police to tell them that we were having a party. I walked into the living room where several brothers were sitting in the couches. I told them that we had been set up. Then i heard the voices of the police talking to each other from the basement. I wondered how they had gotten into the house. Something was not right. I looked down the stairs to see an austral police officer arresting the women. I felt confused and wondered what exactly was happening. The police were arresting the correct people, but i did not understand how they knew to arrest them. The women then started struggling. One of them was standing at the bottom of the stone stairs as i looked down on the events. She seemed very young. Someone then moved in the hall downstairs, just out of my site. The girl got loose from the police officer and drew a knife from somewhere. She held it in front of her, threatening the officer with it. The officer then swung around and kicked the knife out of her hand. The second girl charged him and he grabbed her. He wrapped his arm around her and trapped her head against his side. She struggled with him for a moment but could not get away. The first girl then started swinging a yellow extension chord on her right side as she faced the officer. She stood in front of me, between me and the officer. She was trying to hit the police officer with it. I grabbed the end of the chord as it passed by me. I thought that i should probably help out the officer. The officer then restrains the second girl, who was upset that i had helped capture her. The officer took them to a room where they were to be held. There was a row of old wooden fold-up chairs in the room. The girl complained that they were not good enough for her. I told her that they were all taken anyway. She then started to complain that the officers were against her. She said that they were going to take her to Dayton. I did not understand why she was afraid. I told her that it was not a bad place. I told her that Daytona was in Florida, where it was warn. She seemed frightened and started to cry, whimpering that she did not want to go back to California. I told her that the place was in Florida, not California. She again stated that she did not want to go back to California. I told her that Florida is warm like California, thinking that she might be confusing the two places. The bus on which we were riding then started to slow as it pulled over to the curb in front of the large office building. I then realized that we were not headed for Florida after all. We were in Dayton, Ohio. “We’re in Dayton, Ohio?”, i said to the girl. My mother was sitting in the seat to my left. She sighed as i mentioned the place. I knew that she did not think that i should have mentioned the name of the city to the girl. I opened the door of the van, stepping over the seat where the girl was sitting. I wanted to get out. The van was blue. I started out the door, but realized that the submarine sandwich that i was carrying was too long to fit out the door. I pressed gently on the sandwich, bending it as i squeezed it lengthwise through the side door of the van. I realized that the others had gotten off near me. We were in front of my grandmother’s house. I watched the others as they walked down the sidewalk. I thought that they might do a dance for the younger people to keep the young occupied. I thought that they had to keep the children amused so that they did not get into trouble. One of the young girls then came over to me. She seemed like the woman who had been arrested by the police. She asked me about my shirt. I looked down at the shirt, which seemed like a green medical scrub. She asked me where i had gotten a doctor’s uniform. She then asked me whether i had stolen it. I remembered that it had been given to me by a friend of mine, but i could not tell her that, so i told her that i had purchased it from Champion Factory Outlet. I knew that they sold many uniform outfits from various places. I looked down at the blue sweatshirt that i was wearing and tried to remember where i had bought it.

11998 December 08

I was in the back yard of my grandmother’s house looking down the hill. I was with my mother. It was dark out, and we were throwing things down the hill. My mother hit the large tree which was on the east corner of the yard. It made a loud thud sound. I realized that the tree was dead, and that it might fall over. It seemed that my mother was trying to get it to do so. I picked up the large piece of wood and threw it at the tree. The log flew into the air but dropped half way across the yard. I felt disappointed that it did not make it to the tree. I grabbed the piece of rotting branch and tried again. This time, i grabbed it with both hands and swung it back over my head. I then threw it. It flew high into the air and disappeared into the dark sky. We then heard the sound of shattering glass. I wondered what had broken. The sound seemed to come from the northwest side of the yard. My mother turned and quickly walked back into the house. She did not want to get caught in the yard. I followed her. I wanted to find out what broke, however. I thought that it might have been the greenhouse in the neighbours’ yard, but i knew that i threw the log at the tree to the northeast. The neighbours were to the northwest. I then noticed the neighbours from the west walking out into the back yard. They were looking at something which was leaning against the white house which ran along the west side of the yard. It was a large mirror or window. They talked about it to me, telling me that they had heard it break. I told them that i had done it.

I was with my mother as we drove across $P3. I did not feel well, and seemed to be sick. We were at the house on the east side of town. I had to pick up something there. We were on the small street and the house to which we were heading was behind us, to the west, on the north side of the street. I had picked up the truck from here. I remembered driving it back to my grandmother’s house. There was a large golden retriever that had followed me home, however. I felt as though i should return the dog. I walked into the small apartment. I told the people about the dog. The apartment was very small, and was crowded with people. There seemed to be a celebration going on, as if one of the children in the room were having a birthday party. I told them about the dog. One of the women there told me that the owner of the dog was sleeping in the apartment down stairs. I did not want to disturb him, but i had to get the dog back to them. I felt uncomfortable standing around in the middle of the house. I wondered whether the man would come up. It seemed as though he did not care about his dog. I was upset for the dog. I then left the house and started heading back to my grandmother’s house. I realized that i had walked. It seemed like a long way back across town. I remembered that i had crossed the main avenue on foot using one of the main cross streets. It ran all the way across town and came out behind my grandmother’s house. I then realized that it was a grey rainy day outside, and that it was starting to rain heavier. It seemed to be drizzling as i walked under the building that ran down the avenue. I looked over my dark blue jacket to see whether it had gotten wet. It did not seem to be wet, but i opened up my umbrella anyway. I walked out the corridor on the other side of the building and moved my umbrella over my head. It seemed to be raining rather heavily now. I felt sick, and thought that i should not be walking around town like this. I did not know how i had walked earlier. I then remembered that i was in the truck. I drove down the back street in the large red truck. I remembered turning around on the street where i had picked up the truck. I was worried about making the turn, but i did not seem to have any difficulty making it. I drove to the west, towards my grandmother’s house. It was daylight out, and seemed cool. I then thought about driving in the truck as i rounded some of the corners. I was not used to driving a truck. It seemed a new experience. I drove down the back road. It was dark out, and i was having trouble seeing down the street. I then realized that i could not feel the brake pedal around the gas pedal. The gas pedal seemed to be in the middle of the driver’s floor, with the brake pedal behind it. I moved my right foot over the top of the gas pedal and tried to step on the brake pedal. I could not reach it. I wondered what to do. I thought that i should down shift, but remembered that the truck was an automatic. I leaned backwards and turned off the key. The truck glided for a moment, but then jerked and slowed down. I then realized that i had to move my right foot underneath the gas pedal to reach the brake. I did so and started the truck again. As i rounded the corner to head up the avenue to my grandmother’s house, i remembered that there was a dog in the back of the truck. It had followed me. I liked the dog very much and wanted to make friends with it. I knew that it was not mine, however. I parked in front of my grandmother’s house. I had to take the dog back home. I was then in the dining room of my grandmother’s house, talking to my relatives. I told them about the people whom i had spoken to about the dog. They lived all the way over by the shopping plaza. My relatives seemed shocked that the dog had come all that way.

11998 December 09

I was in the forest with the other people. We seemed to be near a cabin. Something happened, however, and we had to get away. I knew that the police would be after the other man. We got into the car that was parking in the line of cars at the front of the cabin. A police car pulled into the lot to our left as we started to back out. I thought that the man would have to make it look like we were cooperating with the police or they might come try to stop us. The car, in which we were, started to turn around so that it was backing into a spot near the police car. I realized that the man was going to make it look as though he were going to talk to the police through the window of the car. I knew that he would take off, however. Instead, the man kept backing up. He passed the police car and started to accelerate down the dirt road. I visualized the dirt road. It made a loop through the forest and came back out on the main road. The man was going to travel the loop and try to make it back to the main road. All at once, he turned the car around and we started to speed away. The man had the gas all the way to the floor, but we did not seem to be accelerating that fast. I knew that the wheels were skidding over the ground because they were moving too fast. The car rounded the corner at the back end of the look, but skidded slowly over the gravel road. I told the man to let up on the gas a little. I knew that if he slowed the rotation of the tires then they would catch on the road and the car would accelerate. The car took off suddenly. I let out a grumble and made sure that the seat belt was around me lap. It seemed to be a blue woven belt. I was sitting by the passenger’s door. There was another person sitting between the driver and myself. The road ahead of us was long and dipped into a small valley ahead. I could see several other cars in front of us. I wondered whether they would slow us down. Then we came to the corner. I suddenly noticed the flashing red lights and saw an old-fashioned police car sitting in the middle of the intersection, facing us. The car seemed to be fifties in style, with rounded front fenders. It was a dark cream, with blue along the bottom half. The man driving the car in which i was suddenly came to a stop at the intersection. I told him that he shouldn’t do that. He should have hit the police car. It might have immobilized it long enough for us to drive down the main road to the right. We came to a stop for a moment before continuing on.

I was in the large rectangular room with the other people. It seemed as though there were some kind of gathering. I knew that i had to leave, however. I started collecting my things. We were on the bus. I sat in the back seat, looking through my things for the tickets. I was unable to find my tickets for the train. I pulled the packet of tickets out of my shirt pocket, but they only seemed to contain the tickets for the bus. My grandfather was sitting to my left in the back seat of the car with me. My mother was in the passenger’s seat and my father was driving. I looked at the white tickets in the ticket book and wondered where the other tickets had gone. I started to look through the papers in my hand. My grandfather said, “He’s getting as bad as me, huh?” My mother then asked me a question, and i started to wonder whether the train tickets were in the same book as the other tickets. I opened up the manila book of tickets and found two faded blue tickets in the back of it. They were the correct tickets. I mentioned them to my mother as we walked under the cement structure of the station. It seemed poorly lit, as though it were a subway station. The cement floor slanted down towards the bare cement wall as we walked through the corridor.

11998 December 12

I walked into the small auditorium. It seemed like a class room. There were wooden chaired on either side of the center aisle as i walked towards the front of the room. The floor was level. There were several people playing guitar at the front of the room. One of the men on the left side of the audience was bald, and seemed older. They all had acoustic guitars and were being taught a country style of playing. I thought that it might be interesting. Then i noticed the instructor telling everyone to place tape across the strings of the guitar. I watched them for a moment and wondered what they were doing. It seemed that they would use duct tape because it would deaden the sound of the strings. I could not understand why they were doing it. I then looked down the neck of someone who had taped up all of the places that the instructor pointed out. I noticed that the tape formed horizontal lines across the strings. There seemed to be beads of tape hanging from the lines which dangled between the strings. I realized that they were the harmonic points on the neck. I then thought that the tape probably made it easier to play harmonics on the strings. I thought about doing it the old way and realized that i did have difficulty hitting some of the higher harmonics. I imagined playing the harmonics, and could see a brown ball tapping against the bald man’s head. I was frustrated slightly because i knew that i had to tap the small rubber ball light enough to produce a harmonic the old way.

11998 December 13

I walked into the bathroom from the door on the north side of the west wall. The walls were covered with a dark wood paneling. On the north side of the room was a small window. To the east of the window was a shower stall. The stall was open at the front, with a wall partitioning it from the window. The ceiling over the shower stall was slanted, as if the roof outside were slanted above it. I walked into the center of the bathroom when i noticed the water dripping from the ceiling at the edge of the shower stall. I realized that it was from the bathroom above us. I looked down at the puddle and noticed that it had a pink colouring to it. I realized that it was from the bathroom above us. The pink was from the liquid soap. I then wondered from which part of the bathroom the leak was. It seemed that it had to be from a sink, but i kept thinking that it was something less sanitary. I walked over to the spot where the water was dripping through the ceiling. I could see the linear crack between the two brown boards which projected from the edge of the stall. I could see the pink residue of the hand soap forming stains around the edges of the crack as the water leaked through. I then turned around and started to dry myself. I was in the white shower room. It seemed very crowded. Then i noticed $A98 walking into the shower room from the door on the north wall. He was wrapped in a white towel and i noticed that he was in shape again. He seemed to be nicely detailed, but i could not catch a good look. He turned around too quickly as he walked into the door. I watching as he moved to the other side of the shower room, noting that his back was smooth and nicely detailed. I also noticed that his waist was trim. I wanted to see what he looked like from the front to get an idea of how good a shape he had achieved. I then looked at $F10, who was showering in front of me. $A98 turned around to face me, but i had to wipe the water off of my face. I did not want him to think that i was staring at him. I squinted and covered my face with the towel. I then looked down at the postcard. There was something confusing about it. It seemed to be of a city area. I asked my father about the person who sent it. It was the son of one of his friends. I knew that the post card was from Washington, DC, but i did not understand how the boy had sent it. I asked my father to explain what he was talking about. I tried to understand who sent the post card to the boy from the city. My father seemed to be frustrated in explaining, and told me that the boy had sent the car. I then realized that the boy was not old enough to be working on his own in another city. He was the one from the city. I looked out over the water of the bay towards the city on the opposite shore. I then jumped off of the cement balcony and swam through the air towards the opposite shore. It seemed rather far away, but i did not seem to be getting tired. I pulled through the air by imitating the crawl stroke. I thought that i might not actually be in shape to make it all the way across the channel, but then i realized that i had reached the other side. I stopped on the shore and looked back. I did not seem that tired, but i decided that i should not try to go back and do it again. It thought that i might actually get tired too soon. I then looked to the south, across the plaza at the edge of the city. It seemed like a hazy grey day. There was a thin white fog in the city, and it seemed cool. This place seemed special in some way. I was then looking south, across the water at the large city. I could see the tall buildings across the skyline. I was still on the island off shore with my parents. I turned around and started down the corridor. I felt distracted, but knew that i had to get back to what i had been doing. I was disappointed. I walked to the north, though the large doorway and into the dark wood hallway of the complex. The wood on the walls was unfinished, and seemed to be reminiscent of the Old West. I turned to the right and started to head down the hall. My parents were following me, but i could not see them. I wanted to get back to the city. I turned to the left again and headed towards the door on the side of the hall, thinking that it would lead back to the balcony from where i could fly to the city. I stopped in the doorway, realizing that it led into a small shop with dull yellow walls. I wondered suddenly whether this was some kind of porn shop, as the decorations did not seem extravagant. There was a young man to the right, just inside of the door. He was wearing what seemed like a pirate’s costume. I backed out of the doorway, looking up to read the sign over the door. It was written in old-english-style letters and said “Costume Shop”. I turned and started down the corridor to the east. I reached up with my left hand adjusted the ascot around my neck. I knew that it was part of my costume. I then noticed that the other people in the corridor were watching me as i walked down the hall. I realized that this place was closing soon, and that they were being cautions of me. I looked to the left as i came to the turn in the corridor. There was an old wooden door high on the wall. It had a white sign with red letters on it which said “NO ADMITTANCE” in upper case, sans serif letters. I wondered how anyone would be able to get to the door anyway. It was too far from the ground to be convenient. I continued down the corridor, aware that one of the men behind me was watching me. I headed south, down the stairs which led to the beach. I thought about swimming across the ocean again. I then realized that i was floating over the sand. I realized that i was actually floating while being awake. I remembered that i had a dream earlier in which i thought about flying while i was awake. In the dream, i thought that i was awake and that i was able to fly in the real world. Now i realized that, while it was a dream before, i was not actually able to fly. I moved down the grassy slope of the hill towards the cement pillars that supported the overpass along the edge of the beach. I knew that i could really fly. I then thought that, in my previous dream, i was able to control my motion while hovering. I realized that i could not do that, but that i could simply hover. I was only moving forward at the moment because of the slope of the hill. I pretended that i was surfing and turned to the right, swooping back up the hill. I started to slow down. I came to a rest and walked into the room to the east. It was a bathroom, which seemed very much like the one on $F1’s house. I then realized that this house shared a very similar design to his. The door to the bedroom was on the opposite side of the doorway, however. I looked at the white wooden door as it rested in the open position against the old wooden dresser to the left. It opened into the room. I remembered that, in $F1’s house, the white door opened to the right, coming to rest against the back wall of the room. The bathtub was across from the door. I then turned to the south and walked down the length of the narrow room. There was a desk to the left, facing me, where the wall extended into the room. The rest of the room to the south seemed very narrow. The desk was grey and metal and had a computer on the top of it. I then noticed the network cables running on the ground. I wondered about the water that had been dripping from the ceiling. I thought that it might have affected the white cables. I then started singing a song, “I wanna love you crazy, baby. What more can i say?”

11998 December 14

I was working in the desert with the other person. We were looking for things on the tan rocky ground. It seemed that we were looking for some minerals. Then the helicopters flew overhead. I knew that they were bad people. They started to fire machine guns at us. I thought that it was a corporate take over and wondered what we should do. I knew that we could not get hurt by their guns, and i thought that we could resist their attack. I thought about standing in one place and watching their bullets pass by us. I knew that they should not be allowed to take our claim on the land. They were greedy and simply wanted anything special that we had found, but i did not want to give it up. They should not be able to bully us. I thought about the kinetic dampening fields that we had around us. They were diverting the bullets from hitting us. I then thought that we had guns as well and could fire at the helicopters. I thought about using the red lasers that we had to cut apart their ships. I knew that we had better technology than they did. I thought about our planes, which would chase their helicopters. I was floating at the same level as the helicopters when i imagined what the planes would see. I thought that the field propulsion discs could hover where i was, over the golf course and just watch the helicopters. I knew that the sight would confuse and unease them.

I remembered the area around us as i drove in the car with my parents. My mother talked about the large house on the left side of the road. She said that it was built by lovers. I looked at the old farm-style house which sat on the corner of the two streets. The house was white on the bottom half, and seemed old and run down. It had horizontal wooden siding. The shape of the house was circular, though. On the other side, it looked more modern. I thought that the top side of the building must really be a separate house. It was Penn’s special house. I asked my mother which place she liked. She said that she liked the lovers’ house, which was on the other side of the white farm house. It was a small brick house which had been repaired. I knew that all of the houses on the street had been repaired since i had been here last. I then remembered coming here before to look for a college. I needed a place to live when i went to college. I remembered that there used to be decorative wood on the outside of the small blue house, but now everything had been repaired and modernized. I looked down at the blue flower pattern which ran up the side of the metal railing. The railing was on the right side of a set of old cement steps which led up to the house. The realtor stood behind me as i studied the pattern on the railing. She walked around the corner of the house to my left and headed into the house. She wanted to lead me through the rest of the tour. I remembered this place from before. My parents had considered moving here a long time ago. The wooden walls on the inside of the house were brown and made of vertical slats of wood. There were a few other people looking at the inside of the house as we walked in. I walked over to the pot-belly stove that was against the far wall. I noticed the cast iron moose which was on the shelf behind the stove. I then realize that there were small dolls all around the room. They covered the shelf and many of the other shelves in the room. I turned around and walked back out the door. There was a dog standing just outside of the house. I liked the dog and started to play with it. After a few minutes, i was walking my bicycle down the sidewalk. I knew that i was in the area where the hospital was. I noticed a man sitting on the sidewalk in front of me. He had no legs and was dressed in ragged clothing. I felt uncomfortable about him and thought that i should avoid walking close to him. I then noticed several other crippled people along the side of the street. I wondered where the emergency room was. I thought that many of these people should be in the hospital. I had come to the hospital to visit someone, and wondered where i should go. I walked by bicycle between the large smooth white column and the plain white wall of the hospital. There was a large glass window on the wall of the hospital. I was looking for a bicycle rack. I could not find one against the side of the hospital. I walked the rest of the way around the column, hoping to find one on the sidewalk, but there was no rack present. I wondered where i could chain my bicycle. I then thought that there might a modern bicycle rack made out of black metal poles with round loops on the tops of them. I thought that they might be to the left, around the corner of the building. I realized that i had come to the edge of the store. The white tiles on the ground ended as they started to go into the store. A woman from the store told me that i would not be able to bring my bicycle into the store. I asked her where the bicycle racks were. She told me that they were against the front wall of the store. I walked by bicycle down the front wall of the store, looking for the rack. I came to the end of the wall, but could not find the rack. I noticed that there was another store clerk near me. I called to him and asked her where the bicycle rack was. I told her that i was Data, an android from the future. She started to question me, and i replied in short concise answers. I told her that i was looking for something. She spoke to me, mentioning that she was psychic. I kept quiet as she talked, feeling uncomfortable. She then stopped talking and i walked into the house which was behind me. There was a large white statue in the front hall of the house. I knelt down on the floor in front of the statue and looked at the white stone. I knew that i had to finish carving the statue. The others were leaving, and i felt annoyed that i was left to finish all of the work. I looked closely at the soapy white stone as i wondered what i should do with it. There were small symbols on the side of the statue. I walked around the side of the statue and noticed that the back of the statue was hollow. It had not yet been completed. I thought that i would have to carve the back side to match the front. I looked back at the front and then at the back again. I looked at the front one more time, noticing the detailed carvings along the bottom of the figure. I carved them, and thought that they looked pretty good. I thought that i would have to do the same for the back side. The statue was for $P75. I thought that i should put the back side on first, but i could not figure out how to do it. Something was confusing me. I wondered how i would put the back side of the statue on. I spoke to the other person in the room, but he did not have any ideas. I then remembered the woman to whom i had talked. I thought that she was psychic, and thought that she might be able to help me. I decided that i would need her help. I then noticed the woman flying towards me as i stood on the roof of the building. She was a witch and was riding a broomstick. She landed on the outside of the railing of the roof, and i helped her over the top of the railing. I was amazed at her abilities. I was surprised at how easily she could fly.

11998 December 16

I walked up the steep hill through the suburban houses. I was with some relatives of mine. We were heading back to their house. I walked into the house. Everything seemed very grey. I walked up the stairs to the first floor from the basement entrance. It seemed hard to focus upon the house. My relatives were with me. They seemed like $K14 and $K15. I wanted to leave. I started to walk back down the staircase as they spoke to me. The staircase was enclosed in walls, and wrapped to the right as it descended to the lower floor. There seemed to be a carpeted room in the basement. I then felt uneasy about leaving so soon after i had arrived. I wondered whether they would want me to stay longer. I wanted to leave. I noticed the animals in the house as i tried to motion down the stairs. I thought that my relatives might notice that i was heading towards the entrance. I did not want to make them think that i did not like it here, though. I then started walking into the bleachers of the large stadium. My mother was sitting in the center on one of the benches watching the game below. I looked to the left at the football field far below us. I realized that we were in the uppermost part of the stadium. I suddenly felt unsafe at the edge of the seat. I looked down and could see the field very far below us. It seemed to be about a hundred metres away. I crawled along the edge of the balcony to get past my mother to the other seats. I was partly hanging over the edge, holding on to the green cushioning that formed a quarter circle over the railing of the balcony. I made it to my seat on the right side of my mother and looked down into the stadium. It seemed very far away. I then noticed the high rows of seats on the other side of the stadium. They shifted in my mind as i looked at them. I knew that it had to do with a plan to rearrange them. The stadium seemed to form a star, but they were planning on moving one of the points of the star to one side. I could see the stadium in the new version. It would allow the roof of the stadium to cast a shadow on more of the people. The old version, which i was now looking at, allowed part of the audience to get hit by the sun as they watched the game. I then looked down to the field again. I seemed to be lying on my side on the bench as o looked over the railing. I felt very uncomfortable at the edge. I then decided that i had to leave. I was not dealing too well with the height. I told my mother that i had to go and started crawling along the bench. I thought that i used to be afraid of heights, but then i got over it. This height, however, was too great and the seat too narrow. I told my mother that i had gotten over my fear of heights, but that this was too high an edge. I repeated the word “edge” as i shimmied closer to the end of the bench. There was an older woman sitting at the end of the seats. I tried to get past her as she stood up to cheer. I noticed that she had a grey cat with her on the bench. The cat started to rub against my right leg as i tried to get past. I pet it and realized that it was a very friendly cat. I then came into the stairwell of the stadium. The stairs led to a doorway which led into a small room at the edge of the stadium. There was a man sitting in a small booth to the right side of the door. He must have been checking for tickets. I thought that i did not have a ticket, so i would not be able to get back into the stand. I walked out into the center of the room and sighed to relax. There was a concessions stand to the left. I then looked out the opening of the stadium and could see that i was at street level. There was green grass outside, and a road off to the left. I turned around and looked at the stairs. There was a yellow sign hanging over the booth to the left of the stairs. It said that no one was allowed into the stands any more as the game was almost over. I wondered what to do. I would have to wait for my mother here.

11998 December 17

I lined up the toy trucks on the floor of the room. The trucks were boxy and made from a white plastic. They had a cubical cab and a slightly longer trailer. I knew that they were voice commanded, and that i could get them to drive in formation. I told them to go as the woman stood across from me. I stood up from my kneeling position and watched the trucks move. I commented to the woman that i was going to get them to do formation movements. I told them to do a right flank. The trucks started to do the move, but were too close together and collided. They then started moving in random directions. I commanded them to stop. They all froze in position. I realized that i would have to program them to deal with the maneuver. The trucks would have to change speed. I thought that if they were set up staggered at the beginning then the outside truck would not try to turn into the truck next to it. I knelt down and measured the distance with one of the trucks by turning the cab at a ninety-degree angle to the trailer. I thought that if i placed the head of the adjacent truck within the corner of the first, then they would have enough space to make the turn without running into each other. Something then seemed wrong with the idea. I realized that the trucks would be cutting the corners as they turned. I started walking into the other room. I was following the young woman and her family. We seemed to be in a department store, walking between the left wall of the store and a dividing wall in the store. The narrow corridor opened up into a vary large room I then noticed the silver cut-outs of a train which was on the polished wood wall. They were about a metre tall, and composed of flat pieces of grained metal which formed the outlines of a steam engine with several cars following it. The girl pointed out the train to her family as we approached. The train then started moving. It made a noise like a steam whistle. The image of the train seemed to be shortened from head to tail in a stylized manner. I followed the family as we approached the edge of the counter, above which the train moved. The woman with the family told the girl that they could probable run around to the other side of the counter to watch the train moving. I realized that they thought that the flat train was only an advertisement for the real train. They thought that there was a three-dimensional train on the other side of the counter. I thought that they were silly for thinking such. They were looking at the real train. I walked down the side of the counter, following the family of four or five. I watched the train move along the top of the counter on my right. I then noticed that the metal gate was moving with the train. The entire metal structure was traveling around the counter. I wondered how the workers behind the counter stayed out of the train’s way. It seemed as though they would get hit by the gate as it passed. I could see a sales woman shift position as the gate rolled behind her. She continued talking to the customer on the outside of the counter. I then noticed how the light was cast through the diagonally crossed bars of the gate. I realized that it was dark in the corridor as i walked around the central counter of the station. There seemed to be a light coming from the area within the counter. The counter was square with round edges and covered most of the floor of the center of the room. I rounded the corner of the counter and walked across the front of the building. It was very dark, and seemed like a slow time of night. It seemed as though most things were shut down for the night, and all of the people roaming around were waiting for the late busses. I walked up the wall on the other side of the building and started to watch the motorcycle show. The young man with the curly blonde hair rode his motorcycle around in a loop while the other man called out lines. It was an interesting performance. I talked to the other people with me about the biker’s performance. I thought that it was interesting, but typical. I then started to wonder whether the audience on the other side of the performance could hear us. The show seemed very strange, and i did not want any of the people in the audience to hear my comments about it. Then i realized that the person on the motorcycle changed his course on his last loop and drove up a shallow ramp in front of the audience. It was the end of the show. My friends and i were part of the show in some way. We were acting on the side of it. Then $A195 walked up to $A60, who was standing to my left, against the wall. I felt uneasy and defensive as she approached. She started talking to $A60, telling critiquing his performance in the show. I felt that she was acting very inappropriately by telling him in front of the audience. $A60 said in a calm, almost amused voice, “Fuck you.” I started to walk across the corridor to the bleachers where the audience had been sitting. $A60 walked with me, along with the rest of the cast. I wanted to ignore $A195. The cast needed to rest after the performance. I walked up into the wide stone steps of the bleachers and started to sit down. The rest of the cast was sitting near me. I did not get to sit on the step because i saw $A195 following us. I quickly stood up. I was mad at her for her lack of consideration. I was ready to snap back at her. She started talking, telling the cast that she had a few tips and notes for them. I scolded her, “What the fuck is your problem?” I told her very harshly that it is inappropriate to critique the cast in front of an audience. I then turned around to sit when i noticed that the woman who was sitting behind me, to my left had picked up the wine glass of red liquid. I made a noise as i motioned to the glass with my left hand. I wanted to change the subject from the argument to something else. I was trying to act as though $A195 had not said anything. I asked the woman whether she was holding my glass. I could not remember where i had placed mine. I then looked down at the next step below me to see a glass half full of wine. I knew that it was not mine, but wondered whether it was the woman’s. I joked about it, trying to return the cast to a casual atmosphere.

11998 December 18

I sat up on the floor from a lying position. The formal ceremony seemed to be over. The group of people who were standing walked to the wall to my left, the north wall of the room. I seemed to share some special relationship with them. The relationship gave me a higher status. Then the other people who were standing to my right in grey clothing moved over to me. $F12 was the first to come over. He laid down in front of me on the floor with his face down and his head pointing towards me. The others followed him, laying down next to him, forming a path which curved towards the north wall. I realized that i was supposed to walk on them. It was part of the show that i not walk on the ground. I felt humoured and leaned over $F12 as he lay on the floor. I rubbed my right hand over his shoulder blades and spoke to him in a soft voice, telling him that i was not going to walk on his back. I did not feel that i should disrespect the others who were supposed to be below me. I told $F12 that i wanted no special favours as i rubbed his back. He was not wearing a shit and his skin was warm. I then stood up and walked to the north wall of the room with the others. There was a television on the east wall. I was suddenly watching it. It seemed to be playing Babylon 5. I was watching a large ship floating in space. It was about to escape to someplace else through a wormhole. I knew that this was the final show of the series and that the ship would be escaping to a parallel universe. I watched the screen as the ship emerged from the wormhole. I could see other ships in the new area of space. I realized that they were familiar. They all looked like tie fighters from Star Wars. The view then panned over a large fleet of tie fighters which were docked along the side of a long base station. The station was white with maroon stripes. I realized that there were smaller ships on the edges of the station which looked like imperial shuttles. I was excited at the idea. The show had merged itself into the Star Wars universe by explaining the trip to a parallel dimension. I realized that the show could not continue in its own universe, so it merged into the universe of another science-fiction epic. The image then panned over the top of the vessels and into the black space beyond. I wondered what else the show would have on it. I was excited about the idea. I wanted to tell someone, but, as i looked around me, i noticed that everyone was asleep on the floor. I did not want to wake them up. I then thought that i should get to sleep as well, but floor was covered with people. I wondered where i could sleep. I walked through the room, picking up some of my things from the floor as i passed over the sleeping people. I thought that i could go upstairs to my new apartment. I carried my sleeping bag out of the room and into the hallway. There was an austral couple walking down the hall as i entered. The woman said hello to me in a soft voice. She was dressed up, wearing a tan suede jacket over a red sweater. She had a nice-looking necklace around her neck. I said hello to them, but felt somewhat confused. I was slightly embarrassed to have them see me wandering through the halls so late at night with my sleeping bag. I wondered what they thought of me. They walked into a door on the right side of the hall, just at the bottom of the wooden staircase. I walked past them and up the stairs. My apartment was at the head of the stairs, but i could see that the door was open. I walked into the narrow entrance hall of the apartment and noticed the yellow ribbon on the floor. I then realized that my mother and grandmother had come into the apartment to throw me a surprise birthday party. I felt annoyed with them and asked them how they had gotten into the apartment. My grandmother told me that she had a key to the apartment. I then remembered that she had taken a key when i first moved in. I was angry and asked her to give the key back to me. I did not want people walking into my apartment without me knowing about it. I then asked them how long they had been there. They said that they had been there all day. I was confused, and told them that i had been in and out all day. I had not seen them and thought that they might be exaggerating. I felt bad and thought that they must have been in and out as well and simply have missed me. I felt confused and angry and started to wander around the room. I realized that there were many people in my apartment. I noticed that $K3 and $K4 had come up from Florida to see me. I wondered whey this was such a special event. My apartment was full of people. I felt tired from the day, however, and did not really want to deal with them. I remembered that i had gone out running earlier. I had only been in my apartment for a brief time and might not have noticed the people coming in. I walked through the crowded rooms of the apartment. The walls of the apartment were cream coloured and the floors were wood. There was dark trim around the ceiling and baseboards. There seemed to be many rooms to the apartment which were all attached to each other through narrow doorways. I walked into what appeared to be the dining room and noticed $A45 sitting at a table in the center of the room. He was wearing a white tee shirt and smiled at me. Everyone seemed to be having fun, and i felt out of place. I thought that the apartment was very nice, and had a hard time believing that it was really mine. There was a lot of space in the apartment, and i could not believe that i had owned something so big. I then turned back to the center of the crowded room. I noticed $F11 standing in the center of the room. He walked past me and up the wooden stairs which disappeared into the darkness of the upstairs level. He did not say hello to me. I realized that he was heading to the bathroom. I started to follow him up the dimly lighted stairs, wondering how much more room was on the top floor. I still could not believe that i lived in the apartment. The stairs turned left as they continued into the narrow hall. The hall was dark and had a corridor leading off to the right. I thought that the bathrooms might be down the corridor, but i was not sure. I was unfamiliar with this place. The hall seemed very small and i noticed that there were large black fans above grating that was the ceiling. I thought that this must be some kind of utility area. I thought that the fans might be over the lavatories to keep the air flowing and fresh. I then wondered where $F11 had gone. I called his name, but nobody answered. I then realized that the air in this area was much cooler than it was on the floor below. I decided that it was because i was so close to the roof of the house. I walked back down the stairs into the apartment. There were still people sleeping on the floor. I wanted to say something to $F12. I felt strange for leaving the party and i wanted to talk to someone. I spotted $F12 on the floor near the couch. I was unsure what to do. I wanted to talk to him, but i did not want to wake him. A man then came into the room. I could not say something in front of him. I looked at him but did not recognize him. He said that he was looking for a place to sleep. $F12 stirred on the floor. I thought that we might have disturbed him with the soft conversation. $F12 covered his eyes with his hands and i thought that he was waking up, but i realized that he was simply stretching. I wanted to ask him to come to the party to keep me company.

I walked into the back section of the long building. I realized that i was not really supposed to be in the back section of the building. I told the person that i knew where i was going. I looked out the back of the small room. The door on the end of the room was covered with cardboard and paper-bag wrapping. I knew that i could go no further in that direction. The small room i was in was crowded with shelves of books. I turned around and headed for the front of the building. I thought that i would tell the people in the front that i came down the stairs from the level above. I was in section four of the building, but the first three sections were public areas. I walked up to the front of the building, but realized that there was no exit to this level. I realized that i would have to go up to the second floor to get out. As i turned around to head back into the center of the store, i noticed the small man standing behind the counter against the left wall. I asked him whether i would be able to get to the second level by going through the produce section. He told me that i would not be able to get to the upper level that way. I looked around the store as he talking. The place seemed old and run-down. The floor was covered with dingy tiles and the walls seemed to be made out of metal. The man told me that i would have to go to the back of the store and take the stairway up to the second level. I walked through the narrow section of the store and into the narrow stairwell at the back of the store. I knew that there was another way to go, and i felt like disobeying the man. I started to go up the stairs, but turned to look behind me. As soon as everyone was not looking, i turned around and ran down the flight of stairs to the lower level. I ran out the side door of the building and came out into a large open area. The building was made of old red brick and seemed like an old school. The wooden stairs descended from the door into the dry sandy ground. I was glad to be outside in the open again. I thought that i would be able to fly home from here. There were two men to the right of me as i walked across the sand. I thought that it was strange for the ground to be covered with sand. There was something strange about the area. I then noticed the small black dog lying on the ground. The sand sloped away from the building, and the dog was partly buried in it. I realized that the dog was dying. It breathed in the black sand as it took deep uneven breaths. I felt uncomfortable here. I then noticed that there was a very large pit in the ground in front of the store. The men had been sitting at the edge of it. One of the men suddenly fell forward into the pit. The other mentioned that it was eighteen stories to the bottom. I did not understand why they were throwing themselves into the pit. The second man then fell over the edge to be with the first man. I was confused and did not understand.

11998 December 19

I was watching the man in the white room as he stood near the horse. It was some kind of commercial. There was a couch in the center of the room, and the man was wearing shorts as he moved around the horse. The commercial announced that it would demonstrate the front end of a horse. The man moved around the head of the horse as the horse wandered around the room looking for its tail. It seemed confused. The man bounced from foot to foot as if getting ready for any sudden movements. Then the commercial announced that it would demonstrate the back end of the horse. The man started bouncing around the legs of the horse. Then the horse kicked. The horse seemed agitated with its eyes covered. I was worried that the man would get hurt. I then started to wonder how they were able to film the commercial. The man would have to be fairly close to the horse, and i thought that he would really get kicked if something went wrong. I watched the muscles on the man’s leg tighten as he bounced near the back end of the horse. The horse kicked again, but the man was not in the way. I started to get concerned. Then the other man walked towards the horse, which was not complete. The horse still seemed agitated and lifted itself from its front hooves. The man tried to calm it down as he moved the other animals down the path of the barnyard. I then realized that the horse was not going to calm down. It kept jumping closer to the man, who backed up to stay out from under the horse’s front hooves. There were other animals in the barnyard. The man walked backwards though the small flock of sheep which were heading towards the barn. I thought that the horse would have trouble following the man if the man walked through the sheep, but it kept pushing the man forward. I was concerned about the man. I watched as he stepped into the small corral and pulled the door closed behind him, keeping the horse out. He then ran into the center of the barn, which was to the east of the corral. I was upstairs in the barn. I remembered that this had happened before. It was part of a revolution by the animals. I knew the sequence of events that was to happen because i had been through it before. The animals were attacking the barn, and i was supposed to defend myself. There was a large round window on the west wall of the barn. It was covered with a light blue translucent film. The birds started clawing at the film, trying to break through. I turned on the electric field. I knew that there were wires on the outside of the round window which would electrocute the birds. I remembered that the birds would eventually get through because the dog downstairs would turn off the electricity. I walked around the south side of the small square room of the upper level of the barn, thinking about calling to the dog to turn the power back on once it went out. The dog was on the level below me, sitting near a control panel. I would trust the dog, thinking that it was my friend, but it was really on the side of the animals. I thought about the power terminal in the center of the small room below me. It was black and had large bulbs and meters on it. I knelt down on the old wooden floor of the loft and looked down through the square hole to the floor below. The square hole was in the southeast corner of the room. I was surprised to find that there was a man sitting near the power console. This was not correct. The golden retriever was supposed to be there. I felt strange, as if something was wrong. I knew that the man bad, and that i should oppose him. He spoke to me very calmly. His tone was very menacing. He seemed to be wearing a formal english jacket with a rounded walking hat. I then realized that there was a young man standing behind me and to my right as i stood on the west side of the room. The young man was part of the plot. He was going to detain me. The young man had short red hair, and smooth skin on his torso. I thought that he was somewhat attractive. I grabbed him and slipped behind him so that he could not do anything to me. I then dragged him to the ground. I had my arms wrapped around his torso, with him on top of me. His head fell backwards, over my right shoulder, as if he was only partially conscious. I looked at his face and realized that his jaw was quivering. He was partly under their control, but, when i touched him, i momentarily broke their control over him. He was starting to wake up. I slipped around to the other side of him, wrapping my legs around his abdomen so that he could not get away. I then ran my right hand over his chest, thinking that it would get some type of reaction out of him. He tried to resist, but he could not break from the control of the others. The other man stood up and started to walk away. I squeezed my legs tight around the young man’s abdomen to get him to react. I then softly rubbed my right hand over his left chest. I found him very attractive. He finally reacted, slowly becoming aware of where he was. I then realized that i was holding him on the floor in the southeast corner of the room. The other man was walking back toward us. He lifted his right arm, pointing at us, and fired a gun at the boy. He could not let the boy escape their control. The man then fired the gun into my forehead. I felt sad that it had ended that way. I was disappointed that i could no longer be with the young man. Then i realized that i still had an advantage over the man in the dark suit. I was a changeling, and transformed into another shape. I was not really dead. I could still fight the man. There was then someone else in the room. I seemed to be in an office. The young man was lying in a chair that was reclined slightly. I felt bad about him being dead. He moved suddenly as the others spoke to him. I realized that he was not dead yet. He seemed disoriented and upset. The other man, who had been with him when he was stabbed, ran out of the room. The other man was upset. I could see the other man in the school yard below. He was angry and walking away from the school building. The young man suddenly stood up. The principle tried to hold him, but could not keep him from fighting. I could then see the bloody hole in the young man’s neck. He had been stabbed on the left side of his lower neck, just above his collar bone. The wound was red and uneven, but no blood dripped from the wound. The man then cried out, “I loved him!” I knew that he was referring to the other man who had just walked away. The principle then looked uneasily out the window to his right and then back to the young man, trying to calm the young man. I looked out the window to my left to see the other man standing in the school yard looking back at the building. The young man repeated himself, and i realized that the people in the school yard could hear him over the intercom system. The principle had used the intercom to talk to the other man, but had not shut it off. The young man was afraid that he was going to die, so he kept pronouncing his love and affection for the other man. I saw the other man turn and run from the school yard. He was embarrassed. I knew that the young man was not going to die, and wondered whether he would regret what he was saying. I turned to the left and walked across the locker room. Everything felt different now. I wondered what the people around me would think as i walked over to my locker, which was on the north wall. There was a boy with shoulder-length, straight, blonde hair standing in front of me. I maneuvered around him and lifted my padlock from the edge of the small locker. I felt uneasy here. Before i started turning the black dial of the combination lock, i turned to the left and walked to the end of the room. I had to pick up my running pants. The west end of the room seemed to be a thrift store, with many racks of used clothing. I thought that my running pants would be here. I pulled a pair of pants from one of the racks. I then realized that it was a very heavy pair. They seemed to be made of very dense denim. It was not what i wanted to wear running. I looked at them and understood how i could consider them work clothing, but i thought that they were not good for running. The woman at the counter, who was helping check one of the customers out, asked me for what i was looking. I did not say anything, but thought about the tan pants that i had hoped to pick up. I then thought that it was rather strange that i would bring my clothing to the thrift store every day. I knew that they would be washed before i could pick them up again, but i thought that it seemed unnecessary for my to purchase my clothes every day. I wondered whether it was cheaper than cleaning them myself. I walked to the left of a white bin which was full of dark clothing. The woman from the counter then told me that my pants were on the display on the wall. I looked up at the white wall of the store, where several outfits were hanging. I focused on the small outfit of a blue shirt and a pair of tan corduroy shorts. I did not think that they were mine. They seemed too small. The woman then told me that the pants that i was looking for were on the wall. I looked up to the wall and noticed the pair of tan dress shorts hanging under a blue and yellow, long-sleeve shirt. I thought that they were not the correct pants. I could not wear them running.

11998 December 20

I thought about the colours of the room as i hiked up the mountain with the others. There was some significance in the way the room was painted. The woman who was hiking in front of me mentioned the purple on the walls and said that the person in the room wanted it that way. It had something to do with the physical aspect of the situation. I knew that the armchairs in the classroom were painted orange because someone else had wanted them that colour. This represented the emotional part of the situation. The woman and i were hiking up the rocky slope, discussing these things.

I lay on the bench in the room. It seemed as though i were lying face-down. I knew that i was lying face-down before the operation, but thought that they would have to turn me over to operate. I thought about the situation. I knew that i would be under anesthesia and wondered whether i was at the moment, or whether the operation was over. I tried to listen to the sounds around me and focused on my body to see if i could feel any sensation. I suddenly wondered whether this is what it is like to be unconscious. It seemed as though i were in a dream state. I was aware of my thoughts, but i could not focus on any physical sense around me. I wondered what would happen if i did not wake up from anesthesia. I wondered whether this is what it was like to be dead. Then i tried to feel something from my body again. It seemed as though i was sleeping on my right arm. This would mean that the operation had ended and that i was in the recovery room. I then tried to feel sensation in my abdomen. I knew that the doctors were removing some kind of object from my kidneys. I then thought that i might be waking up from the anesthesia. I knew that it would not be a good thing for me to do. I thought about my arms moving, but hoped that they were not really moving. I did not want them to get in the way of the doctors if i was still under operation. I took a deep breath, thinking that i might still have the anesthesia mask on. I suddenly felt strange all over my body. I thought that i must still be in the operation. I then thought about the operation. I thought that i would not be able to do as many things for a few months after. I also thought about the scar that might get left. I then realized that the doctors had operated before to inspect the area. I thought that they must have used a small incision because there was no noticeable scar. I then wondered whether they would be making a large incision to remove the objects from me. I thought that they must need more room to operate. I then started to wonder whether the operation had really started. I wanted it to be over, but i was afraid that it had not yet started. I then started to notice a nurse to my right as i lay on my back in the small room. I thought that she was getting me ready for the operation. I was disappointed.

11998 December 21

I was looking out over the city. There was a person standing to my right who was watching me as i scanned the horizon. I seemed to be over the low buildings. There were faces in the clouds. I studied them and thought that they looked like propaganda posters from World War II. I could see the tanks and the missiles standing against the white background. I did not want the other person to think that i was considering suck propaganda. I then recognized a caricature of Hitler in the clouds. He was drawn in black ink with a white fill over a red background of clouds. It felt strange to be watching these things. Then my vision seemed to be unfocused. I was having trouble seeing things. I stepped out of the car with $F12. We were on a tour of some city, but we had to get back to the bus. I then heard a coin drop from my pocket. I had my right hand in my pocket and felt the coins that were in my pocket. I then looked down at the ground to see the coin that had fallen. It had come from my pocket, but i could not feel any hole in my pocket. I continued on towards the bus. The other man was leading us. He seemed impatient and uneasy with us. I was in a town, walking down the sidewalk. Just as i approached the bus, i heard another penny fall to the ground. I still had my hand in my pocket, but i could not figure out where the hole was. The shiny penny landed on the first step of the bus, which was covered with a black rubber pad. I picked it up and followed $F12 onto the bus. Tuvok walked down the aisle of the bus towards us as we sat down on the left side of the bus. He handed us our tickets. I felt as though we were being led on this tour. $F12 started talking about money as we sat on the bus. I did not conserve money as he was talking about. I knew that i had just bought new pieces for the lawn mower. I told him. I then noticed that Jordy La Forge was standing at the front of the bus. I seemed to be watching some kind of movie. He was standing in front of a black control panel, and there was something wrong. I could see the window to the left. There was space outside, but i could see another ship. Something had gone wrong in the shuttle. It seemed as though the glass in the window was missing. I wondered why the air had not been sucked out of the shuttle. I then noticed that the other ship was moving towards the window. It was going to collide with the shuttle. The other craft hit, and the walls of the room seemed to become a dull yellow, as if part of a comic strip. The ship outside was also off white. Jordy would be dead in a little while as the air left the shuttle. Everything seemed strange, as if it were drawn as part of a propaganda poster from the thirties. There were many black lines for the detail, but solid blocks of colour to fill the areas.

11998 December 22

I climbed into the back seat of the small car. $F15 got into the driver’s seat of the car and we were moving. We drove down the country road, surrounded by grassy fields. I thought that i should have sat in the front seat of the car, but i knew that i did not do so for a reason. I wanted to switch seats, but i could not while the car was in motion. There was stuff on the back seat of the car to my left. I could not squeeze through the seats and sit in the front. I thought about climbing over the top of the blue seat, but did not think that it would be a good idea. I then looked into the floor of the passenger’s seat. There seemed to be a wrapper of some kind on the mat. The seat under me was light blue and had a vertical ribbed pattern. I leaned over the back of the seat to talk to $F15. He started talking about drumming. He them made a joke about it and slapped my shoulder as part of the joke. I pretended to punch him in the arm in reply. I then told him that i would only be able to pick at him with my fingers. He was silent, so i went on to explain that it was because i was a guitarist. He nodded his head. I told him that i would only be able to pick. Then the other person in the back seat shifted position. He leaned out the passenger’s side of the car. It was $F23. I thought that it was unsafe for him to do so, but i did not try to stop him. I then realized that there was water just off of the road on the left side of the car. We seemed to be slowing down. It seemed as though there were a car in front of us. I thought, for a moment, that $F23 was going to jump out of the car and into the water. $F4 was in the back seat of the car. I looked off of the right side of the car into the water and could see that it was rather shallow. I knew that $F23 should not be jumping into the water. I then started to see the twisted metal pieces of the guard rails below the surface of the water. I realized that someone must have driven off of the road and tore them down. The water seemed like a river, but it was very clear and did not seem to be flowing. There was a man standing to my right as i looked out of the car and down into the blue hue of the water. $F5 was with us, and he wanted to get out. I was hesitant to follow him, and did not trust his judgment. I knew that we could not jump into the water because the ragged metal pieces would cut us. We started forwarde, toward the camp ground, however. I stepped over the edge of the puddle, missing the metal under the water, and walked across the wet grass of the camp ground. I seemed wet from the water, and i pulled off my running shell. It was a light blue and white plastic top. I started to spread it over the ground so that it would dry. I then noticed $F5 leading the others on a short run around the camp ground. I knew that he was being childish, but i started to run after them. They curved around to the left. $F4 and another person were following $F5 as he made them jog in a line after them. It seemed as though he were leading them on a military march. They had left a little ahead of me, and i wondered whether i would be able to catch up. I then realized that $F5 could not really run, so his pace should be fairly slow. I knew that i would be able to catch up, even though my leg seemed to be bothering me. I spotted them as they just started to enter the corridor of the covered bridge. $F5 was calling out marching steps as they jogged. We then circled back into the camp ground. I suddenly noticed that there were several other people showing up at the came site. They seemed like bikers, and i did not trust them entirely. I felt unsafe, and started to collect my running shells from the trail where i had spread them. I then turned around and walked back towards the center of the camp ground. I hopped over the metal grate which was covering the water hole. It seemed to be on the other side of a window as i hopped over it, but i remembered that it was part of the water hole that we had jumped over before. I tried to hop clear of the grate and the dry branches that were growing over it. I knew that there was dangerous metal underneath, and did not want to fall onto it. It then seemed silly to worry about it because there was a plate over the hole.

11998 December 23

I moved through the corridor of the building. The corridor seemed like a street, but i knew that it was behind my grandmother’s house. I had taken a nap during my lunch hour. It seemed as though i should have gotten back to work a while ago. I looked at my watch and noticed that it was after thirteen. I was late. I started to get my things together. I then looked down at my watch and realized that it was 13:55. I had missed the meeting at work by quite a bit. I did not feel like going back. It no longer seemed like i had anything to go to. I then walked into the garage with my father. He had some work to do over the holiday. $A84 was in the garage as we approached from the back of the building. My father spoke to $A84, telling him that he would be in the meeting at the front of the building, where the business people would be recalculating the statistics. He then told $A84 that i had overslept and would probably be working late. I felt bad. I did not want to be working any later. I wanted to leave early in the afternoon.

Driving with $A237 down the road. We were trying to get to someplace. It felt strange to be with $A237, as i did not really know him that well. We took the road which headed back to the south so that we could get back up the hill to the mall. I knew that we were near the thruway and looked at the mall as we approached. I realized that we had taken the long way around. We could have simply cut across a side street rather than taking the highway. We drove into the entrance to the mall to get gas. I thought that the area looked quite different than i had remembered. I thought that it must be the fact that i was looking at if from the south when i was used to seeing it from the north. We then turned to the left, into the gas station which was situated in front of the mall. I did not think that the place was really a gas station. I could see a small police station nearby. We were at a small gas station. It was not a large one like i was used to. I walked into the store which was attached to the gas station and asked for some stamps. I looked through my walled and noticed all of the bills in it. They were square. I sorted them by colours. The blue and green ones were first, followed by the red and white ones. The woman came up to the counter and i asked her how much the stamps were. She told me the price, but it sounded too expensive. I asked, “When did you raise the price on them?” She seemed suspicious of me and pointed to a sign on the wall. The sign was of a postage stamp. I thought that she did not understand my question. She then turned to speak to someone one else at the counter. I was confused, but thought that i should ask her again. I realized that $A237 had gotten gas for the car and i thought that i should pay for it while i was inside. I asked the woman about the stamps again, but she did not seem to understand what i was talking about. I stated slowly, “United States Federal Post Office stamps.” She then told me that they did not have any stamps in the store. I looked back to the sign on the wall but realized that it was for Maxwell House Coffee. I was confused and annoyed and told her that i would pay for the gas instead. She looked at the register, but could not find out how much i owed her for gas. I wondered whether the pump had been cleared since $A237 pumped the gas. She tapped the cash register a few times and then told me that i owed her four hundred and thirty-five dollars. I felt tense and told her that the number was not correct. I then wondered whether $A237 was fooling around with the pump. I thought that i could not really trust him. Then a police officer walked into the store. I felt slightly uncomfortable. There were some kids fooling around to the right. I thought that the officer might be in the store to calm them down. The woman then told me that i owed her a hundred dollars. I was frustrated with her and told her that she was incorrect. I walked out of the store and looked at the sign which showed the price of the gas. It was listed as seven cents. I thought that there could be no more than twenty dollars in the car, even though the car had a large tank. I told the woman that i would not pay more than twenty dollars. She did not agree and i walked out of the store again. I walked to the car and considered leaving. I was mad with the woman, but i knew that it was not a good idea to simply leave the station without paying. I wondered what i should do.

11998 December 24

I walked from the street down the narrow alley, towards my apartment. I thought that the long alley seemed dark and dangerous. It was the way to my apartment. I wondered whether it would always be safe to travel the alley. There wee doors on both sides of the alley. The alley now seemed like a corridor in an old city building. It was wide, and the walls were gold and covered with grime. There seemed to be fancy columns around each of the doors. Each of them was different. Some were round; some had narrow vertical striped; some were square. They seemed to be painted the same gold, but had brown or glittery decorations on them. I scanned the right side of the corridor as i walked, looking for my door. I read the numbers as i walked along, but could not remember which apartment number was mine. Then i came to the end of the corridor. I realized that i must have walked past my door. I tuned around and headed back, looking at the doors as i went. I then realized that none of these doors were mine. I was too close to the front of the corridor. I turned around again and started towards the end of the corridor, thinking that i was mistaken in thinking that it had passed my room. There was an older man sitting behind a window at the end of the corridor. He must have been some kind of watch person. He did not seem to pay any mind to me as i walked down the corridor. As i came to the end of the corridor, i suddenly realized that the corridor made a sharp turn to the right and then to the left, heading straight back into the building. I had forgotten that the back part of the corridor was displaced from the front part. My room was still farther on in the second part of the corridor. I walked down the hall, reading the numbers on the doors. One of the rooms had the number thirty-six on the door. Another had a number in the fourties. I came to my room. As i walked in i was talking to someone else. There were two other people with me as i read the book in front of me. There was a large picture in the book which portrayed a scene from The Wizard of Oz. The four characters were standing in the center of the image with their backs facing out. They were looking across the field of poppies towards the horizon. I knew that it was the scene from just outside of the Emerald City. The Tin Man was standing on the left side of the image, with the Lion next to him. I realized that Tim Man was actually Kermit the Frog. This was from The Muppet Movie. I was reading one of the song books from the movie. I looked on the right hand page to see a picture of Noah’s Ark, which was also from the movie. I laughed at the idea. The others wanted to know what i thought was so funny. The man across the table, on the left, seemed annoyed with my laughter. I looked at the image from the poppy field and noticed that there was a picture of Noah on his ark along the horizon on the left side of the image. Noah was wearing a white robe and had fluffy white hair as he stood on the front of his ark, waving at the four people in the picture. I showed the book to the people across the table from me, telling the how humourous i thought it was that The Muppet Movie merged pieces of the two stories together in such a way. They both found it amusing, but the man seemed unsure bout the plot. I then thought that i was not really sure what was happening in the book that i had. I had not read all of the plot yet. I did know that it was a song book from the play, but i did not really know whether the plot included parodies from The Wizard of Oz and the story of Noah’s Ark in the way that i had told them it had. I was leaning across the table to show them the book. I stood up again on my side of the table and looked over the book. I felt unsure. Then there was a child sitting between the two people on the other side of the table. The child did not seem to think that i was behaving correctly and told me to sit down. I looked at the chairs on the side of the old table. They seemed like antiques, with tall backs made of thin poles. I pulled up one of the chairs and sat down across the table from the child. The child told me that i should not be sitting in the antique chairs because they were special chairs. As i sat, i realized that the chair was very low to the ground. My nose came up to the edge of the table. I placed my hands on the edge of the table, demonstrating how low the chair was to the two adults on the other side. I was humoured by the event. I then stood up to look for another chair when i took interest in the table itself. It seemed like a very nice polished wood table. I noticed that there were drawers on the near side of the table. I pulled one open, but could not see what was in it. The man on the other side of the table stood up and started walking around to my side. He was going to help me find a better chair. I opened another drawer, thinking about the song book.

11998 December 25

I was at the fair with the other people. We had been ding something, but now we were talking at the edge of the fir grounds. I then started to notice the parade that was passing to the southwest of us. We were standing near some structure, and there were people walking around us. I watched some of the people in the parade move from our left to our right. They all seemed like young children. They were carrying white balloons over their heads which had writing on them. I noticed the balloon of one of the young boys which had the number nine written on it in large back type. The child seemed to be hovering off of the ground. I thought that the lift of the balloon was keeping him from the ground. He was flying. I then noticed that he was tied to the person in front of him and the person behind him. Each member of the parade was tied in a line. I realized that all of the parade was following the line of the train track which circled the park. It was a small train for the children. I looked down to the track to the west and noticed that each of the children was also attached to a small metal cart with two axles and train wheels. The carts were following the train tracks, which kept the parade in line. I pointed this fact out to the person who was standing to my right. I then noticed that all of the children now had balloons with letters of the alphabet on them. I realized that the numbers came first, followed by the letters of the alphabet. It was the theme of the parade. The costumes on the children seemed to be bright and shiny. They were blue with white trimmings. I then noticed that the last person in the parade seemed to be lagging behind slightly. He seemed to be hesitant to follow the rest. He was the letter Z. I realized that he could not help but follow the others as he was chained to them by what seemed to be a long narrow spring. He paused for a moment, trying to resist the pull of the others, but he could not hold them back. He was forced to start walking again as the spring pulled him forward with a jolt. I turned around and looked back to the northeast. I could see the train track on the other side of the park from us. I wondered when i would start to see the parade pass over there. I then noticed the first of the children walking into my view from behind the object which blocked the left part of my view. I continued talking to the person to my left. It seemed as though $G4 were running through the park. I thought that it would be interesting. I knew that $G3 would also be in the park, and i hoped to run into some of them. I thought that it would be interesting if some of them saw me on the run. I thought of the flour marks on the ground as i started running through the park. I then heard the brothers fooling around on the other side of the grassy hill from myself. I was heading in their direction. I ran over the paved path and up the steel dirt slope on the other side. There was a tree trunk sticking out of the ground in the side of the slope as i charged up. I came to the top, where the lawn was green and short. I could hear the brothers running towards me. I then saw $A197 running up over the rise, towards me. He was running away from the other brothers. They were playing some kind of chasing game. I just happened to be in his way, so i swerved towards him and tackled him. He seemed confused at first, but realized who i was, and seemed humourously disappointed that he had been captured.

11998 December 26

I stepped out of the truck onto the wet snow of the ground. I seemed to be in the country in front of a small house. The house was facing east, and was to the southwest of me. The house seemed somewhat like a trailer. I knew that it belonged to $K5 and $K16. They were not home at the moment, but i thought that we should wait for them. The truck in which i had been riding started driving away, down the road. I knew that it was headed home. I thought that i should run after it to catch it, otherwise i would have to walk through the woods to the south to get to the other side of the trail. I felt bad that the truck was leaving me here. They wanted me to chase after them, but i did not feel like doing so. I thought that i should simply follow the trail through the thick pine woods to the south. I stated to walk in front of the house when i realized that it was getting dark. The sun would be setting soon and i would have to find the trail through the woods in the dark. I wondered whether it would be a good idea. I then thought of the snow on the ground. It was up to my knees, and would make it harder for me to see where the trail went. I also thought that i would be the first person to walk on the trail since it had snowed, so there would be no tracks to follow. I thought that i would have to follow the truck anyway, even though it was a longer route. I felt bad, as though the others had left me behind. It then seemed to be getting quite dark outside.

I was in the back hall of $P19. There were several pieces of mail on the counter. I realized that the mail had just come in and thought that i might sort it. There was a small box in brown paper wrapping. I knew that it was for $A47. I grabbed the rest of the magazines and envelopes from the counter and started to sort them. There was an older woman standing to my right. She seemed to be the mother of someone. I thought of $F13 for a moment and wondered how he was doing as i sorted some mail.

I picked up the small pill from the counter at my parents’ house. It was a toy. Inside the pill casing was a sponge. When the pill was soaked in water, the capsule would dissolve and the sponge would expand into the shape of a dinosaur. I carried the two capsules to the garbage. I was worried that my grandfather might think that they were some of his medication and take them. I knew that the sponges would expand in his throat and he would choke I thought that it would be bad. Then i considered the possibility. I wondered whether it would be really all that bad. I had already thrown the two capsules into the trash, but i wondered what would happen if i placed one of them into the medicine tray.

I walked into the lavatory of the school. I needed to talk to the young boy. His father was with him, and i seemed to be his teacher. I told the boy and his father that the child needed to do things in class a little differently. I knew that the boy needed to do better in class. The boy seemed disappointed with the news and started to walk out of the bathroom. I spoke to the father, telling him that the boy was causing trouble. I then realized that the boy might have misunderstood what i was saying. I knew that the boy was getting very good grades in his classes. I walked after him and called his name. I asked him to stop so that i could talk to him. I sat down on the long bench which was against the right wall of the room. I told the boy that he was doing well i the classes, but that he needed to change things. I then realized that i did not know what to tell him. I realized that i did not really know what i was talking about, but i had to make up some excuse as to why i had said the things i did about him. I paused for a moment and then continued. I told the boy that he was in the top five percent of the class, but that he had to work on something to be a good student. He seemed to understand, and felt better. I stood up and let the boy walk away. I then turned around and looked back across the large bathroom, which now seemed like a parking lot. I looked out over the gravel parking lot where my car was. I was on the top of a mountain. It seemed chilly, but it was a bright sunny day. I thought that i would have to drive back down the main road which led back into town. The road was down the hill from where i was, below the parking lot. The road seemed to be to the northeast of me, and ran from northwest to southeast. There was a dirt road which ran from where i was down the slope of the hill, to the road, cutting a gully into the hillside. On the right side of the road was the parking lot in which my cars were parked. I started to wonder how i would bet my cars back to town, which was to the northwest on the main road. I remembered driving one of them up here, but i must have gone back to town and taken another back up. I could see both my red car and my tan car sitting at the near edge of the gravel lot. I then started to wonder how i could have driven two cars by myself. I then realized that the red car was a shirt car, and the grey car, which was in the lot at the top of the hill, was a pants lot. I thought that i must have worn both of the cars when i came here the first time, but only wore the pants back. Then, when i came the second time, i wore a different shirt. So now i had three cars here. I turned to the west and walked across the upper parking lot, where my grey car was. It was parked at the end of the lot, and seemed to be the only car in the lot. It was a grey station wagon and seemed like a pants car. I then started to wonder how i was going to get all of my cars back home. I thought that i could take them home in the same way that i got them here, but i did not understand how i could drive more than one car at a time. It seemed impossible to move two cars together. I thought of driving one back and then coming to get a second, but then i realized that i would have no way to get back here. I then thought of how i got them here. It suddenly seemed silly to think that the cars were like shirts and pants. It also seemed strange that i would have worn only pants going back. I then thought that i could have only driven one car at a time, and that they were not like clothing. I did not know how the cars had gotten here. I seemed distressed trying to figure the problem out.

I drove my car into the parking lot at $P7. I was going to be taking classes here again. I was in the parking lot behind the building, at the bottom of the hill. The near side of the lot was empty. I drove over the parking lines towards the end of the lot which was in the corner of the building. There seemed to be only a few cars parked on that end of the lot. I then noticed that the parking spaces were numbered. I realized that my car was not registered to be in the lot. I thought that i would have to tell the women in the front office that i was here. I then thought about the classes. It seemed strange that i would be back at $P7 for classes. I thought about it as i drove into the end space of the second row, which was numbered with a twelve. The end space was on the end away from the building. I thought that it was a good number on which to park. I thought about why i was really taking classes in the school again. I felt as though i really did not want to. It did not make sense to me. I would only be here for half a year, but i would be studying high school classes. I knew that i had already graduated from college, so this seemed unreasonable. As i stood up from the driver’s seat of my car, i noticed a car waiting behind me. I had parked in the first row of parking lot, right next to the building. I realized that i must be in the other person’s space. I asked the woman in the car whether i was i her space, and she told me that i was. I wondered where i was to park my car, and asked the woman where visitors parked. She told me that the back lot was open. I looked through the space between the school and the gym and noticed the long narrow lot which ran along the back side of the gym. I would have to drive my car around to there. It did not seem inconvenient. I then decided that i did not want to take classes here, and that i was simply going to leave. There was no reason for me to spend time in high school when i had already passed that stage of my life.

11998 December 27

I flew through the air, moving my arms in a swimming motion. I kept thinking about how i was pulling myself through the air. It was dark outside, and i was moving over the north end of $P69, heading into $P69. There were trees to the south of me, and there was a light illuminating part of the green grass. I wondered how i was able to fly so easily. It did not seem to be an easy thing to do, but i did not feel as though i was expending too much effort. I started to pass the building on my right when i flipped my feet under me and started to descend. I landed in the center of the quadrangle and looked at the large brick building. I realized that something was wrong. People were running out from the building. I realized that there was a fire on the east end of the building. It seemed to be in one of the classrooms. Someone was warning everyone to get away from the building. I was then on the back side of the building. The others were heading into the building. I followed them. There was something that we had to get out of the building. I looked around the large class room, thinking that there might be some smoke in the room that we could not yet see. The fire had not spread to this part of the building yet. We ran over to the east wall of the room. We were trying to get into the next room. Something was in there that we had to get to. There was a doorway on the north side of the east wall. I stepped through the doorway and into the room where the others were. There had to be a way to get back into the room to the west. I then realized that had just passed from one room to the other. There must have been some way for me to do it. I moved through the wall and appeared in the other room again. I then opened the closet door in the center of the east wall. We were trying to break through the door which was on the north end of the wall, but i suddenly thought that it might be easier to break through the back of the closet. I pushed on the stained wood panel of the back wall and it fell through. I was looking into the room to the west, where the other people had been trying to get through. I told them about the opening. Then there was someone else with us. It seemed to be an authority figure, and he wanted us to get out of the building. I knew that we were not supposed to be in the burning building, but i had to find something. We could not let the man know for what we were looking.

11998 December 28

I walked down the dirt road near my grandfather’s cottage at $P26. It was dark out, and the lights in the cottage were on. I knew that my grandfather did not live there anymore, but i wanted to go into the cottage. I still had keys to the front door in my pocket. I thought about walking in the front door and playing dumb. I wanted to go into the cottage to see what had become of the place. I stood outside the main door which led into the living room. I could see the people inside the window to the right as they sat in the living room. I had intended to walk into the front door, but decided against it. I turned around and started back across the porch. I thought that i had down this before, but they had not heard me opening or closing any of the doors. I opened the door at the entrance to the porch and let it close behind me. I could see one of the people from inside the living room react to the noise. He got up and started towards the door. The man opened the porch door and called to me, asking me if i needed any help. I told him that i had been in the wrong house and continued down the road. I then thought that someone might be studying in the cottage. I wondered whether it was $F31. It seemed that he should be copying notes from one page to another. I wondered how he was doing it. It seemed unlikely that he would be copying the papers by hand. I hoped that he would not have to go through all of that trouble. I came to an intersection in the country road. It was day time, and there were open fields of dry yellow grass all around us. There were rows of leafless trees between the fields in the distance. I looked to the right and noticed the red car racing towards the intersection. It seemed very close, but it did not pass quickly. It was drag racing. It then skidded into the intersection and came to a stop on one of the corners across the cross road from me. I looked at the side of the fifties-style car and noticed that it did not have and tires on it. It was simply driving on its rims. The car backed up abruptly, driving back to the right side of the intersection. I noticed that there was a dark grey car approaching the intersection from the right and i worried that the red car would back into it. The grey car screeched to a halt behind the red truck. I watched as the large red truck slowed down and came to a stop just in front of the car. I watched it, wondering whether it had fully stopped or not. Then the truck started to spin its wheels in the forward direction. I watched the metal rims slid on the ground. I noticed that the rims had ridges across their surface which were designed to grab the road. They were treads which would grip the gravel much better than tires. The truck crossed the intersection and started down the road in which i had been standing. I was now watching the truck from one of the other roads as it moved to my left. As the truck passed the intersection, it revved up its engine. The tires then started spinning faster, and long streaks of black asphalt shot out from the back of the truck. I realized that it was just starting its run. I watched clumps of ground as they were projected from under the speeding tires over the intersection and into the center of the field to my right. One of the men, who had been watching the truck from my right, next to the other cars, let out a cheer as the debris landed in the field. I looked down at something. I was not impressed by the race outside. I then looked back out through the window on the front of the house. I could see three bodies lying in the center of the road. The nearest was a man in a black sweater with lighter-coloured striped around the cuffs and collar. I focused on the man in the red shirt who was lying just beyond him. I noticed that he had tire impressions in his sides, as if he had been run over. I thought that they had really been hurt. I wondered what i should do, but i did not feel the actual need to do anything right no. I calmly thought about the situation and how the people might be hurt. I looked down again and then back out the window. I could see the dark grey car approaching them. The car slammed on its brakes and skidded to a stop, turning slightly to one side. The driver stepped out of the car, obviously concerned over the bodies in the road. Then one of the bodies sat up. I realized that they had been playing a joke. The man in red sat up as the woman in black dusted off her hands and started walking out of the road. They were all smiling, as if the joke had been a success.

11998 December 29

I walked through the locker room in the back section of $P7. I had my running sneakers with me and thought that i should go running inside. I knew that i did not have any clothing to go running outdoors, so i thought that i would run in the gyms. I wondered whether the gyms would be free. I knew that there would be people practicing in the hockey rink. I wondered whether i would be able to run around the outside of the rink. I thought that some people might mind. I hurried through the locker room and walked into the field house. I walked into the gymnasium in the back of the school. There were a few people from the wrestling team practicing on the red mats in the center of the room. I was interested in what they were doing and wanted to watch. It did not seem like a formal practice. $A117 then walked out of the back office and into the center of the room. He spoke to the wrestlers for a moment. I paced around on the side of the room when i noticed that i was wearing a singlet. I thought that i had become part of the practice sessions. I was happy that i got to do the sport again. I knew that the gym class was very informal and disorganized, but i wanted to be part of it. I watched as one of the wrestlers paced around in the center of the room. He was about my height, well build, and wearing a red singlet. I recognized him as someone from the team. I thought that i should do something to stay warmed up. There was a set of parallel bars near me. I grabbed onto one and tried to do a pull-up. I pulled myself up so that the bar came behind my next, but, as i let myself down, i realized that i was too close to the floor. My knees were bent, but they hit the mats anyway. The bars were too close to the floor. I moved to the left, to a different section of the bar, hoping that i could do some exercises there. I wanted to get some exercise in. I tried to do some dips, but did not seem to be managing too well. I started to rotate over the bar. I hopped off, thinking that i must lack some coordination. The wrestler looked at me. I felt slightly embarrassed that i could not do such a simple exercise. I thought that i must have been away too long. I wanted to get some practice wrestling. I wanted to know how to do the sport again, but i was unsure whether i would be able to practice with other people. I thought that had hung out with them, but did not feel like part of their group. I walked out into the center of the room, past the wrestler. I then turned around just as the other man was entering the room. He was wearing black plastic pants and a black sweatshirt and had a manila folder in his right hand. He held the folder against his chest as he walked. He announced that there seemed to be too many people wrestling with the club. I thought that i really should not be practicing with the team because i had not signed up with them. The wrestler replied that there were too few people in the practice session. He said that there should be more. The man in black said that he only had paperwork and money from one person. I realized that, if i wanted to take part in the wrestling sessions, i would have to fill out insurance forms and pay dues. I felt slightly uncomfortable being there.

I wanted to go running, but it seemed very late in the day. It was getting dark and i had to gather my things to leave. As i collected a pile of clothing from the bed i wondered whether i would be able to run in the gymnasium. I did not know whether it would be open or not. I was not really excited about running in the gymnasium, but i thought that it would have to do. I turned and walked across the parking lot. I walked off of the pavement and into the small section of trees. I then noticed some runners on the hill in front of me. The hill seemed very steep and was cut with agricultural terraces. I thought that it was very scenic. I wondered what the runners were up to. They were running up the steep slope of the hill. I remembered that it was part of the sixteen mile run which started at the bottom of the hills and ran up to the top. I thought that it sounded like fun and wanted to join the runners. I then thought that it would be getting dark soon. I would not be able to start the run. I looked around and thought that it seemed like twilight. I walked over to the other runners. $A121 was standing with the group, and i noticed $A34 sitting on a bench off to the side. I thought that i could run with them, but i felt disappointed that i would probably not be able to keep up. I knew that i would have to run slower. Then $A215 announced that she would be part of the slowest group. They would be leaving at stagnated intervals, with the slowest group running last. I thought that i should be the last person in the running group so that i could turn around if i could not run any farther. I looked down over the steep slope of the hill that we were on. It was getting dark, but i could see the scraggly rock surface of the hill. I thought that it looked exciting to run on. There were pine trees growing along the face of the hill, and there was tan sandy soil along the ground. It seemed like someplace in the western United States. I then noticed that the sky was turning dark as if the sun was setting or as if a storm were coming in. I turned and continued down the corridor. I could not move as quickly as i wanted to because of the family which was walking in front of me. I spoke to $Z, who was walking on my right. I told him that i used to live in this place as we walked up the steep hill of the corridor. We had started from out of town, but had come to this place, which was in the small town. The stairs, that we were climbing, started to get smaller as we approached the top. I remembered that my mother always had difficulty with them. I told $Z that i used to live in the apartment which was on the right side of the hall, near the top of the stairs. It was a large apartment, but it was too dilapidated. I then remembered the apartment and thought that it was rather nice. I wondered why i had moved. We walked down the stairs on the other side of the apartment and headed towards the door. As i opened the door, i noticed that the door led back to the center of town. I realized that we had covered a very long distance in the corridor. I thought that we could have started from the town and not have traveled over the hill to get to the other entrance to the corridor. I then noticed that the door was open to the apartment in the lower corridor. The corridor led down to the right or the corridor that we had traveled down. I realized that the front wall of the apartment folded so that it opened to one side. It was the way to open the apartment. I then realized that there was stuff in the apartment. Someone had been there. There were still things scattered all over the floor. I was upset that someone was there. I had not finished unpacking my things, but now i realized that i would not be able to because the other person was still there. I complained to my parents about the other person in the apartment as i paced around the large room. The other person should not have been here. I walked across the large living room towards the door on the back side. The door led into the kitchen area. I walked into the other room and looked around, trying to make sure that nothing was missing. Nothing seemed to be missing. I knew that i had been gone for a long time, but i was still upset that someone had entered the room. I walked back into the living room. There was a body on the floor. The people were supposed to clean the apartment before i got here. I was very angry. I tried to grab the body to move it. I thought that it should not smell so soon, but i could smell it decaying. It had a very strong smell. I told the others that there was a body in the room. As i moved it across the floor i realized that there was a worn area in the carpet under it. The body had been there long enough to rot a hole in the carpet. I decided that i should call the police. In picked up the telephone as the other person left the apartment. I looked over the telephone, but could not find the number for the police. I then started opening the drawers of the small brown cabinet on which the telephone was sitting. I was looking for the telephone book. The drawers were crowded with items, but i could not find the telephone book. I was upset and frustrated. The other people then started to arrive. I yelled about the mess in the room. Everything was messy in the apartment, and it was not the way it should be. I told the people about the body that had rotted a hole in the carpet. I asked then what they were going to do about it. They told me that i would have to call the police to have them take care of the body.

I was very tall and i had the head of a dinosaur. There were people hiding behind the stone wall, and i was trying to get them. I hit the wall with the head, but it did not seem to do anything. I had to break into the castle. It was part of the game. There was a chimney on the outside of the stone wall. I walked around to the other side of it and tried hitting the wall there, but it still had no effect. I then reached up and grabbed the top of the wall, thinking that i could try to remove slabs of stone from the wall one by one. The top of the wall was high above me, though, and i was afraid that the slabs of stone would fall and hit me. I reached up and tried to remove some of the stones from the top of the wall, trying to angle them so that they landed to one side. I thought that i should have a ladder so that i was above the falling rocks. I then thought that i could get a hard hat and continue pulling the stones down the way that i had. I realized, however, that the stones could still hit my shoulders and hurt me. I turned from the wall and walked over to the small hole in the ground. I thought that i should replicate a ladder. I spoke into the hole, asking the computer to generate one for me. It asked me what i meant. I tried to describe what a ladder was, knowing that there were probably no ladders when the game took place. I explained to the computer that i was a small dinosaur and i had to tear down a wall to get to the men inside. I said that it was part of the game that i was in. I tried to define the ladder for the computer. I said that it should have two-metre steps. I then wondered whether using a ladder, which was out of time for the game, was cheating. A wooden ladder then started to rise out of the hole. I grabbed onto it and moved it over to the wall. A man then came up from the hole. He was on my team. He had a small seed in his hand that he placed on the small wooden table which was near the wall. I thought that the table would probably not be a safe place for the seed. I knew that it was a special seed and that it needed to be protected. I thought that we should find a safer place. I did not want the other people to knock it over. I picked it up and carried it over to the mantle which was over the area by the chimney. As i turned around, though, i noticed that one of the men on my team was lying on the ground. He was very week. I gave him the seed. It was a secret nourishment from the other place. It was used by my team. The man stood up and started to work on the wall. He was helping us tear it down. The rest of us watched.

11998 December 30

I was practicing the play with the other people. I had run through this play before, and everything seemed to go perfectly. I was one of the characters which entered from the side room and started talking to the man in the center of the stage. I moved to the door on the north side of the west wall, getting ready to walk out onto the stage. I suddenly realized that i did not remember my lines. I could not seem to think what they were. I walked out onto the stage, thinking that it was my cue. I did not know what to say. The other actors then stopped talking, and i thought that it was time for my line. There was a man and a woman in the center of the stage, to my north, and a woman to my left, on the south side of the stage. The audience was to the west. I started a line, directed to no one in particular. I did not know whether it was the correct line or not, but i had to say something to keep the play going. The man in the center of the stage then started talking again. I walked back off of the stage and in to the long room. I had to find my script. I looked over the long black lab table in the center of the room. There were several scripts on it, but none of them were mine. They were small tan scripts, with standard covers on them. I thought that i should find mine so that i would not be searching for the correct line. I could not find the correct script. I then realized that i should be back out on the stage. I had to grab one of the swords from the table. I picked one up and headed for the door. I realized that the sword i had grabbed had no hand guard. It seemed to be the wrong sword, but i did not have time to find the correct one. I walked back out onto the stage and looked at the man in the center of the stage, who was talking. I placed the tip of the sword on the ground and started pushing down on the handle of the sword. The thin sword bowed outward in a steady rhythm. I scowled at the man as he spoke. It was physical comedy. I was supposed to suggest that i was impatient with the man’s ramblings. I still could not remember my lines. Once i was finished with the sword routine, i turned around and walked back off of the stage. I was worried about the play. It went very well the first time, and i could not understand how it had gone wrong the second time. I then started to wonder why there was an audience outside. It seemed strange that we were performing already. I walked back out onto the stage. The audience seemed to be helping us do the performance. Everything felt very strange.

I walked into the room with the others. This seemed to be part of a secret society. I did not feel comfortable being with these people. I started to wonder how i had gotten involved with them. I then realized that it had something to do with high school. I remembered that i was allowed into the society because i had good grades in school. $F4 and $F5 were in the room with me. I thought that they also had good grades, but i started to wonder why $F5 was allowed into the society. I did not think that he was a good choice. He was too stubborn. We were welcomed into the large room where everyone was sitting. There was a couch on the south wall of the room. I was told to sit in it as a guest. The other guests sat to my left. I felt special to be treated as a guest. The people who were sitting on the floor in front of me were interested in us, and came to listen to us. I felt strange as i sat on one of the large cushions which were on the couch. The cushions seemed like large pillows, decorated with bright colours in fine lines. I felt uneasy.

11998 December 31

I flew through the rooms of the large house. The house seemed nicely decorated, but empty. It also seemed as though it was getting dark outside. I passed through the gardens of the house and back into one of the rooms. It seemed as thought there might be someone else here. I looked through the rooms carefully, but could not see anyone. I thought that the other occupant of the house might be in. The lights were on in the small sitting room. I then flew out of the house and around the side of the yard. There was a creek which ran on the north side of the house. I walked along the stony bank of the creek. It was daylight outside. I then heard the high-pitched beep as i walked over the rocks. I looked out across the creek and into the sun-lighted forest on the other side. I then realized that the noise was from the alarm system. I looked ahead of me and noticed that there was a small blue light on the edge of a short wooden pole. The light was flashing slowly. I had set off the alarm. I headed back to the house. I thought that the police would not be coming. I would have to wait for them to arrive. I walked across the grassy lawn towards the back door of the house. The door was on the east side of the north wall. There was a line of shrubs which started to the right of the door and stretched to the east. There seemed to be a grassy hill on the other side of the shrubs from me, as if the back side of the house were at a lower level than the rest of the house. I knew that there was a driveway on the east side of the house, and that there was a black metal gate in the center of the shrubs which led to it. I walked up to the wooden door. The door was darkly stained and was arched at the top. It was set into a clean white stucco wall. I walked up to the door, but i could hear the sound of the alarms being set off again. I thought that i had reset the alarm earlier, but i must have set it off again. I thought that the person in the house should know that i was there. I walked back into the house and realized that all of the lights had been turned off. I knew that the woman was here. I wondered why she did not come to say hello. I had been staying in the house, but i knew that there was someone else with me. I looked into one of the dark rooms of the house when i noticed the light green book bag sitting on the floor just inside of the doorway. I realized that the woman was here. I wondered where she went. I then saw her walking through a room on the other side of a window from me. I started to fly around the house again. I was then circling the house from the outside. I walked through the black metal gate and across the driveway. It seemed like evening out. The sky was blue with some scattered clouds, but the angle of the sun was low in the west. It seemed as thought the police would be coming soon in response to the alarms. I started to move down the road. It was driving very fast down the paved road along the ocean side. I was then driving very swiftly down a road which had water on both sides of it. I knew that the water to the right was the ocean and that the water on the left was a small reservoir. The road curved slightly to the left. There was then an animal which emerged from the water on the left side of the road. A second animal followed it. I was worried that i might hit it, but i was able to drive past it before it could get fully out of the water. At first, i thought that the animal was a zebra, but then i realized that it was only one of the small pigs. The pigs seemed to be all over this area. They had a head like a zebra and similar stripes all over their bodies, but they were still shaped like pigs. Several more animals emerged form the water on the left side of the road and charged to the ocean on the right. I realized that they were all migrating. One of the jumped out of the water in front of my and then turned to head down the road towards me. It was followed by a few more animals. They stayed in the opposite lane from me. I watched them as they passed. They still looked very much like zebras to me, but i noticed their trumpet-shaped ears and round bodies. Their ears had light fur hanging from the ends of them. I then noticed that other animals were running with them. I came into the small town and slowed my car down. As i looked out the driver’s window, i noticed that there were many animals lined up to leave the area. They were all migrating to the ocean. I could see a small family of brown ducks lined up on the road. They had furry feathers as they stood behind some other animals.