ZUDEMA

11989 Spring

I sat at my desk in my room. I was looking down at the CDs in my hands. They were interesting. The one on top was dark with red objects on the cover. These were Rush CDs. There were three of them. One of them had the famous image of a man standing in front of a large symbol. The second was the album with “Tom Sawyer” on it. I did not recognize the third, but it belonged with the other two. It was white and purple. There was some special connection between these albums. They were part of a set. There seemed to be some significance to them.

There had been a rape in the small run-down mobile home. I felt upset about it as i stood on the cement stood, outside the entrance door. I could see the silhouettes of the husband and wife inside. They were still arguing. The man had raped the woman, and i felt very upset with him. I had tried to stop him from hurting the woman. I felt enraged at the man and grabbed him by the back of the collar, throwing him to the floor. I then realized that i had hurt the man. At first, i felt justified, knowing that i had hurt him because he had hurt the woman. The man was only angered with me. He yelled at me. The woman yelled at me as well for interfering with her husband. They pushed me out onto the porch and closed the door. They said that they would sue me for the damage i had done to the man. I felt bad. I had only made the situation worse.

The Nazis were chasing us through the narrow passages of the canyon. The other two people and i crouched down as we ran, hoping that we would not be spotted. The walls of the canyon were striped horizontally in reds and oranges. I was frightened that i would be captured. They would kill us. The wall to my right was now cement. It was old and dingy. We seemed to be in the basement of a building. I looked down to the dirt floor to see the pencils. They were arranged in an arrow, which pointed down the tunnel to our left. I knew that it was the wrong way. The pencils were set up to confound the Nazis. I ran in the other direction and hid behind a short wall. This section of the building was unfinished. The wall still had a crawl space behind it I peered out through the cracks in the paneling. The Nazis were standing right n front of me. The officer then noticed my motion behind the wall. I ran into the basement room and hid behind the old green couch. I was then in the dining room of the house, sitting at the large wooden table. My mother sat at the end. She was an Egyptian.

I was on the side of the highway. It was dark out, and the cars were passing by to the left of me. The grass under my feet seemed wet, but i could not feel it through my shoes. There was a car on the side of the road in front of me. It had been stopped by the police because it had been speeding. I knew that the police had been watching the highway for any sigh of speeders. I crouched down to pick up the pieces of the small rock. I had thrown it at a car, causing the accident. I was angry with the man in the car, so i had thrown the rock at his windshield. The police were suspicious of everyone on the road, so they were stopping them all for speeding. Several cars drove past, down the highway. The man started to question me. I concealed the rock as i answered him. I did not want them to find out that i was involved. I glanced down the highway, noticing the police officers on the bridge over the highway. They were watching the man ask me questions. I was careful not to act suspicious.

We ran through the dark tunnel, trying to get out. The warning lights were flashing, and the entire place was about to self-destruct. We had shut off the power switches in the control room to sabotage the place, but now it was shorting itself out. The corridor was dark as we ran dawn it. I came to the end of the hall and entered into the mayor’s office. Antique furnishings cluttered the walls around the large polished wooden desk. There was a large grandfather clock against the wall, directly behind the desk. I looked over the off-white face of the clock. It reminded me of the one that my grandfather had. We told the mayor that the building was in danger. We had to evacuate. I was then standing in the library of $P7. The room was still cluttered with oak tables and cabinets. The books and papers, which had been scattered over the mayor’s desk, were now scattered on the floor. The place was disheveled. We had to get out, so i directed the others out the front window of the room. I leaned out the large window in the front wall to see if it would be possible to jump. It did not seem that far to the ground. I could see the front circle of the driveway below us. To either side, i could see the other wings of the building covered with smoke and bright red flames. I thought that we had to get the books out of the library before the fire spread to the front section of the building. I told the others that we could throw the books out the window. We had to save the information. I tossed a few large volumes to the ground as i instructed the others. I told the librarian that he should collect the yearbooks. They could not be replaced, and should be preserved. We started throwing the large black plastic garbage bags of books out the window. As we turned back into the room, smoke started to drift across the ceiling. The others were getting impatient and wanted to leave the room. I had to go back to get the rest of the books. I did not want the books to be lost.

I remembered the tall tower, though it was not really a tower. It was simply someplace high, like the top of a mound or a pyramid. We had to be cautious of it. It was placed in the center of the island, and the eye at the top could see everything that was happening. It watched all, casting its gaze like a red search light over the land. The beam of its gaze was looking the other direction from us. The sky around it was black, rippled with dark clouds. I ran to the right, following $Z between the blank buildings. The corridor was like a maze, with flat bluish-grey walls. We were scared, and we had to hide from its gaze. I was afraid that it might see me and see into my thoughts. My fear then seemed childish. There should not be anything to be afraid of. The tower was simply a memory from long ago. I thought that it might even be from another life. I huddled against the wall, scared again of the watcher in the tower. I knew that this was just a dream, and that i really should not be afraid. Why had i seen this again? What was the significance of this place? I was terrified, but i my vision was drawn to the eye.

I was in the city again. This place was special. The houses around me were old and looked abandoned. They looked like row houses from a modern city. I looked up at one on the right side of the street as we walked. There was a large leaded glass window on the top floor of the old green house. It looked attractive to me. I liked the old mansions in this area. I wished that i could live in a place like this. I continued down the street, stepping over the over-grown weeds in the pavement. I came to a cross street and paused. $Z continued on to the west. I looked to the north, down the main avenue of the city. The road ran slightly up hill. On the top of the hill, partly obscured by some of the other buildings, was the tall domed cathedral at the center of the city. The large building towered over all other things in the city. I knew this place. The cathedral was near the university. I remembered that the university was very big and sprawled out to the east of the cathedral. I felt fascinated by this place. I wanted to fly over it to get a better view. I imagined how great this place must have been.