ZUDEMA

12008 November 01

I put the glass sculpture back into the bucket of water that was to the north of me in the dimly lighted room. The sculpture, which seemed to be shaped like a sand castle, hissed as it entered the water. It was still hot, and i wondered if it would be too hot to submerge in the cool water. I looked into the bucket, noticing the bubbles coming from the side of the sculpture, where water was seeping in through cracks in the glass. The sculpture must have a small hole in it. It must have cracked in the water and must be hollow. I hoped that the water did not cause too much pressure in the hot center of the object. I pulled the sculpture out of the water, thinking that i should let it cool in the air. I looked it over as i brought it to the table to the east of the bucket. It looked like a small church, with two steeples on the front. It seemed like a fairly nice sculpture, with a lot of detail on the front. I moved it a little in my hands, noticing the water that had gotten inside. I did not want the water inside. I thought that i could put it back in the over, but i realized that the steam would heat up too fast and cause too much pressure. I did not want the statue to crack any more. I placed it down on the tan wood table to the north of me, thinking that it really was a very nice statue. The teacher of this art class was to the north of me, doing something on the northern side of the room. I looked at the church, realized that it was missing one of the tall steeples on the front. It must have fallen off in the water. I moved back to the west a little to get the steeple from the bucket, but i found that the bucket was now empty. Someone had dumped the contents of the bucket out. The female teacher came to my table from the north and handed me the steeple. It must have fallen out of the bucket and into the sink when the bucket was emptied. I took the steeple and looked back at the sculpture, noticing that the small people that had been on the lawn in front of the building were now missing. I felt frustrated. Everything had fallen off of the statue when i had placed it in the bucket of water. I found one of the people on the desk in front of the sculpture, so i picked it up and moved it to the spot where i had put glue, on the near left corner of the gray church sculpture. The other people from the sculpture must also be in the drain. I was annoyed and went to the northwest to look for them in the large metal utility sink, which was against the northern wall of the room. The female teacher was standing to the east of the sink, getting something from the supply closet in the northern wall. I noticed that some of the human figures from the statue were in the sink. I started to dig through the mess of stuff near the drain, but i could not find exactly what i was looking for. Every time i grabbed something in the tangled pile, i seemed to pull up something that i was not looking for. The teacher continued to dig through the closet for something. This place felt like a classroom of a community college where i was taking art classes. I was a designer and was studying here. I felt frustrated that i could not find the figures in the sink. I looked around the room, noticing that everything was cleaned up now. The class was finishing, and everyone was cleaning up for the end of the semester. Things were closing, and i started to feel stressed. I could not get this thing done and i had to get ready to leave with the others. I had to hurry. I dug through the extra stuff from the sink, which was on the counter just to the east of the sink, but i could not find what i was looking for. Annoyed, i turned back to the south and walked back to my table. Most of the people had left the classroom. The entire place seemed to be getting empty because it was closing up soon. I put some of the things that i had found in the drain on the table. Someone asked me where someone was. I felt that i did not have time to deal with the question. I did not know where the person was, and i walked to the south as i explained this to the person. Most of the people had left the school already. I felt hurried, and i told the people that the teacher had left. I had walked out of the room to the west, and i realized that i had let the door close behind me. I was now standing in a wide corridor to the north of the school rooms. I did not have a key to get back in, and i was very angry with myself for letting the door close. I had to finish things in the school, but i could not get back in. I walked to the east, down the corridor a little. There was another door in the southern wall to the east of me, but i was not sure that i could get back in through it. The other door had a card reader on it, and i hoped that i had my student card for the reader. I then wondered whether the cards would still work after the end of the semester. I noticed that there was a keypad near the door, and i thought that i would have to enter a code to get in. I did not know the code, so i hoped that i would not need it. I then realized that there was a tall thin man in a gray suit following me from the west. He had been outside the other door as i exited and was now following me down the hall. I started jogging around the corner of the building, which jutted out of the wall to the south of me. There was a railing that extended from the entryway on the western side of the corner. I rounded the dark metal railing and headed into the entryway, where the glass door to the building was set into the white cement wall. The man was still following me, and he started to bother me. He asked me a question, and i told him to go away. He would not. He kept standing close to me. I felt angry and pushed him away, but he was still stalking me. I felt furious and started yelling at the man. Another man walked down the corridor to the east, passing us. I thought that he would think that i was acting crazy toward the thin man. The thin man would not leave, and i felt very angry and tense. I did not know what to do.

I moved through the white room on the lower floor of $P19. There was a woman in the next room, to the south of me. I was thinking about the missing man. I moved toward the unmade bed, which was against the eastern wall. There seemed to be a dresser to the north of the bed. The woman was in the room with me as i started picking things up. I continued gathering things from the bed as she left the room through the door in the southern end of the western walls. I thought about what i had done, and it felt like a realization. It had something to do with the missing man. I had killed a man a long time ago, and it was very much like what had happened to the missing man. I knew that i should feel bad about what i had done, but i did not. The event did not seem real. I wondered what would happen if i was ever caught. I wondered if the police would ever find the body that i had hidden. I grabbed something from the dresser on the eastern wall and started to push in the bottom drawer. The drawer stuck, though, so i had to lift it up a little to get it to close. I remembered that i always had dreams about feeling guilty about killing this person. I would always remember the murder in the dreams and feel very bad and upset about it. When i woke up, however, i would never remember the events actually happening. I thought that i was awake now, which is why i did not feel guilty. I could not remember killing the man, but i was having dreams about killing him. I wondered what would have happened if the man disappeared, if the murder was real. I imagined how the police would have questioned me about the man’s disappearance. This would make a good story, and i wondered if i should write it. I would have to think of a plot around the mystery. I walked to the west, out into the hall of the house. The investigators were there, and they were asking me questions about the disappearance of the man. This seemed to be related to the man who had just disappeared, thought. I then thought that i was really too old to be living in $P19. I seemed out of place here and wondered why i was still lining here. I decided that i must be visiting, but then i remembered that my things were in the room, so i must actually live here. Something was out of place. I could not be here like this, so i decided that i must be younger in this story. I would have to be young enough to be in college. I stood to the west of the investigators in the hallway of $P19. I told them that i did not know where the man was. I thought about the man, and told the police that i was concerned for him. They told me that he had not been seen in a few weeks. I felt sad and walked downstairs, thinking that i should ask the others in the house where he was. I stopped on the first floor of the house, in front of the mailboxes. I looked at them, trying to think what i should do. I felt a little confused. I noticed that some of the mail slots had boxes in them from Halloween. They were orange and decorated with black bats and jack-o’-lanterns. I had to ask $G3 about the missing man, but i had to seem very concerned. I wondered how i should ask. I then turned to the west and walked across the wide airport lounge. The colors seemed to be metallic light-blue and silver. I passed to the north of a row of chairs. The lounge seemed empty of people, and i felt strange here. I noticed that there were boxes of doughnuts on the tables between the fixed sets of chairs. The boxes were open, and most of the doughnuts had been eaten. I looked around the lounge as i walked through, noticing that the doughnuts were everywhere. Someone must have given out the doughnuts to all of the people that were waiting here. I tried to decide if i wanted a doughnut. The glazed doughnuts looked good, but i felt that i did not really want to eat any. I continued to the west. I then noticed some other people sitting on the benches on the southern side of the lounge. They were facing north, waiting for something. We now seemed to be outside, even though this still seemed to be a waiting lounge at a station. There was a wide brick building to the south of us. I thought about the man who was missing again, wondering how it related to my dream. $A501 was sitting on the eastern-most chair in the row of black leather chairs on the metal frame. $F43 was sitting to the west of her, several chairs down. There was a young boy sitting between them. He was working on something in a book in his lap. As i stood near them, waiting, the boy mentioned something about the opposite colors to leaves. I thought that it was an interesting statement, but i did not know exactly what he meant. I asked him what he meant by a color opposite. $A501 smirked at me. She thought that i was being geeky in trying to define what the boy meant. I tried to clarify to the boy what i was asking. I asked him whether he meant that the color was opposite to the color of leaves, or whether he was talking about having no leaves of color. $F43, who was leaning on the arm of her chair with her right elbow and propping her chin up with her right hand, asked what the opposite of a color was. She did not seem to understand what distinction i was making. I thought that i could clarify what i meant by saying that the opposite of blue is orange. The example would explain what the opposite of a color is. There was a woman in the center of the seats now, sitting one row back. She started to argue about the colors. She told me that there was no such thing as the opposite of a color. I told her about the color wheel, and tried to explain about colors opposite the wheel from each other. She started talking about something else related to colors. I realized that she was not talking about the same thing as we were, and she did not seem to want to figure out what we were talking about. I was not interested in arguing with her, so i turned to the west and headed away.

12008 November 02

I moved to the southern side of the wooden dock with the others. The air around us seemed very damp, and there was a small lake or pond in the center of the curved dock. I could see the dock curving around the eastern side of the silty water. There was a wooden shack on the northeastern side of the water, and the dock ran in front of it. I stood on the southeastern part of the curve, near the others as we looked to the north. There was a short squat woman near me in a white button-up shirt. I pretended to push her into the water. She was scared by my movements, and swung her arms up and back. She stepped backward and fell off of the dock, into the water anyway. I was surprised. She climbed out of the water to the north of us, and i realized that she was angry. She started walking to the south on the dock, and i realized that she was heading toward my blue bicycle, which was lying on its side on the wooden planks. She was going to toss the bicycle in the water as revenge for getting her wet. I was annoyed with her and moved to stop here. As i walked around the curve of the dock, turning north, i realized that there was a gap in the dock between us. There was a culvert running down the center of the gap, but there was no dock running over it. I could not get to the bicycle before she did, so i thought that i would simply have to get my clothes wet to get the bike from the water. I looked across the gap, which was now to the south of me. The dock that the woman was on seemed to run east to west, and the one i was on ran north to south. I looked down at the culvert, noticing that the top of the large black tube was slightly under the level of the calm water. I would have to get my feet wet even to step across the gap on the culvert. I had to the woman. I was very upset with her.

I was meeting the people at the place, but things were not really what they appeared to be. The people were not who they seemed to be. The people were to the east of me, and i had to cautious of them. They were really from a parallel universe. They seemed like the people that i knew, but their minds were not what they should be. The man wan really a woman from the alternate universe who had stepped into the man’s body. It was hard to tell who they really were because they looked like the real people from our universe. I felt unsure and did not know how to approach them.

12008 November 04

I followed the others to the west, through the small room of the building. We were planning to do something here, but we had to be careful that we did not get caught. We had run out of the room to the west and were now it the large corridor of the school. I stood on the eastern side of the stairwell, leaning against the wide sill of the tall window. I was on the landing at the center of the stairs. The stairs descended on the northern side of the well and ascended on the southern side. There were only four or five other people with me, and we had descended the stairs, coming from the short hall to the east. There were only two rooms off of the hall, one to the north and the other to the south. We came from the room on the south. As i stood on the stairs, students started coming down the stairs from the upper level. Classes had just started switching, and the students were coming out of the rooms. The woman i was with stopped in the middle of the upper flight of stairs. She smiled and waved at me, letting me know that we should start moving with the students. It was our plan to mingle with the students so that we did not look out of place here. The woman started walking down the stairs as if she was one of the students. I did not move. I realized that i was too old to look like one of the students. I would not be able to fit into the crowd, so i stood by the wall, pretending that i was waiting for someone. I then realized that i had left my flip-flops inside. I pictured the black Nike sandals and wondered if i really had left them inside the room, which seemed to be a lavatory. We could not let the man in the lavatory discover us, but i felt that i had to go back to get my shoes. I sayed something about it to one of the people standing with me. We now seemed to be near a doorway on the eastern side of the building. They were getting the explosives ready to blow up the door to the bathroom. I took off my white shoes, noticing that my feet were wet. I wanted to put on my sandals. I walked into the lavatory, to the west. One of the others with me started to protest, but i knew that i would be fine. It would simply seem like i was a regular person trying to use the toilets. I walked into the bathroom, aware of the man in the stall to the north. He was the person who might discover us. I continued across the polished cement floor of the room, toward a dark-gray metal stall on the western wall. I then noticed two sets of shoes on the floor in front of the stall. They had been placed there by someone, and i realized that one of the sets was my black sandals. I quickly slipped my feet into them, hoping that the man to the north did not notice me. If he knew that they were my sandals, then he would know that i was one of the people who had been in this room before, and he would figure out what was happening. I stepped into the stall to sit down. I then realized that the toilet was oddly shaped. I had my back to it, as though i was about to defecate, but i did not do anything. I was not standing inside a toilet stall, and i could see the person on the eastern side of the room. I felt uncomfortable about using the white toilet, and i turned around to look at it. It was a tall white porcelain structure, which was shaped like an egg on a round column. The opening in the toilet was a two-deci slit that started over the top of the egg and ran down the side to the bottom. It opened a little near the center, allowing me to see a thin plastic column inside. The column inside was cylindrical and narrow, with a slit running down the front of it. I realized that it as not actually a fancy toilet. It was actually a urinal. I would not be able to defecate in it. I pulled my pants up, feeling them come all the way up to my chest. I did not bother to zip them up, because i would have to find a toilet in one of the stalls so that i could defecate. The man to the east finished and walked out of the room, to the east. I was aware that a man had just left the toilet stall on the western wall. He walked across the room and left through the eastern door. I noticed that he did not wash his hands. I though about using the toilet after him, but something felt wrong about that. I wondered what i should do as i started wandering toward the western wall.

12008 November 05

I turned to the east and walked to the front door of the house. This was my grandfather’s house, and i was stopping in to see him. I knocked on the brown wooden door at the front of the house. The door was thin, with glass panes on the upper half. It was unlatched and opened as i knocked. I stepped inside, calling out a “hello” to anyone in the house. My grandfather said something for a room on the eastern side of the house. I moved forward, to the north, into the living room. There did not seem to be any furnishings in the living room, and the house seemed as though it had just been vacated. Something was odd here. I greeted my grandfather. He seemed to be drunk. He was carrying an alcohol bottle in his left hand, and he had two other bottles in his left. He seemed confused as he wandered around in the center of the room. He then dumped the alcohol bottle on the floor, splashing some on his white shirt, which he was wearing under an unbuttoned brown sweater vest. I felt upset that he was in such bad shape, but i did not know what do to for him. He seemed to be trying to figure out how to do something in the middle of the room. He seemed disheveled and disoriented, and i felt very bad for him. I looked at him again, and he was on his knees in the middle of the shag carpet of the small room. He was trying to do something. I knew that he was on his medication and should not be drinking alcohol, but i did not know how to stop him. I then noticed that one of the bottles on the floor near him had tipped over and was spilling onto the rug. I turned to the west, pretending that i did not notice. I thought that it was better to let the alcohol spill out than to have him drink it. I then realized that the liquid was clear and the bottle seemed like a water bottle. If it was water then i should not let him spill it, because he would probably need water in his system. I felt upset, pacing around the room, wondering what to do about my grandfather.

12008 November 06

I walked down the hall to the east and into the bedroom of the apartment. I was carrying several things, and one of them slipped from my arms. The green gourd bounced on the dirty green carpet of the hallway and rolled into the room ahead of me. I closed the wooden door of the room behind me and picked up the gourd. I put the gourd on the small table to the north, which also seemed to be a gray metal desk. There was a woman in the room to the east of me, and she greeted me. I realized that she was $F14. I said hello as i moved to the northeast, across the room. $A157 was also in the room. This place seemed very familiar to me, and i thought that it was my old college apartment. I had come back here for some reason. It felt different this time, though. Something was not as it should be, and i thought that i was too old to be here. I should no longer be living in this place.

12008 November 07

I was with several members of $G3 on the large open grassy lawn, which seemed to be a golf course. There was thick green grass all around us, and the land rolled in small hills and mounds. Everything seemed very lush, and there seemed to be a fence or wall running along the southern side of the area, just to the south of a green. There also seemed to be something to the west of us, like a line of trees or bushes. I was here doing work on the course, and some of $G3 were helping me. There was a small machine for cutting grass. It looked like a round lawn mower, and i thought that it would run by remote control. $A359 then picked up the disk-shaped mower and tossed it to the south like a frisbee. It landed in the heavy grass just to the south of the green and started moving to the east, cutting the grass around the edge of the green. Several people chuckled at the action, and i realized that the mover was doing what it should, but i did not know how to control it. It was running too far to the east, and its started cutting parts of the green that it should not. It moved around the eastern side of the green. I was worried that it would mess up the area, but the others did not seem concerned. I was aware of some people playing golf on the course to the southwest. They seemed to be on the next fairway, and one of the men seemed to be wearing yellow pants and a white shirt. I did not want to be doing this job and felt that i should not have started doing it again. I turned to the west and walked into the house, which seemed to be $P19. There were some other people here from $G3. I felt out of place here because i seemed too old to be here. I walked to the east, thinking that i could get some food from the kitchen. I thought that i could check out some pop-tarts. I thought about how i would sign up for them, to pay for them. I could check up the cost under the alumni list. I decided that i donated enough to this place that i could have a pop-tart under alumni. As i stepped into the kitchen, i noticed a blond man on the southern side of the long kitchen island counter. He was surprised to see me here. He seemed to be doing something to prepare food on the counter. I felt out of place and wandered back to the west, through the others that were in the dining room. I wanted to talk to them, but i felt that it was no longer appropriate. I felt out of place. I wanted to talk to the blond man because i thought that he was interesting. He seemed to be nice, and i wanted to get to know him.

I drove into the farm area, heading to the south. The land around me seemed very green and covered with bushes and shrubs. I drove into the large open wooden structure, which seemed to be a barn. The northern wall of the barn was missing, however, as thought only the supporting beams were there. I stopped the truck on the dry packed dirt ground and got out to unload the car. The barn seemed to be to the south of the car, but there was still a roof covering the area where i was, as though this was a shed off the northern side of the dull-red barn. I started to unload the car, which was really a pick-up truck. The small car seemed to be green and shaped like an early-eighties hatchback. I pushed on the back driver’s corner of the car, wondering if the car was parked properly. The car slipped a little to the south. I was annoyed as i walked around the trunk of the car, which was on the western side. There was a hole in the dirt floor of the barn, and the car slipped to into the hole. The ground seemed loose under the car, and the edge of the hole had crumbled into the small hole. $Z was to the west of me, and i complained about the situation to him. I tried to push the car out of the hole, but the hole was too deep to get the tier out of. It would not roll out of the hole. I was very annoyed that i had parked the car over the hole.

12008 November 08

I was in the back of the limousine with $F55 as we drove to the north, out of the mall area. It seemed gray outside. The seat in the back of the limousine was square, with a square area in the center for our feet. It was white leather, and was shaped into ribs, like a seat from a fifties car. I was sitting on the eastern side of the car, and $F55 sat across from me, on the western side. $F54 seemed to be sitting on the back side of the square area, talking about something as we moved. I looked around at the car, thinking that the seats could be folded down to form a bed. It would be a good place to sleep on long trips. I then thought that, if the trip was very long, the driver would also have to sleep, so more than one driver would be required. I then wondered where the rest of the items were in the back of the limousine. I looked at the back seat and thought that it probably folded down to expose the bar and refrigerator. I was then aware that we were stopped at a light near the end of the entrance to the mall. I was aware of the car waiting to the west of us as we slowly moved to the north. Someone had said something about where we had been, and i thought that i should put the gel in my hair to keep it straight. I looked at the round tin in my hand as i sat on the western side of the car. I now seemed to be in the back seat of a car, facing north. I opened the round tin, noticing that the smaller tin had been placed inside of it. One of the tins was mine, and the other my mother had given me. I was going to use the gel from the smaller tin, but decided that i should try to use up the larger tin first. That way i could get rid of it and only keep the smaller one. I lifted the smaller one out of the larger one, realizing that there was gel the bottom of the smaller tin. I wiped it off with my finger, but discovered that it was rather thick. I would have to rub it into my hair. I was then aware of the car moving to the west of us again. There seemed to be a young child looking out the window at us. I looked up to the north, noticing that the light we had been waiting at had turned green. I was not paying full attention to the road. I was driving the car, and i started driving to the north. I put on my turn signal to turn to the left, to the west, but $Z had said something from the passenger’s seat. I realized that we would have to go back to the mall for something, so i would actually have to turn around. I looked around me, noticing that there were no other cars behind me. I would be able to make a U-turn in the intersection. The road continued across the intersection with the main road, and i realized that the part of the road across the intersection was not as traveled. It would be easier to make the U-turn there. I turned my signal to the right, but then turned it off as i started toward the intersection. The light then turned red, and i realized that other cars would have time to move into the intersection around me, making it hard for me to do a U-turn on the other road. After the light turned green again, i drove forward. There were too many cars around me to make a U-turn, so i continued down the short road. It ended in front of another mall, on a narrow cross street. A short chain-link fence ran across the edge of the green lawn on the northern side of the street. Across the wide lawn seemed to be the parking lot and tan building of another mall. I looked at the green street sign on the southeastern corner of the intersection, noting that it said something like “Park St.”. I turned to the east, looking for a place to turn around. $Z sayed something as i started to pull off of the road, into a parking lot on the north side. We had driven past a house with bushes in the front, and the parking lot seemed to wrap around the south and east of a small restaurant, like an ice-cream stand. The building was white, and the parking lot was empty. As i started the turn, i was aware that the child in the car to the south of us was asking $Z a question. He answered, but the child kept asking questions. I did not think that the conversation was serious, but i was amused that the child was asking us about something. I turned the car around, noticing that the SUV with the child in it had stopped in the street to the south of us. The mother was driving, and she seemed like a young woman. She seemed to want to let her child ask the questions, and i wanted to stop on the way back and answer the child. I turned the car around and started out of the lot, but stopped parallel to the SUV, facing the other direction, and rolled down my window. The child asked about something, referring to the small store to the north of us. I looked at the large glass window on the front of the store. I could see red and orange bows hanging in the window of the store. I realized that the child had asked about getting a bow. I wondered if the store was a hunting store. I sayed something about the bow to the mother, telling her “As long as it’s not a composite.”. She smiled at me as we started to move to the west, back onto the road. I looked at the bows again, thinking that the child should have a simple bow, because a composite bow would be complicated for the child to use.

12008 November 10

I walked across the parking lot, heading south toward the large orange truck. It seemed to be a dump truck, but i knew that it was a plow. We were supposed to plow the large parking lot. I came to the eastern side of the truck, and looked at the cabin. The back side of the cabin seemed to be open. I pulled the large metal plow blade down, and it moved to the ground just behind the steering wheel. I stepped into the cab to see if i could drive the plow. I realized that i could not reach the pedals, and then i noticed that the bottom of the black bench seat of the cab was folded forward so that it blocked the leg area below the steering wheel. I tipped the seat back, noticing that it rested on the upper edge of the plow blade. I sat on the seat, thinking that my weight would probably be what keeps the plow blade down. The steering wheel was large and black. I turned on the ignition and the plow started to roll to the south. There was no snow on the ground around me, and i could hear the metal blade of the plow scraping on the pavement. I reached down and stepped on the brake, but i could not quite get my foot on the pedal. There seemed to be something blocking the pedal. I remembered that there were three pedals on the floor of the plow from the last time i had driven one. The pedal on the left was not actually the clutch. It was a control for the plow blade. The plow stopped on the southern side of the small lot. The southern side was slightly up hill from where i had started. There were cars parked along the southern side, and i did not want to run into them. I had driven the truck down an aisle where cars were parked to both sides. The cars to the east were parked against a median that seemed to be the edge of this part of the lot. To the east, the larger lot spread over the flat land, and the rounded lot i was in joined it on the northern and southern sides. I turned to the east, noticing that there was snow in the larger lot. I then turned the truck to the south, down the aisle of the large lot. It started moving to the south again, this time plowing snow. I reached down for the pedals, but suddenly realized that i could not reach the brake. It was folded up under the dash and i could not get my foot on top of it. I watched the front of the plow move along the western side of the parking lot. It was approaching the southern end of the lot, and i watched it move straight into the cars at the end of the lot. There was a large white car in the second slot from the west. The plow seemed to head straight for the back of it, but the only car that seemed to be hit was the small dark car in the corner. I watched the car jerk forward suddenly as it was pushed into the corner of the lot. There was a tall wooden fence on the southern side of the lot. It was made of thin rounded boards. There also seemed to be a chain-link fence on the western side of the lot and a large black dumpster in the corner of the lot. I heard the car crash into the dumpster with a strange sloshing sound. I tried to get the plow to move, and i realized that there were two sets of keys on the right side of the steering wheel column. I had started the upper set of keys to turn on the engine, so i turned the lower set. I heard a smaller motor start, and i realized that it was the motor than runs the salt and sand disperser on the back of the truck. I complained to $Z that the truck was not working correctly as i backed away from the steering column. We were no longer sitting on the southern side of the lot where the accident occurred. The truck was now parked along the southern side of a wide driveway to the south of a long factory building. $Z and i were inspecting it to figure out what was wrong with the pedals. I felt down under the dashboard with my right hand for the pedal. I could feel the brake pressed against the underside of the dash. I then looked under the wheel to see that there was a long rectangular slash where the gas pedal should be, but there was no pedal there. I complained that the pedals were missing. A man stood to the east of us, telling us that the truck was fine. He was tall and plain and wore a blue mechanics one-piece suit. He was the person who repaired the plows, and he tried to convince us that the plow was all right to use. I did not believe him. I looked carefully at the pedals as i lifted the edge of the dashboard up. The pedals were attached to long metal bars that extended through the rusty metal floor plate. The bars were dirty and covered with grease. I looked at them, thinking that they could be adjusted so that we could reach them. I thought that the tension on the brake must have been too high, forcing it to lift into the dash. The mechanic talked to $Z as i inspected the leavers. $Z complained about not having the pedals, and the mechanic told him that someone had crashed a plow into the water barrels last night. It seemed like $Z had been driving the plow then, but i knew that it was the accident in the southwestern corner of the lot. I unscrewed something on the central leaver, hoping to extend the pedal, but it did not seem to work. The lower part of the pedal slid downward, but it still did not seem to be in the correct place. I then realized that there was no gas pedal on the side. I complained to the mechanic, and he told us that the plow was perfectly good to use. He told us that we had better start plowing. I looked again at the pedals, thinking that it was actually unsafe to drive. I let the cover drop over the pedals and backed away from the side of the plow, which was parked facing east along the southern side of the wide driveway. There seemed to be something passing over head from the factory building to the east. I told the man that the pedals were unsafe, and that we would not be plowing the parking lot using the plow. He was angry with me, but i was determined not to use the plow in its current condition. My father was to the east of me, and he seemed upset and disappointed. He had spent the night with us waiting for the plow to be ready, and it was still not ready, which meant that he would have to drive all the way home with us. The trip would have been for nothing. I felt bad, but i would not drive the plow until it was properly repaired. The mechanic in the blue uniform turned to the north and stormed away. I knew that he could not do anything to make me use a dangerous plow. We then seemed to be in a small dirty room with a large multi-pane glass window in the northern wall. It seemed to be a garage, and the glass was stained with grime.

12008 November 11

I was standing in the dining room of my parents’ house, facing south. The room was filled with trees and plants, and there seemed to be a lot of damage to the walls. This was actually a video game, and people were shooting at each other across the orangish-yellow room. I moved to the front of the house, trying to stay out of range of the people shooting guns to the south of us, outside of the house. I had been firing my gun at them through the windows, but i realized that i should have fired my bazooka at them. It would have destroyed the bunkers much quicker, and i would not have been so injured in the fight. I moved a little to the east, noticing that i had hit most of the people out in the yard. I wondered how i could start the game over and try this room again. I wanted to try destroying the people outside first. That would leave me with more ammunition in my gun. I realized that i was too damaged now. I would not be able to make it much further in the game without dying. I wondered what i should do to start the level over. I moved through the room, shooting at the people in front of me. I had to kill them all to get to the next level. I backed to the north, thinking that i should get rid of everyone in the room quickly. I shot fire into the room from a flamethrower. The room filled with red flames. A woman stepped out from behind the black pot-belly stove on the eastern side of the room and charged at me. I pointed the flames at her and watched her stumble to the west. Her long hair burned short around her face as she held her hands up in a scream.

I walked to the northwest, into the small stadium. I was with a man, who seemed to be $Z. We were looking for our seats, which were on the lower front part of the theatre. The large concert stage seemed to be in the western wall, and we were looking for our seats on the southwest side of the room, where the audience seats started to curve to the southwest. I sat down in the section that we thought we were in, but others came and said that we were in their seats. I moved over a little, trying to figure out exactly where our seats were. I walked down the aisle a little to the east, toward the man that was with me. He had found the section that we were going to sit in. Looking to the northeast, i could see that the orchestra was gathering on the wide tan wood stage of the theater. The stage was set into a wide arch in the northern wall of the room. I told $Z that this would be a piece by Beethoven. I then thought that i was really not sure what the orchestra was playing. I thought that it was Beethoven’s Symphony #3. We were sitting on the western side of the audience. All of the chairs in the audience were facing the stage, to the north. The man to the east of me said that this would be funeral music. I did not think he was correct, and wondered why he had said that. Symphony #3 was not funeral music. He was older than we were, with balding graying hair that was frizzy around the sides. He was wearing a gray wool suit coat. I looked over his shoulder at the paper that he was reading. It was the program for the performance. At the top, it said “fuge”, and i realized that the man must have translated that as “funeral”. I explained to the man that a fugue was not a funeral song. It was a cannon style of music. We then heard the flutes of the orchestra. The melody rose and then fell. I told the man that the melody was a fugue. It was a single melody that had been repeated, followed by the same melody line inversed and played backward. He listened for a moment, then realized what i was talking about. He breathed in awe as he realized what i was talking about. The music stopped after a few measures, and the people started to clap. I joked that it was the end of the show. I then looked to the stage to see that the orchestra was just coming in. There had been a short piece on flutes played before the main symphony. A man in a black dinner jacket and white shirt was in the center of the stage, in front of the orchestra. He introduced the woodwinds, which had just played the opening piece. The people applauded.

12008 November 12

I headed down the narrow dirt road to the east, following it between the thick damp growth of the newly forested area. I seemed to be near a lake, and the land around me seemed flat and wet. We had been staying here in the small cottage on the southern side of the road. I turned into the building, which descended a hill to the north. It was dark inside, and i felt that it was very early morning. We had been staying here with $F54. I moved across the small room inside, hoping not to wake the others up who had been sleeping from the night before.

I moved through the room at the top of the building. This place seemed to be $P19. I had come back here to stay for a little while. I was living in this room again. I moved around the room as the others came in. I picked up my green sheets from the bed that had been against the northern wall of the room and moved into the center of the room. Something seemed wrong now. There had been beds around the walls of the room, but, as i looked now, there were now desks there. I noticed three beds in the room, which were for the other three occupants. They had rearranged the room since i had been gone. I was disappointed to see that they had moved my bed to the center of the room to get it out of the way. They were moving in and were setting up the room so that there was no place for me. I looked down at the pale wood coffee table with the green top that was sitting in the center of the room. It had been my bed. I was upset that they had arranged the room without me. I complained that there was no room for me to sleep anymore. $A311 was standing just to the east of me. He shrugged apathetically and continued to help the others set up their room. I felt pushed out. I walked to the south, upset that i did not have anyplace to stay here. I glanced into the small room to the south, noticing that it was arranged as a sleeping room, but it would only sleep the there people who had moved their stuff into the room. I had no place here. I walked to the west, finding myself on the tar-shingle roof of the house. I noticed suddenly that there was a room protruding to the south of a thick stone chimney, which came out of the center of the roof. The crest of the roof ran to the west of me, and the glass cube sat on the southern side of the chimney. The top of the chimney had glass bricks running around the rim, and i thought that this must be a hidden room in the house. I tried to picture where it was in the house but realized that the room i as in was the highest room in the house, on the third floor. There were no other rooms in the other section of the house as high. The glass booth must be part of a hidden room. I walked to the west, across the southern slope of the roof. I was aware that i had come from the southeast. I stopped suddenly, aware that i was now near the southern edge of the room, and it was a tall drop to the ground below. I had walked from the southern wing of the house, which ran east to west, across a short section of the house that connected to the northern wing. The house seemed to be made of two parallel rectangular structures, with a thin hall running north to south between them. The western ends of the wings were thicker than the rest of the wings, forming a small courtyard in the center of the house. I looked down into the courtyard, afraid that i might fall, but realizing that i was not afraid of heights as i thought i might be. I was aware that there was a young man watching me from the eastern end of the southern wing, near the window to the room that i had come out of. He stood still, and seemed to be wearing a plain brown pull-over shirt. His hair was brown and chin length. He seemed to be $A524. I was aware of him watching me as i stood up carefully on the roof, trying to get a look into the windows of the room on top of the house. I could not move down the roof far enough to the south to get a look into the large glass window near the southern end of the room, so i carefully stood up near the middle of the roof and looked through the glass tiles around the top of the chimney. The room inside seemed plain. I could not see much of it, but i could tell that it was large enough for people to move in, not just an open space at the top of the chimney. I backed up and headed to the east, making my way back across the roof to where i could easily jump down to the lower roof of the connecting part of the house. I saw the other black shingled roof below. It was lower that i had thought that it was, but i moved to the end of the roof and jumped down to it. I then slid down to the west and landed in the grassy courtyard in the center of the building. I turned to the west and headed down the hall of the house on the first floor. The large stone chimney was on the western side of the house, which seemed to be just to the north of the front door. I wanted to search the front hall for a secret door that might lead to the hidden room near the top of the house. There were several people in the house. The house seemed run down, and the front rooms seemed empty of furnishings. There were small items scattered around the room. The front door to the west was open, and there were two people standing in it, talking. I inspected the yellow rectangular woodwork to the south of the door, wondering if it could be a hidden compartment covering stairs. I did not think so, and headed to the north, into the other side of the room. The chimney was to the north of the door, so i thought that the stairs running up to the room at the top of it must be near this side of the room. I noticed something in the western wall in the middle of the room, just to the north of the chimney, but it was too small to be a doorway. I then noticed the green flag hanging from the northern wall. It had a face on it, which looked like a decorative face of one of the seasonal men. The flag was pushed to the west on the bottom, and i could see a square section of the wall that had been kicked in. A set of stone stairs descended just below flag. The upper flight descended toward the flag, toward the north, then turned west before descending again back to the south. I moved to the old french door that was to the east of the flag. I stepped outside and started moving to the north, across the large quadrangle. I was flying now, and i noticed the branches of the trees in front of me. There was a line of old trees along the northern side of the quadrangle, just to the south of the large tan stone college building. The building was tall, and seemed very steep. I flew up to a branch in front of it, reaching out to grab the branch. As i grabbed it, i realized that i had a hand full of leaves from farther up the tree. I let go of the branch and shook the small cluster of leaves from my hand before grabbing the thick dark branch again. I hung on the branch, but realized that it was actually a rather weak branch. I quickly swung to the west, grabbing onto another branch from the same tree. It seemed a little stronger, but i wanted to continue to fly from branch to branch, heading to the west. I let go of the branches and swooped to the next tree to the west. I grabbed a thick dark branch there and hung on for a moment. I then noticed that there was a large window open in the building to the north of me. The window was in a wooden frame and seemed to be a single pane of glass. The wood on the outside wall around the window was covered with dull chipping white paint. Inside the window, i could see a professor sitting in an armchair, facing the window. He was perfectly framed in the window, and i was looking down at him slightly. I swooped into the window and landed on the sill. I thought that it would surprise the professor to see someone who could fly. As i landed, however, i realized that there was a line of students sitting in armchairs along the northern side of the room. They had been watching something on a television to the southeast, but they all turned to look at me as i landed in the window. They were surprised by my sudden appearance. I should not have disturbed them, so i turned and jumped back out the window, knowing that the students would be surprised that someone was jumping from their window. They would not expect me to fly. I swooped up to the south and paused in the air to the south of the building. I felt a strong wind blowing against me from the south. I tried to swoop down again, but the wind hit me as i reached the bottom of the arch. I did not move to the south as i had wanted to. I thought about the flight, thinking that swooping was simply part of flying. It seemed that falling and rising was a way to gain and lose speed, but i thought that there was something special in the way i was flying. The swooping was actually generating more energy than i would lose near the top of the flight. I tried to stay low to the ground, and concentrated on moving to the south. I stretched my feet in front of me, feeling the tension on the back of my legs. I started to move to the south, down the alley between the two buildings. There was a large gray building to the west, and i brick building to the east. I knew that the house i had been in was to the south, down the alley and through the building. The alley ahead of me turned to the east and then back to the south. There was an addition on the first floor of the building to the west that extended into the alley. The outer walls of the small wing were made of dark-gray wood and seemed to have ventilation machinery on top. There was an open garage door on the northern side of extension, near the corner with the main building. It led into a workshop, and i knew that i should fly through the workshop to get to the house. I started moving forward, but drifted to the east slightly. I was not flying too well. I grabbed my toes and concentrated, steering myself toward the wide door. I started to speed up, and i flew down the pale-green cement walls of the corridor inside. The corridor ran from the western side of the garage, heading south. It then ended in a wide junction, which seemed like a work area. There was a dark time clock on the wall to the south and a door just to the east of it. I palled through the door, coming into the office of the auto garage. I flew between several people and out the door on the southern side. I concentrated on the flight, thinking that i was not concentrating enough before, when i drifted toward the brick wall. I then noticed that i had my feet in front of me as i speeded into the open door of the garage and veered around some tall dark metal objects, turning to the corridor than ran to the south from the western side of the room. I wanted my feet in front of me in case i ran into anything. I turned to the southeast a little in the break room to pass through the doorway just to the east of the time clock. As i came into the next room, however, i noticed that there were several people in the way. I tried to avoid them, but a mechanic was leading a tall thin man and a fat woman through the door in the southern wall as i was trying to pass out. I paused as much as i could to let them pass through, but i had to push past them to keep going. As i squeezed through the doorway, i felt something tug on the right leg of my pants. A button tore off of the pocket on the leg when it got snagged by the door jam. I backed up a little to get it, and the mechanic watched me in the doorway. I looked at the fake military pack pants that i was wearing, noticing where the button had come from. I moved through the door again, but again snagged the pants. I paused to look at it, coming into the lower floor of $P19. I was in the eastern side of the lower floor, and the living room stretched out, opening up from the short hall to the west of me. To the south, the stairs ascended to the west. $A138 stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching me. He started talking to someone as i bumped into the metal stand, which held the fire pokers. It seemed to be shaped like a human figure with its arms in a ring in front of it. The pokers would be held up in the ring. I had accidentally knocked the stand over. I started to pick it up, but remembered that i no longer had a place to stay here. I had been kicked out of my room on the top floor. I felt angry and let the stand fall over again, thinking that i did not want to take care of it if i was no longer going to be a part of this place. I suddenly felt very upset. I had no place to go, and i wondered suddenly why i had sold my house. I walked to the west, noticing the items scattered on the northern side of the light-gray carpet of the hallway. I bent over to look at them, feeling depressed that i had no place to stay. I had sold my house and i did not yet have an apartment. I would have to get an apartment now, but i knew that i could not get one quickly. I wondered where i was going to stay for the next few nights. The item on the floor closest to me looked like an old camera, with a square silver face in a black plastic frame. It had a black plastic lens in the center and something sticking out the top where the flash plugged in. The top of the camera was to the west, and i reached down and pulled the item from the flash slot. It looked like a broken knife, but the handle was formed into a black plastic plug to fit into the camera. I rolled the knife in my hand, looking at the deformed broken blade as i remembered why i had sold my house. I had intended to go back to college, but something had gone wrong. I was now without a place to stay. I plugged the knife back into the camera and headed to the north. I grabbed the dark branches of the tree that was hanging in front of the large brick college building to the north. I worried about where i would stay and thought that i might be able to stay with friends in the area. I thought about $F16, but was not sure whether he still lived here. I then thought about the glass bricks around the top of the chimney, which i had thought was a special room in the house. I wondered if they were really just surrounding an open area near the top of the chimney. I thought that the glass might actually glow when a large fire was builded in the fireplace. It was an old fire place, so it as not designed to contain heat that well. A fire at the bottom might cast light up the chimney.

12008 November 13

I flew across the open lobby of the bank, circling high over the floor. The room seemed very modern, but the walls and floor seemed to be made of stone. There were several people at desks in the room below. I held on to the small blanket as i flew in circles over the room. The blanket was allowing me to fly. I held it out in my right hand, thinking that i should hold it a certain way to keep up appearances. It was out in front of me, giving people the impression that it was pulling me. I had to make it look like the blanket was actually something that i would ride on. I tried to put the blanket between my legs and ride it, as though it was a stick, but it did not keep its shape properly. I finally paused in mid air and shook the blanket out in front of me, whipping it forward with my right hand to the southwest. The metallic blanket fluttered out in a relatively straight roll from my arm, but it was not stiff enough for me to sit on. I pulled it back to me as i turned to the southeast. The blanket curled under me, opening up a little to form a seat. I was still holding on to one end, which was rolled in my hand, and pointing it in the direction that i wanted to travel, but the rest of the towel curved back under me and flattened out so that i could have the appearance of sitting on it. I started to fly again, and i flew out through the large opening in the southern wall, passing over the grassy area between the cubical stone buildings. There was a cement plaza outside, with wide steps leading down to the south. I glided over them, concentrating on the position of the towel. As i landed, i noticed a woman with a gray saucer-shaped object around her waist. I started to approach her, noticing that the towel i had formed a black saucer shape around my waist. The shape was open in front, and, as i approached, the opening in the front trapped the air, slowing down my flight. This was a useful braking device. I landed near the others, thinking about the saucer-shaped flying devices.

I was moving quickly down the road to the west, thinking about the horse that my parents had. They seemed to have kept a horse for fun in their back yard. I thought about the horse as i drove the car, but i could not remember the horse’s name. I then suddenly realized that i was moving backward down the road. The road was moving past me, heading to the west. I looked at the white and red surroundings, which seemed to be leafy trees and shrubs on the sides of the road. I should not have been traveling so fast in the wrong direction, so i stopped the car and started driving forward, to the west. I wondered how i was able to drive so fast in reverse without looking where i was going. I tried to focus on the road, but i started to feel that there was something wrong with my perception. I was not looking at things correctly. I thought about the horse again. I said that the horse’s name was $X14, but i knew that it was not correct. $X14 was my cat. I felt confused and did not know what to tell people about the horse’s name. It seemed very strange that i did not know the name of the horse. I though that i could call the horse $X17, but i knew that this was the name of another horse. Something was still not right. There seemed to be something wrong with my memory. I was traveling down the country road, heading to the east. I noted that i was still traveling forward, but i did not seem to be paying attention to where i was going. It was as if i was not driving the car. The road seemed very windy, with a short hill and dense undergrowth on the northern side and forested trees on the south. It almost seemed as though i was standing still and the road was traveling past me. I then walked up the dirt road that ran to the south of the barn behind my parents’ house. It was dark now, and the barn was a single-level white building with dark trim around the doors. This is where the horse was kept. My father had taught me how to put the saddle and reins on the horse a long time ago, but i felt as though i might not remember. I would have to ride the horse to get somewhere. It seemed that there was some emergency, and, although i did not feel the urgent need to be anywhere, i thought that i would have to ride the horse to the west to get help. I walked past the barn, thinking of how i would be riding the horse. The dirt rode ended on a paved road, which came from the northeast and headed mostly west from the intersection. I thought about riding the horse. I would have to put on the black helmet, and i thought about wearing padded gloves under my regular gloves to protect my hands from the gravel ground. I had to get to somewhere, and i stepped onto the dirt road from the north. The road headed east to west, and i turned east. It seemed to be nothing more than a single-lane dirt road. It was still dark out, and the land around me seemed to rise slightly to the south. The land was covered with tall dry grass and weeds. To the west seemed to be a structure just to the south of the road. I then thought that this was the northern lane of a two-lane road. There was a grassy median or ditch to the south of me, between the two lanes. As i walked to the east, i was aware that there were people to the west, coming down the road toward me. I was also aware that there was a truck behind me. I imagined that i would have to run off of the road to the south to hide from the oncoming truck. I though that, if i was riding the horse, it would be much easier for me to hop the grassy median and head out into the wet field to the south. On the tan horse, i could quickly get out of the headlights of the truck and hide in the grass. Instead, i just walked into the median to give the large pick-up truck enough room to pass. After it passed, i continued to walk on the southern side of the northern part of the dirt road. I was aware of the young people behind me. They seemed to be high-school students, and i could hear them talking. I looked down as i walked, trying to remain inconspicuous. The lights of the truck to the west of me, behind me, lighted the underside of the rim of the hat. It was a brown cowboy hat, and i thought that it would blend in with this area nicely. This place seemed to be in the western United States. I listened to the students talk as they walked behind me. They were talking about an exam, and one of the older boys was pointing out a political issue around the exams. They seemed to be discussing world social issues, and it seemed pleasant to hear them concerned about such things. They kept mentioning the exam, and i thought that they were talking about the Regents Exam. I never took the Regents Exam when i was in high school because it was before the exams were mandatory for all schools. I wanted to mention this, but i continued to walk, shifting to the north, onto the sidewalk that was now next to the paved road. The older boy explained the problems with language, which was something on the test that had drawn his attention to the issue. He stated that English had just become another imperial language. I thought that he was referring to the fact that the United States wanted to make English a national language. The students were arguing the pros and cons of the idea. I found the talk interesting, and i wanted to participate, but i felt that i was too old to talk to them. I continued to the east, past the entrance to the school. An oval driveway looped along the northern side of the road just ahead of me. There seemed to be some school busses pulling into the oval from the western end to drop students off. I walked along the road, on the southern side of the oval, and the students were probably walking to the northeast, into the front of the school.

12008 November 15

The workers mentioned something, and i headed to the south, across the large old run-down room of the abandoned building. The room was mostly empty, and there was debris on the floor. The walls and ceiling seemed to be crumbling in places. I noticed the plugs hanging from the front wall of the room, which was to the south of me. I walked over to the wall, looking at the white plate with the outlet still attached. It hung down and a little to the right of the square hole it had been in. There were old blue pen marks on the wall around the square hole, and some on the white plastic plate. The plate seemed to have vertical ridges cut into it to make it look fancy. I had made the pen marks a while ago to draw attention to the plugs. I wanted the foreman to notice them because there was something we had to do with them that one would not expect. I was working construction here, working with the crew to remodel the old building. This place seemed like an old factory, but it was not open and crude, like a factory building. I looked closely at the plugs, thinking that they might be of significance, but, as i looked more closely, i realized that they were just standard plugs. There was nothing special about them. I then looked a little to the left of the plugs, at the large window in the southern wall. It seemed high, running from my eye level to the ceiling, about a meter and a half over my head. It had a thin would frame dividing the four plates of glass, but there was a large white board covering the other side of the window. I noticed the wide loops of red marker writing on the white surface. This piece of wood had been labeled as well. The marks on it looked like crude arrows, and i knew that they signified that the board slides upward into the ceiling, as if it was part of the window. I started pacing around the room, walking to the north along the western wall. I looked at the old details of the room. This place was nice, and the features of the room were still nicely preserved, even though the building seemed to have been abandoned for quite a while. I was working on this building with my father. I then noticed the details in the bare wood frame around the window in the western wall. The southern edge of the bare wood frame was nicely carved with fleurs and swirls. It should be saved from the building, and i thought that it could be extracted from the wall before any demolition was done on the rest of the room. I then decided that i should just remove it now. I tried pulling on the side of the wood as i looked at the intricate carvings. I also noticed the large fireplace in the western wall. The wood frame formed the mantle and frame around the window or mirror above the mantle and the frame around the fireplace. The detail of the carvings was now had more relief. The curves stuck out farther from the surface of the wall, forming faces and small scenes. In the center of the fireplace, there was a wood shelf. The crudely built shelf was more modern than the fireplace and was tailed to the older wood, just above the mantle in the center. It should not have been put there as it detracted from the beauty of the original mantle. It also ruined the original carvings. I pulled it down, hoping that the shelf did not do too much damage to the original wood. The large fireplace itself was now covered with thick black metal doors. There seemed to be several doors across the wide mouth of the fireplace, and they were all very ornate. They seemed to be metal, but, when i looked at the detail, the carvings on them were wood. I wondered how the wood did not get burned by the fire from the oven. I decided that it must be a special dense. They made things better in the old days. I sayed something about the wood to the person in the room behind me. The person was standing near the large wooden table, in front of the fireplace. My father was to the south of me as i commented on the beauty of the old wood doors. I looked over the scenes carved into the wood, thinking that it might portray a fairytale. I then opened the doors of the fireplace. The doors seemed rather intricate, as though they were not on simple hinges. They swung out in strange ways. I noticed that there were many white leavers to the south of the doors. The leavers were built into the intricate wood carvings. I decided that the leavers opened the individual doors and pulled certain support bars out from the fire area. The bars would swing over the fire pit inside to hold kettles and cauldrons. Looking inside, i noticed how large the fire pit seemed. The room inside the fireplace was very wide and round, and there were orange and yellow smoldering embers in the black cinders that covered the floor. I moved several of the doors open and closed. The doors now seemed to be in the southwest corner of the old factory room. The black metal doors opened and closed over the fireplace. I pulled one of the black doors open, looking into the bottom of the large round silo at the corner of the building. I closed the large doors over the room and then opened them again. The doors were full-sized doors now. The black cinders on the floor of the silo were cold, and there was charred debris and twisted metal mixed in. Light from outside came into the silo through the tall thin windows on the western wall. There seemed to be some piece of equipment hanging from the southern wall of the silo, over our heads. I then heard a man yelling from the west. He was outside the silo, and i thought that he must be some vagrant who had been sleeping in the factory. I stepped into the silo with the others, looking out the dirty windows on the southern side of the room. I could see the man wandering to the south. He was wearing a dirty green plaid shirt. I pointed him out to the others. We continued to the west, heading across the silo and coming out in the paved factory yard, between the decrepit buildings. I still felt cautious of the vagrant, who might be violent. One of the older construction workers with me commented on the vagrant, saying that we did not have to worry about him. The older man showed us his large black gun, which he held in his right hand. I was weary of the gun, and felt that i did not like it. I did not think that the man should have brought a gun to the site, but i decided that he was probably typical of the workers here on the construction site. I seemed to be younger than most of the people here. We were to the west of the main factory building, and i started walking down the driveway to the north. The paved drive ran between the main factory building and the low cement building with the glass windows on the front, which was to the northwest. I stopped shortly, noticing the footprints in the gravel and dirt in the center of the broken pavement. It seemed very strange, since it was a bare footprint, rather than a shoe print. I had been bending over to look at it, and i now stood up. I was going to point out the print to the other men around me, but one of them stepped on the print before i could say anything. I looked at the print after he stepped on, noticing that it still looked like the same print, only now it had extra toes. I looked up, disregarding the print. The men had stopped just to the northeast of me and were chatting about the site. I looked out over the large parking lot to the north of us. The area seemed desolate and chilly. I turned to the east and walked along the drive to the north of the factory. This was the place where the run for $G4 was starting. I had arrived just before the main run was starting, and no one else had arrived yet. There was a light covering of snow on the ground, and it was starting to flurry. I thought that i had to get ready for the run before the others showed up, so i headed to the west. I was in the northeastern corner of the lot, and i started down the street on the northern side of the houses. There was a large open field to the north of me. This place was $P86, and i was moved swiftly down the sidewalk on the southern side of the street, riding on a skateboard. I moved quickly down the sidewalk, sledding over the mounds of snow between the sidewalk and the street. I rounded the corner on the western side of the block had headed up the slight hill, to the south. I was heading to the southwest, across the back yard of $A525’s house. I was coming very close to the house as i crossed the back yard, and i wondered if they were inside. I had to be careful not to let them see me crossing their yard, as they were very angry with trespassers. I hopped over the gray porch that ran around the northeastern corner of the house. I landed hard on the wood deck of the porch and worried that $A525 might have heard me. I had to get out of here before he came outside. I tried to miss the next step that led down to the sidewalk so that i did not make any additional noise. I then thought that i could simply float over the steps without landing. I circled the house counterclockwise, floating over the ground. I hoped that they still could not see me, because they would still be angry that i was so close to the house. At the front of the house, i hurried down the street to the east. If they saw me, then they would be following me around the western side of the house. I would have to get out of site before they could reach the street. I would also have to make sure that i was not spotted running into my grandmother’s house, which was just down the street. I thought that i should pass $F1’s house and then turn to the north, flying between the houses. I could lose them and then sneak back to my grandmother’s house. I came into my grandmother’s driveway, heading north from the street. There was a white construction trailer parked there. It seemed dirty and run down. I opened the door on the eastern side of the trailer and stepped up into the room. The trailer was old and seemed to have wooden paneling on the interior. My father was sitting around a small table that extended from the northern wall with several other men. They were all construction workers from the job site. I had brought them a bottle of irish cream and some soda from $G4. I still had to eat dinner. I was having trouble climbing up the steep stairs into the tight cabin of the trailer, though, so i handed one of the grisly old men the bottle of alcohol so that i could concentrate on climbing into the trailer. He took it and looked it over. He commented on it, calling it Rosemary’s brand. I did not feel that good about bringing alcohol to these men, but i knew that it would make me seem more like them to have the bottles with me. I told the man that i thought this brand would mix better with coke.

I was in the back room of the house when i heard the scream. I sat up and walked to the northwest, heading across the empty light-blue rooms of the small house. $F45 was with me in the room, and i asked him what he had heard. I was not actually sure i had heard a scream, but i knew that i had heard something that sounded wrong. I crossed into the room on the northwest corner of the house and looked out the northern windows, at the street outside. I could not see anything because something seemed to be blocking my vision. I tired to move around, but there was something fuzzy and black in my way. I finally move to a position near the glass where i could see the street. There was a house just to the west of us with a short steep lawn. The lawn sloped sharply down to the driveway, which was between the house i was in and the neighboring house, and to the road, which was to the north of the house. A man stood at the edge of his lawn, looking down the street to the west. There were two people standing in front of a house on the opposite side of the street from us. They seemed to be looking down the street to the west as well. I moved around a little to get a better look down the street, but i could not see past the house to the west. I was now on the northern side of $P1, looking southeast. Something must have happened to the east. I could see several men standing around. $F45 told me that he had seen a flash. I told him that i did not hear the sound of a flash. I tried to think about the scream. I wondered if it was related to the flash. I was then standing in front of my grandmother’s house, looking down the street to the east. Across the street from me, on the southern side, a latino man was standing in front of his dark-green house. I was now standing in front of $F1’s house. I tried to see what was happening down the street to the east. A man then asked me a question from the north. I turned to look at him as he stood on the porch of the house. He wanted to know what i was doing here. He told me that he was a police officer, and he was wearing a light-blue uniform as he stood on my grandmother’s porch, which seemed like a wooden deck on the front of the house. I told him that i lived in a house to the west. He then asked me about something, but i could not make out his words. He was too far away for me to hear clearly. I started toward the house, but felt cautious. He asked me the question again, saying something about having something on top of a car. I could not understand what he was saying. My house seemed to be to the west of here, up a short dead-end street to the north, at the end of the block. The house was on the western side of the short street. My grandmother’s house was the second house from the corner, on the main road. The police officer approached me, leading me to the west. He said that the guns should be on top of the car in a container. I looked at the white car that was parked on the eastern side of the dead-end street. There was an orange pyramidal container on top of the car, and i thought that it must be what he was referring to. I then thought that it was a very strange request. I told him that he had been standing by my grandmother’s house, not mine. He said that he knew. Something felt awkward about this situation. Walked diagonally across the side street, heading to the northwest, toward my small red house. I then started feeling nervous, thinking that something strange and dangerous was happening. I crossed my grandmother’s driveway, heading to the northwest, toward the side door of the house. I entered the house through the front door and stopped in the kitchen. The back door to the house was open, and there were no lights on inside. I looked around, but i could not see my grandmother. I called for her, but there was no response. I started to feel nervous. I walked to the back door and looked out into the back yard. $X10 was wandering up the slope of the yard, heading for the house. She should not have been outside by herself. Something was wrong. I opened the door, and $X10 ran inside. She started meowing loudly to me, and i knew that she was upset about something. I was worried about my grandmother. I ran out side and into the garage at the back of the house. I called for my grandmother again, but i could not see her. I tried to look around, but my vision was clouded by something. I felt very worried about my grandmother. I then realized that i was waking up from a dream. I had to keep my eyes closed so that i did not come out of the dream before i found out what happened to my grandmother. There was a white car in the garage, but i could not see anyone else here. I walked past the rear of the car, which was facing south, toward the door of the garage. The passenger’s door of the car was open, and i noticed legs lying on the ground under the door. I was worried that my grandmother might have passed out there, but i kept feeling as though i was waking up. I was aware that this was a dream. I had to keep my eyes closed so that the dream would not end. I had to find my grandmother before i woke up. I squeezed my eyes shut as i approached the car, hoping that i did not awake. When i looked down at the door in front of me, there was nothing on the floor under it. I had not actually seen someone on the floor. Something was very wrong here, and i was becoming upset. I had to find my grandmother.

12008 November 16

I walked to the southwest, diagonally across the large living room as my mother walked out the door to the east. She had left with my father to do something. I picked up the handle of the gray tube vacuum that was sitting in the middle of the floor and started vacuuming the dull white shag rug. There was a couch on the eastern side of the room, facing the short plain wooden coffee table to the west of it. There also seemed to be a piece of furniture to the west, but i did not notice anything else in the room. As i moved the vacuum over the rug, i noticed that it did not seem to be working correctly. I thought that it was not picking up the pieces on the carpet like it should. I moved to the southwest of the vacuum, still holding the end of the hose in my hand. I crouched down to look at the gray canister. The room now seemed to be in a basement, and the floor around the edges of the carpet was gray cement, which matched the plain walls. I held my hand in front of the hose for a moment, trying to see if it was still sucking up dirt. I then flipped a few of the switches on the canister. Something did not seem to be working. I had placed the hose down on the carpet to the northeast of me as i played with several things on the canister. When i looked back at the hose, i realized that there was black soot near the nozzle. I held my hand over the end of the hose and realized that the air was now coming out of the vacuum. I had reversed the air flow so that it was now expelling dirt. I flipped the large white seesaw switch on the top of the vacuum, but it did not seem to correct the problem. There was another smaller red button next to the switch, but i knew that it did not control the flow of the vacuum. I held my hand in front of the end of the tube, and dark-gray soot started to fill my palm. I did not know what to do, and i looked back to the west at the canister. There was now a small metal tray on the top of the vacuum, collecting the dust and soot that was coming out of the canister. I stood up and looked around the room. I realized suddenly that the white shag carpet had been crumpled up on the eastern side of the room. It probably contained a pile of soot from the vacuum. I moved to the east, and my parents were back in the room. Some time had passed, and my mother was moving around on the southeastern side of the room. My father stood near her as she walked past him, to the west. It seemed that $K21 was standing in the northeast corner of the room. She had just arrived from somewhere. I had to tell my mother about the problem with the vacuum. I tried to mention the metal tray on the top of the vacuum, but my mother kept talking about something else. I tried to let her know about the dust on the vacuum, but she kept changing the subject to something else. I finally told her about the vacuum, but she said that i was not going to talk about it. She scolded me because she did not want to listen to what i had to say. I felt upset and walked to the east, out of the room. I passed $K21 as i walked out the door of the house. I stopped outside, looking to the northeast, across the pale-green grassy lawn. The large house was to the west of me, and there was a large tree just to the north that was casting shade from the sun, which seemed to be high in the northwestern sky. A dirt driveway seemed to run to the west of me, heading north toward the road. From the look of the wide lawn to the north, it seemed to be a humid summer day. I thought about the vacuum and where i was going. I had to leave this place, and i thought that i would go back to my college. I was upset that my mother did not want to listen to me, and thought that i should simply go back to my classes. There seemed to be a town to the north, and i thought that the trains would come there, but there was something wrong with the trains. I knew that the trains would not be stopping at the stations. Someone sayed something about this, and i wondered why the trains were not coming as they should be. I looked back to the east, at the canister vacuum on the floor. The room seemed to be fixed suddenly, and i realized that the vacuum must have been changed so that it would suck up dirt. I looked at the two buttons on the top, wondering how the vacuum was corrected. I then realized that there were buttons on the front end of the canister. I lifted the front of the canister and noticed that there were several switches on the front. One of them must have changed the direction of the air flow in the vacuum. I felt silly for not having thought of this before. I then stood up, looking at the bare table that was pushed against the western wall. I had been cleaning this room, which was my college room. I was getting ready to leave this place for a little while. The square room was rather small and had worn white plaster walls. There did not seem to be a bed in the room, and the room seemed to small to actually fit a bed. There was a tall wooden structure on the eastern wall. The door to the room was to the north of the structure, in the eastern wall. I looked at the shelf that was against the western wall. It was a roughly square frame with nothing in it. To the south of it was a small cabinet. I had just moved the furniture so that i could vacuum behind it, but i noticed that the small cabinet in the corner was not pushed all the way to the west, against the wall. There was a space behind it that i had not noticed, so i moved the white wooden frame and pulled the cabinet forward. There was a layer of white dust on the floor behind where the cabinet was, forming a rectangle. I would have to vacuum that up before i pushed the things back. I then looked around the room, realizing that i had moved many of my things out of the room. I was going to be taking a trip, and i needed to pack my things. I then wondered if i really should be lining in this room. I looked at the long desk against the western wall with the pale fake-wood surface. It was now perfectly clean. It used to be covered with papers. I felt suddenly awkward about leaving here. I thought that people might move into this room while i was gone and i would lose it. I thought that i should not be living here anyway. This place seemed to be $P19, and i thought that i should not be living here anymore. I looked around, wondering what i should do. I was then standing to the east of the building, looking to the north. There was someplace to the north that i had to do. This place seemed to be a college campus, and i looked across the green grass to the north at the smaller building, which seemed to be a dormitory. The large building to the west of me was a stadium, and i knew that there was something wrong there. It had been attacked by a spacial displacement. Someone opened up a displacement tunnel in the stadium and allowed ocean water to flood into the building. There were people in the stadium watching the game, and i felt that this was a serious situation. I knew about creating spacial-displacement tunnels. I thought about telling people what was going on and saving them from the problem. I turned to the large cement building to the west. There was an archway in the side of the building where one of the entrances was. A large metal door was recessed into the archway. The door was square and made of a dark metal that had a greenish hue. It was in a flat cement wall. I knew that the water pressure would build up on the door until the door burst open. It would help drain some of the water from the stadium. I turned to the south as i heard the doors creak under the strain of holding back the water. There was a set of stairs ascending to the south, up the curved side of the stadium. They would take us to the upper level of the stadium, where the people were gathering to escape the water. $Z ran up the stairs ahead of me. As i started up the stairs, i heard the door give way. The water would be rushing out of the door behind me, so i had to hurry to the upper level. I reached the top and headed to the west, across the large open area. The stadium opened to the south of me, and there seemed to be a large glass window on the outside of the building, to the north. The window curved around us. It was darker under the ceiling, but i could see the outdoor light coming in from the south, where the ceiling ended several meters before the floor did. People were lounging around on this terrace. Several lawn chairs were set up along the southern rim, and i glanced at the people reclined in them as i spoke to $Z, who was to the west of me. This place seemed very nice and peaceful, and i realized that the people would not want to leave here. They had come here in a crisis, but this place turned out to be rather relaxing. I stepped a little to the south, looking out into the center of the stadium. The central part of the large round room had now been converted into swimming pools, with a tan tile deck around them. I thought about how deep the swimming pools must be. They were formed when the stadium filled up with water. I remembered that the water was now pouring out the door below. The people were saved from the special distortion. As i turned back to $Z to say something, the building started to lean to the north. I knew that this might happen. The rushing water out the door would erode the cement of the structure. I knew that we were safe, thought, because the structure would not collapse completely. I told $A96, who was standing to the northwest of me, about the problem. I still had some concern about the special distortions. I knew that he would understand the problems. I talked to him about it for a little while, trying to figure out what to do. I was in a wide clean off-white east-to-west corridor near the top of the building, which seemed to be the third floor of $P7. A group of female students were talking to the northeast of me. I listened to them as i thought about the problem. One of them talked about “reading the MRI on the GRE test”. I realized that it was actually a funny thing. The GRE should not have had anything to do with a medical test, but they were both tests. Even thought the situation she was talking about was true, it seemed absurdly funny.

12008 November 17

I sat in the middle of the classroom, facing east. The female teacher was at the front of the room, ahead of me. I was taking a quiz with the other students, and i noticed that the person in front of me had filled in all of the lines in the small block of lines in the center of the paper. The block was slightly narrower than the paragraphs of text above and below it. There were two columns of lines in the block, and we were to write words on them that could be changed to another word by changing a single letter. There were two people at desks ahead of me: one to the right and one to the left. I could see that the lines on the boy’s page to the left had been completely filled in. He had two words on each line, separated by a slash. Most of the ink was black, but some of it seemed to be red. I looked back at my paper, realizing that i did not have any words written yet. The teacher then said something to me. She wanted to know why i was not finished with my paper yet. I suddenly felt bad. I tried to think of a word to write down, but nothing came to mind. I realized that i could not think of anything. I felt upset and stressed now. The other students started to leave the room, and i moved back to my desk to finish the puzzle. I could not think of what to do, thought. I started tearing the center part of the form out of the large black piece of cardboard. I was only supposed to hand in the central section of the paper. I moved some things around on my desk, feeling tense. Most of the students had left the room, and i thought again about what $F4 had written on his paper. He had been sitting in front of me and to the right. I could not think of what to write, and i did not want to copy someone else’s paper. I felt very upset that i could not do something so simple. People were moving around the room to the north of me, and it seemed that a new class was coming into the room. I felt that most of the people would be leaving for a holiday break. The walls of the room seemed dull black. I looked back to my desk, but i could not see the paper that i was supposed to write the words on. I was becoming very frantic and disappointed in myself. I then remembered that i had torn the central part of the test out of the cardboard and placed in on a pile near my desk. The desk had several items on it, and i was frustrated that i could not find the correct one. I found the pile of things on the right side of the desk. My wallet was on top of the pile, and i could see the edges of the black cardboard near the middle of the small stack. I pulled it out, but it was not the piece of paper that i needed. I had to write something and hand it in quickly, but i could not find the right paper.

The man who was standing to the north of me said something, and i knew that i was supposed to write it down. I picked up the orangish-tan chunk of sandstone from the low stone wall to the west of me. The wall ran north to south. I started writing on the stone. I wrote “eye to eye”, and i thought that “eye” could also be represented as a letter. I wondered if “eye” was actually the correct word to use. I knew that the sound was right, but i was not sure of the actual word used. I thought that the sound should be something more like “eye to eye to eye . . .” repeated over and over again, but what i was writing would have to be enough to make the thing happen. I put the stone down and walked to the stone wall that ran north to south to the east of me. It was made of darker stone and seemed to be part of a bridge that crossed a small body of slow-moving water. I spoke to the man to the north, commenting on the significance of the rocks. The dark-gray rocks had carvings in them. I pulled one from the top part of the window on the east and carried it across the corridor to the eastern wall. It had sharp carvings in it, and it seemed to be Aztec. I rolled the wedge-shaped stone over. It was rounded on the sides and had writing carved on the flat top surface and the edges. I flipped it over so that i could write “eye to eye” on it with the black marker, but i saw that there were still carvings on the underside. It was strange that there were carvings on the bottom of the stone, which were not facing out when the stone was part of the wall. I hoped that the power of these stones would make the words that i wrote activate, but i wondered if the words already on the stones might be activating them in a different way.

I woke up and walked to the east, into the living room that seemed to be in my grandfather’s house on $P12. The man was to the north of me. He said something to me about the others in the house. I thought about them, realizing that others had come in. There were two men with me, and i was interested in them, so i did not want to be interrupted by other people. I turned to the south and went downstairs. The stairs seemed to be stone and led me into a plain basement room with stone walls and limited furnishings. There seemed to be a brown knit couch to the northwest. A few people seemed to be sitting on the couch, watching the television in the western wall. Closer to me, the three men who had come into the house were gathered around a padded chair that was just to the north of me. The chair was mostly white, with brown and red knit fabric. It had wooden sides on the back and front of the arms. One of the men was sitting in the chair, and the other two were standing, one on either side. They were dark skinned, and the one standing on the western side was wearing a purple sleeveless jersey with white or pale-yellow trim and lettering. The others were wearing shirts which seemed to match, but were not quite similar. It seemed as though they were dressed in basketball fashions. The men seemed athletic, and i wondered if i could wrestle with them. I decided that i did not want to and turned around to head back upstairs. I walked to the north, into the room with the other two men, whom i seemed to know. I chatted with them, but actually wanted to wrestle with them.

12008 November 18

I moved around the large open living room at the center of the house. There were doors on all four walls of the room. The doors to the west seemed to lead into a lower part of the house, and the doors to the east let into the smaller wing. The doors in the northern and southern walls both led out doors, and it seemed that the south was the front of the house. It seemed that there was a small lawn to the north. Several of the doors seemed to be open, and i was worried about $X12 getting out of the house. I hurriedly closed the door in the western end of the southern wall, feeling stressed and tense. The old woman was then in the center of the room, which seemed dull yellow with no furnishings. The eastern end of the room seemed higher than the western end. She had a dark-gray long-haired cat with her, and she put the cat down on the floor. She had brought it here for veterinary help. I was slightly annoyed as she let the cat down near the open northern door. I tried to grab the old cat, but it walked out of the door. I went into the back yard after it, closing the wooden screen door behind me to make sure that $X12 did not get out. The old cat moved slowly across the yard, which seemed to be a small square area of grass in the U-shape of the old single-level house. I grabbed the cat and started back to the house. The woman was standing in the doorway, and i knew that she would be holding the door open. $X12 walked out under her as she stood watching me. I told her to watch for the cat, but she did not act in time. I was annoyed with her and wondered if i would be able to grab $X12 before he ran away. He was a lot quicker that the old cat that i was carrying. I felt like letting the old cat go to concentrate on $X12. I knew that this would make the woman upset, but i felt that it was her own fault for causing the problem. I felt very stressed as i walked back to the east, noticing the items lined up on the ground and worrying about $X12. the items seemed to be trinkets. They were lined up along the southern side of the house. I realized that they all belonged to my grandfather. Most of them seemed to be ornamental jewelry made of silver flourishes. I walked to the north, looking at the interesting baubles. My mother was then to the west of me, and she looked at one of the items on the pile. She said that she wanted them. I asked her which one of the items she wanted to keep, and she stopped to the north of me, saying “All of them.”. I realized that she wanted to keep all of the decorative stuff that my grandfather had. I did not understand why she would want to keep it, and i felt frustrated with her. I asked her why she had put them all out on the lawn for sale if she wanted to keep them. I did not understand the situation.

12008 November 19

I moved around the operating table, which was in the center of the room. Someone was working on a brain, which did not seem to have a body associated with it. There were several white tubes running from the brain. My view of this area seemed somewhat foggy, as though the edges of the lens were out of focus. Someone spoke instructions, saying that we had to be careful to lift the tubes out of the way. We had to be gentle with the tubes so that they did not pull on the areas of the brain. There was a special gadget that the surgeon was using to lift the white tubes up from the metal counter on which the brain was sitting. The gadget looked like a large metal pelvis, and some of the tubes looked through the center of it. I seemed to be facing east as i looked at the brain, and someone to the south moved the tubes toward me. I could see that they were now coiled into a transparent plastic bag. Everything seemed to be coated with a glossy liquid. I looked at the tubes in the bag as the surgeons continued the operation. The tubes were actually blood vessels from the brain. The bag was placed on the tray in front of me, and i noticed the dense black liquid running out of the brain and down the thick tubes. The tubes were sucking the black particles from the brain. I thought that these black particles were part of a tumor. I felt uneasy here, watching the black cloudy liquid run through the tubes. I then felt that i was the one who had do perform the operation. It was a very dangerous operation, because the black particles could easily get stuck in an artery somewhere in the brain. This was why they all had to be taken out and filtered before blood went back to the brain. It would be very easy to clog an artery of the brain and cause a stroke. I felt nervous and did not want to perform the operation. It was too dangerous. I then wondered why i was the one doing it. Something did not seem right here.

I drove down the road that ran through the center of the large city. It was night, and i was heading to someplace that i had been several times before. I was heading northwest down the main street, driving through the tall modern buildings at the center of the city. The road traveled up hill slightly. The buildings ahead of me seemed to be part of a single complex, and it seemed that there were two roads that ran directly into the center of the complex, and a main street on either side. The complex reminded me of the City. It had a large pale stone base, with glass modern buildings rising from it. The first level of the buildings was narrower than the rest. I approached the center building, which was on top of a small wide hill in the center of town. I needed to find parking space near the center, but i knew how hard that would be. I drove past the center, thinking that i could find parking on the streets to the northwest of it. To my surprise, the road i was on ended at a tall chain-link fence. The area ahead of me was under construction, and the roads through the area were closed. There seemed to be some wooden sheets covering the faces of buildings to the northeast and southwest of me, on the northwestern side of the road. I turned my car to the southwest and started down the street, along the upper side of the main center building. I seemed to be a block away from it, traveling to the north of it. There was a fence running down the northern side of the street, so no parking was allowed here. I felt a little frustrated, wondering where i could park. I then noticed a protrusion in the fence ahead. A large boulder had fallen from the construction site to the north and had been stopped by the fence. The weight of the boulder pushed a section of fence out into the road. As i passed the boulder, i noticed that the lot to the north of it seemed to be empty, as though the building there had been torn down. The dark stone buildings on the rest of the street seemed to be in tact, but they were all dark and seemed to be sealed off. I wanted to turn back to the southeast, so i slowed at the next road to make a turn. As i approached the intersection, i noticed that there was a tractor-trailer on the street to the southeast. It was blocking the road as it was unloading for the construction site. I continued to the southwest, but found that the street ahead of me was blocked as well. It was sealed off at the end of the block with a tall chain-link fence. I was annoyed and turned my car around. I pulled forward, driving the nose of my car toward the curb on the southeastern side of the street. I then backed up to make a K-turn. I was not aware of the distances around me, and i backed the car into the chain-link fence on the northwestern side of the street. Annoyed, i pulled forward, hoping that i did not do any damage. I also hoped that the construction workers, who were doing something on the street to the northeast of me, did not come to see what had happened. I tried to complete the turn, but i was having trouble seeing ahead of me. There was something gray clouding my vision. I tried to focus, but it was hard. I then realized that i was kneeling in the driver’s seat of the car. My feet were not on the pedals, and i was suddenly worried that i was not in full control of the car. I had to put my feet down. I sat back down and stopped the car suddenly sat the intersection. I felt frustrated and tried to control where i was going. I then realized that there were men in the road ahead of me. There were long black metal pipes lying parallel to each other on the southern side of the road, and the men seemed to be painting them. I would have to tell them to move so that i could get my car back out of the street. Before i could say anything, thought, a few of the men approached me. They seemed oriental, and were very thin, wearing loose tan painter’s clothing. He walked up to my car and started washing it, as if it were part of his job on the construction site. They must have thought that my car belonged on the site because i had driven into a dead-end street that was part of the construction area. I thought that they were attracted to the car, because it was relatively clean. They might have thought that it belonged to one of their bosses. I wondered what i should do. $Z seemed to be in the driver’s seat, and i started talking to him about the situation. We were then in a small room with the other people.

12008 November 20

I stood on the northern side of the wide white room, where the special event was happening. The event had something do to with $F45 and i. We were both dressed up in suits and white shirts. I watched myself in the center of the room. $F45 and i moved to the center of the floor, where we were supposed to dance with each other. This was a nice part of the event, and i thought that it would be good. As i watched, however, i saw myself hug $F45 closely and start to dance, but then, a moment later, turn to the east and ask my mother to join us. It was customary that the family gets asked in to join in on the dance, but it seemed too soon. I did not understand why i did not dance with $F45 longer. I felt disappointed that this did not happen, and i started to feel unsure about what was going on. $F45 stood in the center of the room as my parents joined us on the dance floor. I saw his parents sitting in the chairs in the southeast section of the room, facing the center of the dance floor, to the northwest of them. They were smiling at the dance. I then noticed the woman dancing with my relatives. She was the one i had only danced with for a short time. I was upset that my moment with her was so brief, and then i noticed that she was starting to cry. I was upset that the dance between her and i did not last longer, and i could not understand why i had left her so soon.

I woke up suddenly in the bed that was against the western wall of my bedroom and walked to the east, out into the hall. I had to feed the cats. I then realized that i had layed back down on the bed. As i shifted, i realized that i was in the large bed in the dark room on the eastern side of the house. My parents had been sleeping on the northern side of the bed, and i was lying on the southern edge. I sat up, pushing the red comforter aside and standing back up. I was wearing my housecoat and my black flip-flops. I left the room and came back out into the white hall. I was then heading to the east, through the lower part of the house. I still had to feed the cats, so i was heading to the kitchen. I passed through a narrow room, moving to the south a little as someone passed me from the other direction. He said something to me, but i seemed to be too sleepy to acknowledge him, so i continued to the kitchen. There was a large green aloe plant on the floor just to the east of me, and the doorway to the kitchen was in the eastern end of the northern wall. I thought about feeding the cats.

12008 November 22

I walked to the northwest, toward the large house. It was dark outside, and i headed up the path and entered the house. I was visiting someone here, but i did not see anyone around. As i entered the house, i heard people behind me, outside the front of the house, to the south. There were several people talking about capturing the girl. I realized that they were dangerous people. I had come at the wrong time. They were invading the home and were trying to take the girl hostage. I knew that the girl was from a central-asian family, and that these people were here to kidnap her. I was worried that i would be caught in the middle of this problem. I stood in the darkened room in the center of the house, just inside the front door. I could hear the men planning from the front lawn. I also knew that they were moving through the east-to-west corridor on the floor above me. The young girl, who seemed to be wearing a light pale-blue indian-style dress, ran out of her room on the southern side of the hall as the men came into the building. She was accompanied by several older women who were also wearing indian ceremonial dresses of different colors. They hurried down the hall to the west, running from the men. I knew that i would be in trouble here. I had come at just the wrong time. I took my cell phone from my right jacket pocket and dialed 911. Aware that the bad guys were approaching me from behind, i quickly closed the phone, leaving it turned on. I hoped that the police would follow the signal and come to the house. A man entered the front door of the house and approached me from behind. I knew that he was muslim, and that this invasion had something to do with the young woman violating muslim customs. The men had come to take her back to her homeland where she could be punished. I tried not to say anything, aware that the men would kill me if i did anything wrong. I was in a room to the west of the entry hall. It was smaller but still rather dark. The man approached me with a gun. I was worried that he might shoot me, but he started asking me questions. He then asked about my telephone. He knew that i had it in the right pocket of my vest. I looked down at the pocket, noticing that the blinking green light on the front of the phone could be seen through the flannel material of the vest. It signaled that the telephone was on, but i acted as though i did not know what it meant as i pulled the telephone from my pocket. I opened the lid and hung up, hoping that emergency was still on the way. I flipped through the menus, telling the man that someone had left me a message. He would think that the light had something to do with the message. I opened the message window, hoping that displaying the most recent message would fool the man into thinking that it had just been sent. He seemed convinced and wandered away for a moment. I could hear him talking to someone else to the southeast. I looked around, making sure that i was alone at the moment. I then dialed 911 again. I had to hang up after only a brief time, though, because the man had come back into the room. He was still pointing the gun at me, but i felt that he did not intend to kill me right away. I thought that i should dial emergency again and leave the phone in my pocket. This time, i would have to turn it so that the cover of the phone, where the blinking green light was, was turned toward me so that it did not show through the fabric.

12008 November 23

I bit down and realized that there was something wrong with the tooth on the left side of my mouth. I leaned forward, trying to spit out the hard piece that was in my mouth. I looked at the white wedge-shaped object in my hand, realizing that my tooth had split into several pieces. I felt the pain in the upper back side of my mouth, and i realized that i had broken my upper molar. I felt the area with my tongue, and felt other fragments moving around in my mouth. I had to spit them out, so i moved to the west, into the bathroom. I had to pause at he door to let the other man out. I then pushed my way in, heading to the sinks along the northern wall. This was a public lavatory, and the walls were dark-gray or black. The white sinks were set into black linoleum counters along the west wall. Each counter had short dividing walls on either side that ran from the floor to the ceiling. Several men from the room came over to me as i stood with my hands held under my mouth. I knew that i was bleeding, but i did not know how much. I turned to the east and motioned to the man standing near me to do something with the sink. I then realized that i was only holding the tooth fragments in my right hand. I had my left hand free and could have turned on the faucet myself. I held my left hand under my right so that it seemed to be occupied as one of the men turned on the faucet and another handed me a paper towel. I spit out several more pieces of my tooth. They were all very thin and curved, like chunks of a fingernail. It was strange how the tooth had split into sections like that. I then started spitting out something long, realizing that there was something long stuck in my mouth. I moved to the west, pushing through the door of the lavatory as i grabbed onto the long white thing. The men inside were watching me as i removed the long white thing from my mouth. It must have been some kind of bone or cartilage. I walked over to one of the mirrors on the northern wall and looked at my tooth. I could see the pink gum where my tooth had been. It was now flat and bare behind the rest of my teeth. The molar had fallen out completely. I thought that it probably had something to do with the broken tooth at the bottom of my mouth. I thought that the bottom tooth was becoming misaligned because it was crooked, and that was putting strange pressure on the other teeth, which caused the top tooth to shatter.

12008 November 25

I was getting uncomfortable sitting in the back seat of the car. I shifted position. It seemed to be several hours since we had left, and we were supposed to have stopped a while ago. My parents were in the front seats of the car, and my father was driving. There seemed to be another man in the car as we drove. I said something about stopping, but my mother said that we only had an hour or so to go before we got to the place. She said that we could not stop now or we would not be there before dark. I looked out the front window of the car. We seemed to be heading southeast, through a forested countryside. The land seemed to be flat in a large valley that ran east to west. We had entered the western side of the valley and were turning slowly toward the east. There seemed to be a mountain range on the north side of the valley, and, as i looked out the front of the car, i could see the tall rounded hill to the south of us. I looked out the side window to get a better look. The hill seemed very tall and steep. It was covered with trees and spotted with yellowish-white buildings or boulders all over its surface. It looked interesting, and i knew that there was something special about it. We would be heading up the hill to the town at the top. My father then pointed out the mountains to the north. My mother had been here before and had taken pictures of them. She said that there was a spectacular view of the cliffs coming into view. I remembered the photograph. It showed a rounded green ridgeline with a tall gray rock escarpment on the southern side of the western hump. The trees started to clear to the north of the car, and i recognized the eastern part of the ridgeline. There was a dip in the mountain, but the western part of the ridge was still blocked by trees. As it came out, i could see the rounded gray rock face. It did not seem as impressive, and i wondered what was so special about it. My father then said something about the taller rocks to the east. I looked again down the ridgeline to the east. Suddenly, i noticed that the dip in the mountain was actually filled with a vertical rock face. It was reddish-tan and very tall. The rock was sharp and seemed to be only a few meters thick along the top. I realized that the entire rock slap was very thin. I was suddenly very fascinated by the view. The rock formation was very impressive. I wondered if people could actually climb along the ridge on top. I then decided that it would probably be too thin and worn with erosion. I wanted to take pictures of the rocks, but we had come into the town, and there were buildings blocking part of the view. We seemed to be very close to the rocks now, and i felt that this was a very special place to be. The car stopped and i got out. There was now a tall steep rock formation to the south of us as well. It was made out of the same reddish stone as the flat rock fin. I wanted to take a picture of the rock face from here, but i could not see it. The large brick building to the north seemed to be a school, and my parents had stopped there. I walked to the south, across the grass on the western side of the parking lot. It suddenly started to get dark, and i realized that the eclipse had started. I glanced up at it, but realized that i had to urinate. I thought that there might be a port-a-potty around, but i could not see one as i reached the southern edge of the lawn. The steep cliff was just to the south of me now, covered with trees and shrubs. I wanted to climb it, but there was some significance to the eclipse. I noticed a rounded bush at the corner of the parking lot and wondered if i could urinate behind it. I wondered if the other people around me would be distracted enough by the eclipse not to notice. I was hesitant about doing this, so i looked around the area for a better place to go. I noticed a white port-a-potty to the west, at the corner of the yard. It seemed far away, though, and i did not want to be inside of it when the eclipse reached its fullest. This was a special event, and i wanted to see it. I started to head back to the north, toward the building. I glanced up at the sun as i started walking. I could see that the moon was covering most of the sun. As i looked back down, my vision was bluish from the glare. I then realized that staring at an eclipse was a bad thing to do because of the solar radiation. I hoped my vision would clear. As i started to pass a car that was parked along the western side of the lot, i noticed some things on the ground. The car was dark, and the black objects on the ground seemed important. They seemed like gloves, but there were four or five of them. I took them with me to the east, wondering if they were the ones for me. I then thought about the powers that would be activated by the eclipse. I wondered if i would have any special abilities. I thought about this as i headed back to the western side of the building, where my parents were. I thought that i should not use my abilities in public. It would be better if i kept them a secret so that people did not learn about me. I sat down on the steps at the western side of the building and put the one black shoe on my right foot. The shoe was a soft slipper with cross laces on top. I remembered having a shoe like this before. The left shoe was missing, or i had dropped it coming from the parking lot. My mother sat to the north of me, and i pointed out the shoe to her. There was something special about it, and i referred to it as a glove.

12008 November 27

I moved around the small room, which seemed to be in the western side of a garage. There was a small bed on a crude wooden shelf against in the southeast corner, and there seemed to be many things scattered around the room. I was hiding here, and i could not let people know where i was. This place had been taken over by China, and i was hiding so that i did not get arrested. If they knew that i was here, they would come after me. Other people then started to wander past me, heading to the west. I realized that many of them were refugees as well. I was watching the old cement garage from the south now, watching some of the ragged people walk past. I knew that i was still inside the garage, but i could not quite see myself through the dingy cement wall. I was then back in the messy room as several people came in. They were gathering here to stay, and i realized that it would not be safe for all of us to stay in this room. If there were too many of us, it would be too easy for the Chinese troops to find us. I started to gather my things. I would have to head west and find someplace else to stay. I picked up a duffel bag of clothing and started putting more stuff into it. As i turned to the south, i thought that i would need to take more food with me so that i had something to eat. I carried the bag close to my chest as i headed to the south, thinking that it was rather light. I had to leave quickly and did not have time to pack everything i wanted. I felt bad about this. I had to get out of this place before someone found me. I then heard my mother’s voice to the north. She was talking to one of the officials about me. I realized that the official had brought my mother here to show her that i was not here. The officials did not know that i had sneaked in here. They were hunting me, and could not let them find me. I quickly stepped into the small bathroom off the eastern side of the large empty room. I stood in front of the white sink, which was against the northern wall. I was not sure if i wanted my mother to see me. I worried that she might reveal who i was, and then the officials would know that i had been here hiding. The female official showed my mother into the northern side of the large room. The room seemed mostly empty now, and was somewhat clean. This building was a boarding house for refugees, but it was run by the Chinese. I could not stay here. I turned back around and walked back into the larger room, which had a wide wooden floor. My mother was at the northern end of the room, facing west as the thin chinese woman in the blue suit and skirt showed her something to the west. My mother turned to me as i approached the exit door in the northern wall. I pretended that i did not know who she was, acting subdued so that the officials would not arrest me. I excused myself as i walked past them and out the door. My mother watched me pass, her mouth open in surprise. I left the building, knowing that she had seen me and would probably come after me. She had understood that i was still hiding from the Chinese. I walked down the street, realizing that i was already a block away. I was heading north, through the old suburban neighborhood. I looked back to the south as i cross the main east-to-west street. I had to stand somewhere where my mother could see me when she came out.

I moved around the small run-down apartment. The walls of the room were pale green and seemed to be made of plasterboard. They were in slight disrepair, with pockmarks here and there. I was stuck in this place, and could not get out. I seemed to be in China, and i was hiding out in this place. The officials did not know that i was here, and i had to get out of the country without them finding out. I moved to the mattress, which was on the floor against the western wall. I gathered some of my things to leave. I had to stay in hiding, and i felt that it as time to leave this place. I looked in my duffel bag, wondering if i had enough food to last. I felt worried about my situation and hurried to get out of here, thinking that the authorities might arrive to root out people hiding in this house, which seemed to have many homeless families in it. It also seemed to be state run. I then heard my mother’s voice from outside the room. There was a doorway in the center of the northern wall, and my mother seemed to be to the east of the doorway, coming up the stairs. She was talking to someone else, who seemed to be a female government worker. I could not let her see me or she would expose my hiding place. I hurried across the room, into the bathroom in the eastern wall. The bathroom was small and dirty. I stood just inside the door, listening to my mother as she and the woman came in to the room i had been in. They did not know that i was here, but my mother was being led around by the official so that she could find me. She was worried about me, and had come to find me. I could not let her see me here because it would be too dangerous. I was very nervous about my mother spotting me. They were getting closer, and i realized that i could no longer hide in the bathroom. If the female officer saw me hiding, she would realized that i did not belong in this house. I had to do something, so i walked out of the bathroom and into the room. My mother was standing in the doorway in the northern wall. To the west of her was a thin oriental woman in a navy-blue uniform that consisted of a knee-length skirt and a jacket. She smiled artificially at my mother. I pretended not to notice that there was anything special about the two women as i walked toward them. I was worried that my mother would say something to me, but she just stared at me. I realized that she understood what was wrong, and she did not say anything. I walked past them, tense that something might happen. I turned to the west and walked down the stairs, leaving the house. I turned around, facing the east. I was in a suburban area, about a block away from the house were i had just seen my mother. The main street in front of me ran north to south, and seemed to be an old narrow suburban street. There were several narrow streets running off of it to the west. The trees on the block were leafless, and the sky seemed to be gray. I knew that the house was down one of the side streets. It seemed to be down the one on the southern side of the short block across the street from me, but i knew that either of them would lead to the house. My mother would have to come out one of the streets to leave the place. I had to wait for her on the corner so that she would see me when she came to the intersection. I hoped that the female official would not be with her. I was nervous. I then saw the dark-gray sixties-style pick-up truck approaching on the southern road. It stopped at the intersection with the main north-to-south road. I was in across the street from it, at the southwestern corner of a large parking lot. She noticed me and drove across the street, into the parking lot. She drove to the north and parked on the northern side of the parking lot. I walked after her, noticing that she had parked under the shade of the small trees. I walked diagonally across the parking lot, to the northwest, thinking that i should walk out of the open and into the wooded areas to the north of the lot so that we could talk in private. I did not want the officials to see us talking. I was crossing a field, and i was aware of the small wooden shack to on the southern side of the field. I walked across the south of it and then started up the western side. I then realized that there were people sleeping on the flattened field grass of the rough uneven ground. I would not be able to talk to my mother here without having these people overhear. I would have to walk farther into the woods. I hoped that my mother did not mind following. I paused, noticing that there were people curled up everywhere on the ground. They were wrapped in crude clothing and looked like vagrants in eastern Asian robes. I felt out of place here, and turned to the south, heading down the hill. The land around me seemed to be open now, and sloped up to the north. I crossed through the more modern buildings to the south, thinking that this was the upper-class neighborhood. It was still run down and impoverished, but there were fewer people sleeping on the streets. I felt disturbed by this place. Even the rich were mistreated by the government. The living conditions here were terrible, and i did not like having to see this without being able to do anything about it.

I escaped through the door of the small apartment, running to the southwest, across the street of the urban area. The tall stone buildings around me seemed to be apartment buildings, and they were gray and dull. I was carrying the small cigar box of buttons across the street to the young girl on the other side. I reached the stoop of the apartment on the southern side of the street and stepped into the alcove of the entryway. I looked over the box i had in my hand. I then noticed Wally Cleaver standing to the northeast of me, in the doorway of the building. There seemed to be a shop just to the east, and Wally was there, talking to the man. I felt that the man was up to something that could impact me negatively. I then looked down, noticing the metal gears on the ground. They had fallen from the yellow box that i was carrying. I picked them up, noticing that the side of the box was broken open and some of the contents were spilling out.

12008 November 28

I was in the math class in the high school. $A48 was teaching from the northern side of the old classroom. The walls of the room seemed to be paneled with wood, but the ceiling and upper parts of the walls were white plaster. I looked through the things on the desk of my wooden armchair, but i did not have my papers with me. I flipped some stuff, but i was not ready for the class. I did not do the work than i was supposed to keep up with the class. I put some of my stuff on my desk, looking through papers and notebooks. I pulled out several sheets of paper to make it seem as though i was looking for my work, but i knew that i did not really have it. I opened my spiral notebook. The writing in it was in blue pen, and it was work for this class, but it was older work. I would have to tell the teacher that i did not have the current work with me. I felt bad for not having it. I then realized that i did not have my math book either. I would have to go to get it from my locker. I asked $A48 if i could leave the room to get my math book. He was pacing to the east, along the northern side of the room. He nodded quickly at me, not paying much attention. He seemed annoyed with me. I left the room, heading to the west, out into the hall. I moved through the tall white halls of $P7. It seemed to have been a long time since i’ve been here. I was back in this place, but it was the present. I then thought that maybe this was really the past, and i was my present self in the past. I remembered this place. I came into the back locker room of the school and walked to the center of the large room. I moved into one of the parallel rows of lockers and turned to the south, facing one of the tannish-white metal lockers. I tried the combination on the lock, but could not get the door to open. I then wondered if it was the right combination. It as the right combination for the locker back when i was in school here, but i was not sure that this time was the same as that time. The combination could have changed. I then was uncertain whether this was my locker. I wondered how i knew that it was my locker. I moved to the west a little and tired the next one over. I then heard someone coming from the northeast. I was the only one in the locker room, and i started to feel that i did not quite belong in this place. I did not want anyone to see me here, so i quickly moved to the exit on the southeast side of the room. From there, a hallway ran to the east, back into the main hall. I stopped in the southern hall, just outside of the locker room. I had to hide. I was about to run down the hall to the east, but then i heard someone coming down the stairs to the south of me. There was a stairwell just off the southern side of the corridor, just outside the locker room. The person was descending to the south, but would reach the landing and turn to head down the flight of stairs on the eastern side of the stairwell, leading to where i was. If i ran down the long hallway to the east, i would not be out of sight before the person reached the corridor, and he would see me. I quickly ran down the stairs on the northern side of the well before the person could see me. I stopped on the next floor down, listening for the person above me. To my annoyance, the person was still descending the stairs, starting down the flight to the floor that i was on. I looked around. There seemed to be a machine shop to the to the east now, but i headed down the next flight of stairs, to the lower level of the building. This was where the pool was. I stopped at the lower floor, but could still hear the person coming. I did not know what to do. I looked down the next flight of stairs. It was dark down the next flight, and it seemed that the corridor was rarely used. The flight descended along the western side of the stairwell, descending to the south. The bare cement walls had cobwebs on them, and there was an open doorway at the bottom. I ran down the stairs into the darkness. I was then at the top of the stairs again, listening for the person above me, they were still descending, so i descended the stairs again, turning around the landing on the southern side of the well and heading down to the next floor. I landed on the stone floor of the corridor at the northern end of the stairwell. The cement walls at this level were unfinished, and this place seemed relatively unused. It was a maintenance corridor. There were no doors on this level, and the only place i could go was down the next flight, which seemed to be the last flight. There were no lights at this level, so i had to wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I looked down the next flight of stairs, but had to wait a moment before i could make out the doorway at the bottom. After a moment, i could see the dirt floor of the basement room at the bottom. I then saw movement in the basement. There was a light panning across the brown dirt floor. I realized that there were some people in the basement with flashlights. They were heading for the door and would spot me if i entered the room. I could not stay here or i would be caught, so i ran back up a level of steps and turned to the east, running into the large room where the pool was. The man was still descending the stairs from above me, but he could no not yet see me around the corners. I entered into a large open room, with walls of greenish-blue tiles. I hoped that no one would follow me into the room as i headed to the southeast. The room was too open, and seemed to be well lighted. I had to get out of site, but i could not find a good place to hide. I moved behind the diving board, which was on the southern end of the large pool that filled the center of the room. I could not hide here. The person would be able to see me as they came to the bottom of the stairs. I was in direct view from the corridor. I pulled one of the braces off of the diving board and started to move around the room. I floated over the water, heading to the northwest. There were two pools in the room, one on the southern side and one on the northern side. I crossed over the second pool, heading to the north in the center of the room. I moved to the western wall of the room, noticing that there was a wide glass window on the second floor. It seemed to be a viewing box. I thought that if i moved to the western wall, i would be out of view of anyone looking into the room from the corridor. I could hide against the wall and hope that none of the troops came in to search the room. I then thought that i could simply hide on the ceiling by the western wall, hoping that they would not think to look for me there. The room was rather tall, so the ceiling might be out of sight for most people. I then thought that they would check anyway if they were searching. I decided that i could not stay here, and i flew out the corridor on the northern side of the western wall. I passed over the new pool, which i realized was still in the old building of the school. I had thought that the new pool would be built in a new building. I headed down the narrow modern hall to the north, coming into the new wing of the building. This place was the gymnasium. The walls of the modern corridor were white and featureless. As i passed through a double doorway, entering into the newer section of the building, i noticed the large metal doors on the western wall. The seemed to lead to the basketball courts, but they were all closed down, and did not have windows in them to see through. I continued moving quickly down the corridors toward the atrium. There were some people moving around the corridors, but not many. They seemed to be students. None of them were paying attention to me, so i must not seem out of place here. I could relax a little. I turned a corridor, heading now to the west. Everything was very plain here, and the walls of the room were bright white, with plain white featureless doors set into them. There was a door in the wall to the south, and i wondered if this was still the wrestling room. I looked into the large empty square room. There were large words written on the walls.

I was sitting in the classroom in one of the wooden armchairs. The teacher was to the west, at the front of the classroom. I had to pack my things to leave because the class was over. The other students were leaving the art class, and i was putting my things into my backpack. The female teacher, who seemed to be $A526, was impatient. She wanted to leave the classroom, but she had to wait for the students. I felt a little rushed. As the teacher passed close to me, watching me pack my things impatiently, i told her that i had to grab my things before i could leave. I put them into my black bag. I then started to look for some other things that were not on my desk. I had to get everything out of the classroom this time, because it seemed as though we would not be coming back for a while. The teacher paced nervously to the west, out the door of the classroom. I opened my large black duffel bag on the black lab table to the west of me and started stuffing things into it. I was suddenly worried that some of the things that i was packing might not be mine. I could not tell. I then wondered whether the teacher would even bother to check. I took out the long plastic bag, which had my things already in it. It would not fit into the duffel bag so i would have to carry it separately. I put the long things i had in it, including a long black and red stick, which seemed more like a very long bicycle pump. I then grabbed my camera stuff from the counter and picked up all of my bags. I brought them out into the hall and dropped the bags on the northern side of the hall. The hall outside the classroom formed a small triangular area. The main hall ran to the west, and the northern wall of the corridor was flat as it came into the triangular area. The southern wall turned to the southeast from the main part of the hall, forming a flange shape at the eastern end of the hall that bulged to the south. There were two or three classroom doors on the southwestern side of the triangle, and one, the door that i had come out of, on the eastern side. There seemed to be elevator doors to the north of the triangular area, and i placed my bags down just to the east of the elevators. The corridor seemed to continue to the northeast from the area, but it was narrower there. I turned to go back into the classroom to grab the rest of my stuff. I still had to get my camera things. I came back out of the classroom and noticed the teacher in the elevator to the north. She told the janitor, who was standing near the southern wall of the hallway, near one of the classroom doors, what they should do in the classroom while the school was on break. As the elevator doors started to close, i realized that my bags were in the elevator. Someone must have assumed that they were to go down in the elevator and put them in. The door closed, and i felt upset. I asked the janitor where my bags were, wanting him to tell me where they had gone, but he did not know. I became very upset. I had only my small gray bags. I was tense as i stood by the elevator, waiting for the door to open again. The school was closing, so i would have to clean all of my stuff out of the classrooms before i left, or it would all be taken away. I looked around the hall for my bags, hoping that they were not really on the elevator, but i could not find them in the hallway. The elevator was not coming back up either. The teacher must have left for the year. I thought that i should call the elevator myself, and i pressed the button. I then noticed the blue bag in the center of the hallway to the south of me. It was mine, but i wanted to know where the large black duffel bag was. I headed to the south, along the eastern wall of the triangular area. There was a small doorway in the southeast corner of the hallway that seemed to be a janitors’ maintenance room. There was a cleaning cart outside the door and a man in a green work suit inside. I asked him if he had seen my luggage. The men in the room did not know about the luggage. I was frustrated and walked back out into the hall. I then noticed that the door to the classroom was open a little. I pushed it open the rest of the way and walked back into the room. There was a younger teacher in the room. She was cleaning up the counters near the eastern wall of the room. I knew that she was taking over the classroom during the interim break. I looked around the room for my things, but i could not see my large bags in here. I did notice the gray camera bag sitting on the table. I quickly walked over and grabbed it, but, to my disappointment, it was empty. It was my camera bag, thought. I looked around the room, noticing the camera sitting on the black counter that ran along the eastern wall. The teacher had gone into the storeroom, through the doorway on the northern end of the eastern wall. I walked over to the counter and picked up the camera. I was going to put it back into my bag, but i realized that it was not actually my camera. The handle and buttons were on the left side of the camera, whereas mine were on the right. I was very upset and put the camera back down. I wanted my things back. The teacher had come out of the closet, and i asked her where my camera was. I told her that it was a Cannon. I then realized that i had made a mistake and corrected myself, telling her that it was actually a Minolta. She said that she gave it to a student. She commented that there was a yellow slip inside the camera about a sticky tag. I realized that it was my camera, and i became very angry with her. I wanted to hit her. I stormed back out into the hall and came outside of the building. I was on the northern side of the building, and i headed down the long grassy slope, toward the road. Following the drive, i passed through the opening in the stone wall on the northern end of the property, where the driveway met the road. I then turned to the west, following the sidewalk along the stone wall and the road. There seemed to be shrubs growing over the top of the stone wall, forming thick bushy vegetation over the wall. I started floating as i went. I still felt very frustrated, but i floated on, lifting my legs in front of me. I thought that this was like rafting down a river; i kept my legs in front of me in case i accidentally bumped into anything. I then noticed how strange my legs looked as i held them up. They looked very skinny. I flexed my thigh muscles, but the legs still looked much thinner than normal. I put them down and landed on the sidewalk, just to the west of a car, in front of the car. There was someone walking with me, just to the south and a little behind me. I jokingly punched him as we walked. He stopped and i stopped with him. He seemed like $A107. He was wearing shorts, and i could see that he had very heavy legs. I started to wrestle with him, joking around on the sidewalk. I tried to take him down, but was having some trouble. We joked and pushed each other down the street, heading back toward the east. I then wrapped him up in my legs and arms, controlling his arms. I started to take him down. He was falling backward, so i made sure that we fell slowly to the pavement, so that we would not get hurt. It was fun to wrestle, and i felt happy. I then left $A107 and headed to the south, back toward the large stone building that was the school. I headed up the slight slope of the long grassy lawn toward the gothic building. There seemed to be an old tree to the north of the building. It was full of summer leaves. I walked through the main door of the building and found myself in a gymnasium. The room was filled with wrestling mats, and there were people wrestling. This seemed to be a large tournament. It was darker in the room, but i could easily see all of the people crowding around me. In the center of the room, there was a wrestling match happening on the large dark-blue mats. Both of the men on the mat were small, and must have been from a light weight-class. One of them was running around the edge of the wrestling circle, and the other one was chasing him. It seemed strange that the one would be running from a match like this. I started to float over the mats, watching the action as i passed overhead. I noticed that the man in the red singlet had the number “141” written on his uniform. I thought that this must be their weight class. There was a large audience to the south of the mat, sitting in lecture-hall stands. This was a tournament match, with many teams. I remembered seeing this before when i had come to another one of the competitions. I thought hat i had already missed the lighter matches in this tournament. I then noticed some of the wrestlers to the northwest of me, on a mat in the corner of the room. They were not regular wrestlers, and i though that there were several alternative matches coming up. They were probably more like grappling or submission wrestling. I remembered adults wrestling in this tournament before and wrestling in a more grappling-like style. I thought that it was interesting to watch the grappling, since it was such a different sport. I stopped and thought that i should get my homework out so that i could do it while watching the matches. I still had some math that i could do. I headed to the north, out of the building. The lawn to the north seemed much longer now as it sloped down gradually to the road, about two hundred meters away. The driveway ran on the eastern side of the lawn, curving gently as it headed north. There were several trees around the yard, and some small ones lining the western side of the driveway. Everything seemed very bright and sunny, and all of the colors were very crisp. The lawn was not green, though, but a bright combination of dark green and tan. It seemed like an autumn ground. The leaves in the trees also seemed autumn, though i could not see the colors in them. I started to float down the lawn, feeling very happy and peaceful. There were several other people around me, moving in different directions, but mostly heading north or south. I overheard a man to the east of me commenting on the red hair of a woman who was walking to the north of me. She was heading the same direction that i was, but walking slower than i was floating. The man said that her hair was in a perfect triangle. It seemed fiery, with bright orange in the center on top and down the back and darker reds around the sides. It seemed very attractive. I thought that it was fiery leaves, like on the autumn trees. I flew up into the air, high over the grass. I then started singing a tone. It came out clear, and i felt a little self-conscious doing it. I was aware that there were others walking below me, and that they would hear me and think it strange. I took in a deep breath and sang loudly at a higher pitch. There was something to the music. I then started singing with my throat open so that the sound vibrated more in my chest. There was something special with the tone, and i felt the vibration through my entire body. This was the correct pitch. I breathed in and sang it again. I then opened my eyes, noticing that i was lying on my bed. I was lying on my side, facing east, and i could see myself in the mirror. I took in another deep breath and sang again. I felt the deep vibration resonating through every part of me. The tone then picked up a second resonance frequency, creating a wobbling beat. The air around me started to wobble with the sound, as though my vision were being distorted in round waves that radiated out with the sound. This was the note of power. I was able to sing the song of power.

12008 November 30

I got off of the bus after talking to the person and walked to the west. I crossed the dirt turn-around on the western end of the road and headed across the scraggly lawn of the small white house. The house seemed to be a trailer home, and it was old and run down. I thought that it belonged to $A503. I walked up the dirt driveway on the northern side of the house. There seemed to be some junk in the yard around the house, and everything seemed old. I looked at the stone foundation wall on the house just to the south of me. There was something on the stone than caught my attention. I passed the house and came into the back yard. I was looking for something, but i was not quite sure what. A dog barked from the south, and i looked down the back side of the house. There was a wire dog pen on the back of the house, near the southern side of the western wall, and a small black dog was barking at me from the pen. I looked around the open yard, wondering if i should really be here when no one was around. I thought that i should not make the owners of the house angry. I turned around and headed back to the east, down the dirt driveway, toward the road. As i went, i caught my foot on a long thin branch that was sitting on the ground. It was flexible, like a willow branch, and i picked it up with my foot. I grabbed onto the end of the branch and swung it as i headed back out into the wide round cul-de-sac.

I had been watching the show by the building with $F45. We seemed to be on a college campus. We headed to the west now as we talked. I mentioned $G4, thinking that they might be setting a trail through this area soon. I then spotted $F57 on the north side of the yard, setting a trail near the tree line. I did not try to get his attention, but let him continue setting. I would not be able to go to the run today, so it did not matter that i knew where the trail ran. I continued to the west, looking ahead to see the high embankment on the northern side of the road that we were walking down. We walked down the northern side of the road, and the road that crossed us headed over our heads. There was a bridge over a creek running under the overpass. We continued down the old country road to the southwest. The trees on the southeastern side of the road, across the small creek, seemed gray and leafless. I started to talk to some of the others that were with me as we continued down the hall. There was a young boy in the hall with us. We seemed to be in a house. The house was old and run down, but it seemed to be $P19. The young boy leaned against the southern side of the hall as i faced west. We chatted about $A432 for a moment. I was interested in him, and i kept thinking about him. The boy with us seemed upset, and $F45 pet his hair. He boy leaned his head against the wall as if exhausted. I then noticed a long nail sticking out of the wall to the north. I pulled the nail out of the dull-yellow plaster wall. I did not know what to do with it, so i tossed it into the open space near the bottom of the wall, where the plaster ended. This house seemed to be in disrepair, and i commented on the broken shower line that was in the wall. It then occurred to me that there were other large spaces between the walls of this house, and i wondered what had become of them. The house was being remodeled, and $G3 must have noticed some of these hidden spaces. I asked about the empty space behind the living room walls. There was something special about that space. I remembered seeing it a few times in dreams, and i was interested to know if it was real.