ZUDEMA

12023 November 01

I had been doing something in the large rectangular room in the center of the building. The room was long east to west, and it seemed like the storage space of a warehouse. It was dimly lighted. Others were with me. It seemed that i had to get something done, so i headed to the north, into the smaller room, which seemed like a cafeteria. People were eating around tables in the room, which seemed to have rounded walls. I said something to some people as i stopped on the western side of the room, to the west of a round table. Something about the tables seemed like laboratory tables, and i was doing something in the room. I thought that i was supposed to get something done, so i took something from the room and headed back to the south. I thought about this as i moved around in the southern room again. I then headed to the east, into the classroom. Something seemed out of place, but i was unsure what it was. The others were still to the west of me, but i thought that they should have come with me to do something. I felt a little confused, but i looked around to try to figure something out. Students were sitting in the room to the south of me. They faced north. The room was filled with rows of wooden armchairs, but the center and eastern parts of the room did not have students in the chairs. About fifteen to twenty students seemed to be in the room, and they were sitting quietly, reading from books. I felt concerned about something to the north, though. I knew that the others class was to the north. I stepped to the north and looked into the other classroom. The doorway was in the eastern end of the southern wall of the room, and the chairs were facing east. More students seemed to be in this classroom, but they were sitting mostly along the western and southern sides, leaving the center and northeastern armchairs empty. No teacher was in the classroom, and i was concerned about this. I felt that this place was not well organized, and i was concerned about the students. I returned to the south, stopping in the center of the northern part of my classroom. I looked at the students to the south of me again. I wanted to do something about the students to the north, but i felt indecisive. I thought that someone from the west should take over that class. I considered what to do for a moment, and i felt anxious about it. After a few moments of hesitation, i decided that i should go to the other class and take attendance. I then realized that i could hear the other students talking. They must have been talking about what to do. I walked to the north, into the other classroom. More of the chairs were filled with students now, mostly along the northern side of the room. The center and eastern chairs were still mostly empty. The students seemed to be wearing brown or dull colors, and they were all looking at books on their desks. I picked up an attendance book from the desk, which seemed to be on the northern side of the room. Looking to the south, i could see that the chairs were now facing north, and the students were filling most of them. I read the first name on the attendance list, but no one said anything. I moved to the southeast, talking to the student near the northeastern corner of the seats. The student told me their name, but i could not quite make out what they had said. I asked for the name again, and i wrote it down as the first name in the book. I then tried to read the second name, but a signal sounded, and the students got up to leave. I felt disappointed that i could not get the attendance of the class. I continued to ask the students that lingered their names. I asked one man for his name, and he said something to me. He stood to the south of me and leaned toward me to speak into my right ear. I could not make out the name he said, but it seemed like three words. It then occurred to me that the name was fake. I felt frustrated as i looked in the book in my hands, which i held to the south of me. The student moved away, to the southwest. I thought about his name, wondering if it was a name from $G4. I moved to the southwest, where a few students were still sitting in a small cluster. I asked them something, joking with them that i only remembered $G4 names and not real names. I looked at the small computer pad that i had in my hands, which seemed like a Blackberry, with a small black keyboard. I would have to type out the students’ names, but most of them had left. I was disappointed that i could not get the attendance take care of. I thought that i had only confirmed one name on the list.

12023 November 02

I moved to the east, over the grassy field, which seemed to be on a rounded hilltop. I large vessel was floating over my head as i reached the top of the hill. I was also floating over the hill. I thought that the large craft might be an extraterrestrial ship, and i felt amazed by it. It was shaped like a crescent, with the pointed ends down. I was in a ship that also seemed to be like a crescent, but the ship i was in was much smaller and not as curved. As my ship stopped under the larger one, i looked up at the underside of the large ship. The ship was brown and seemed to be made of stained rough wood. It was about five meters wide at the center and about six or seven meters between where the sides started to curve. From the underside, the sides seemed to be flat, with sharp corners. The first panel on each arm bent at about a thirty-degree angle from the center of the craft. The lower limbs bent further so that they seemed vertical. The lower limbs were triangular, and one was now to the southeast of me. I started to worry that the smaller ship might run into the larger ship. I thought that we would have to be careful of how we flew away from the large ship so that we did not collide with it. The scene then seemed to reset itself, and we were again coming from the west and entering under the larger ship. This time, the larger ship seemed more of a smooth curve, and it was now tipped on its side so that the arms descended only a little to the southwest. I could see the narrow ship in the center. I was in the narrow ship, but i was also looking down at it. I started moving to the southwest, to get out from under the larger ship. The larger ship now seemed much thicker from side to side, and the arms no longer seemed to come to points, making the ship now seem like a cylinder with a gap on one side. I headed toward the gap, but the ship was rotating slightly. The narrow brown craft i was in bounced off the sides of the larger craft, hitting it to the south of me. I tensed, worried that i might have damaged something. The larger ship seemed to jerk in reaction to the slight collision as well. It started rotating counter-clockwise. I concentrated on moving to the south, out through the opening. I was then to the south of the large structure. The structure seemed to be the first part of something that needed to be done. I pictured five to seven bands lined up from west to east, to the east of me. They seemed to be marked in different colors, and numbers seemed to be on the tops. They bent over something that was just to the northeast of me. I thought that we had completed the first of these things, which the band nearest me represented. I said something about it to the person to the southwest of me as i started moving to the southeast. We had completed the first step, which had something to do with the ship. I referred to the first step as Anthrax, thinking that it was named after the heavy-metal band. I then thought about the name, wondering if it should have been named after Scorpion. Scorpion seemed like a better name for the event, but i knew that it was supposed to be named after Anthrax.

I moved to the south, talking to the others about the event, which had something to do with the large ship that i had flown under. I talked to the other person about it. He stood close to me, to the east of me, and he looked down at the paper that he was holding to the southwest of himself. I looked at the man. He was Fox Mulder from X-Files. He seemed to remember the event from somewhere else, and he looked at the paper, trying to figure it out. I knew that the event was from one of the early episodes of the series, so i thought that he would remember it eventually. He looked up at me, saying that the event had happened in 1991. I did not know which episode it was, but i knew that it was in Fox’s past, so it had to be in one of the early episodes. I hoped that he could remember the specific event. I could not quite tell what it was, so i would have to wait for him to figure it out so i could see the event as part of the story. I felt curious. I seemed to be in the episode with him at the moment, but i was aware that this scene was a story. I talked to him about the events as i moved to the southeast. The man mentioned something about the electric shoes. I agreed with the man, but i then admitted that the shoes were not a great idea. I then felt a little uncomfortable saying this. I was on the eastern side of the room now, standing to the east of a small island counter. The man was in the center of the room, to the west of me, and he seemed to be sitting in a wheelchair, facing south. I knew that he was someone who developed the electric shoes, so i felt a little hesitant as i told him that the shoes never seemed like a good idea. He looked up to the southeast to consider this for a moment. He now seemed like Steve Jobs, and i thought that Apple created the electronic device. I commented that the company was just not as good anymore after he had left. He seemed to agree with me. I felt awkward talking about it, though. I turned to the southeast and headed toward the other room to do something.

12023 November 04

I felt hurried as i moved through the house, thinking about the things that i had to clean up. This was a house that i had been living in, but i had to leave, and i had to move all of my things into my house. Many things seemed to be here, and i felt a little exasperated about moving them. It seemed like a big job. I thought that i at least had a large house that i could move all of the things into. Another person was with me in the house, which seemed like my parents’ house. I would have to take all of my things out of this house and take them somewhere. I was not sure where i would put them in my house, but i would have to take them there. I felt that i did not have time to move everything right now, though. I was supposed to go somewhere with the other person, and i knew that i could not fit everything in my car. I looked to the east, noticing a small closet, which seemed to be filled with things that were mine. I would need to take all of them to my house, but it seemed like an enormous task. I thought that we would just fill my car with what we could fit and then leave from here. I felt that we had to get going, though, and i wondered what to take. I moved to the south. I was now in my bedroom, which seemed to be part of an apartment in college. I still had many things here, and i would have to clean everything out and take it with me. I knew that i could not do it now, though, and i felt a little overwhelmed with the task. As i headed to the south, toward the exit door in the eastern half of the southern wall, i thought i would not be able to fit anything else in my car. I had already put the other things from the house into my car. I felt annoyed, thinking that i could not do anything about the things here. I did not want to leave them here, though. As i reached the door, i thought that i would have to leave them here. I thought that i could leave them here for a little while and then come back for them. This seemed strange, though. I wondered if my lease would run over the summer months. I thought that it would, but i worried that the landlord would try to come into the apartment when i was not here. I thought that i would have to ask if my things would be okay here. I felt concerned about them. I thought that i would have to lock up after i left so that no one could get into my room. Before i opened the door, i noticed a bag hanging on a hook just to the east of the door, at my waist level. It seemed that the bag had been put up to collect trash, but i realized that i had not hung the bag there. I pulled the bag off of the hook and looked at it. It was an old rubber knapsack, and it was orange on one side and black on the other. I realized that this was an old bag of mine. I was from UE, and it was a bag that i had owned when i was young. I wondered why it was hanging on the hook near the black plastic garbage bag. I suddenly suspected that someone else had been in the room. To the east of me, i noticed that the bed had been made with sheets. The small bed was set into the eastern wall, near the door. The blankets were pulled back to the southeast, showing white sheets and a pillow on the northern end. These were not my things, and i realized that someone else had been in the room. I felt upset. I looked to the south. The door was now open, and i could see a woman in the other room. She was walking toward me. I asked her something, and she told me that she had moved into the apartment. The room to the south was large, and several others were moving around in it. They seemed to be students, and they seemed to have come back to this apartment. I felt upset that they were here. The woman stopped to the south of me as i told them that i had a room to myself. A man stopped just to the southwest of her, looking at me. I said that i had payed extra for a private room in the apartment. She seemed confused, and she told me that the rent was split evenly among the people in the apartment. I felt upset, and i headed back to the north, into the room. I looked at the knapsack in my left hand. The bag was worn, and the rubber had a hole in the front, which was the orange side. I thought that it had been very old, and it was very worn out. I wondered if it had been thrown out because it was worn. I felt upset and wondered what to do. Someone else came into the room from the south.

I headed to the south across the store, which seemed like a library. Low wooden shelfs of books were along the western wall of the narrow area of the center of the room, through which i was walking. I looked down at the book that i had in my left hand. I had picked it up from the northern part of the room, and i thought that i had to get it for something. I felt that i really did not need the book, but i felt interested in it. The book was actually a short cylinder, about five decis tall and about five decis in diameter. It had a gray cloth cover with a line image of something that looked like an ancient Greek drawing. I thought that the book was on mythology. Something about the book seemed uncomfortable, though. I thought that i did not really need it, but i felt as thought i should buy it. I looked up to the south to see a set of bookshelfs along the southern wall of the room. The bookshelf on the eastern side was about a meter and a half tall, with four or five shelfs, and it was filled with books that had their spines facing out. The shelf on the west was about as tall, but it seemed to be made of a dark gray metal. The books there had their covers facing forward. I moved toward the shelf on the western side of the wall, trying to see the books. I was supposed to get some books from here, even though i knew that i really did not want any more books. A round potter seemed to be directly to the south of me, just off the eastern end of the western bookshelf. It was white, and it did not seem to have a plant in it. A chair was in front of the potter. I tried to see the shelfs on the lower part of the bookcase, but i could not quite see the books i wanted. I leaned a little to the west to see around the chair, but the chair still seemed to be in the way. I felt frustrated and pushed the chair a little to the east. I also felt a little frustrated that i was getting books when i knew that i did not need any. I looked over the books on the shelfs, thinking that this was the mythology section. Some of the books in the center seemed to be drawings of people, and i thought that the books might be a clipart of mythological illustrations. I was looking for something specific. I pulled one of the books from the shelf, but noticed that the people drawn were rendered in a style more typical of comic books. I thought that the books contained clipart of mythological heroes. I looked quickly around at the other books on the shelfs, noticing that most of them seemed to be comic books. I was not really interested in the comic books, but i was looking for something specific. I felt anxious about getting it. The scene then changed, and i was walking to the south across the back room of my parents’ farmhouse. I was carrying the books in my hands, and i thought that i would have to put them away. I remembered that i had another place that i lived, and i thought that i had my things there. I would have to bring those things here. I thought that this was the place where i had stored my things. As i turned to the west and walked through the middle bedroom of the second floor, i thought that i lived in this place, and i was glad that it had a lot of room, because i would have to store the things in my house and my apartment here. As i crossed the bedroom, i thought that i should sleep in this bedroom. I then thought that it would probably be better if i stayed in the other bedroom to the west. As i reached the western end of the room, i turned to the north. A narrow doorway was in the western end of the northern wall of the room. This doorway had not been there when i lived here. I thought that the door in the center of the western wall was closed off, though, so i would not be able to walk through it. This is why the new door was created. The bottom of the door was a little higher than the floor that i was on, so i had to step up to reach it. I stepped through the door, noticing that it came into the northern end of the hallway. The northern end of the hallway was wider than the main corridor so that the door could enter into it. I remembered this hallway, but it seemed different. The northern wall was about three meters wide and covered with a white wallpaper. A potter seemed to be in the center of the northern wall, and a black case leaned in the northeastern corner. It seemed to be a guitar case. I stopped and looked at it for a moment, thinking that something was different here. I felt that i did not really live here and was only visiting. My parents no longer lived here. I turned to the west, thinking that this was my bedroom. I realized that the hall was open to the bedroom to the southwest of me. I also realized that the stairway that went up to the third floor was now against the eastern wall of the corridor. It was directly to the south of me, and i could see the sloped underside of the steps. I realized that the stairs had been moved. They used to be on the western side of the corridor, but the corridor had been opened to the room, so they had been moved to the east. This was why the doorway in the center of the western wall of the bedroom i had been in was no longer open. The stairs would be blocking the door, so the door must have been closed off. I walked into the center of the bedroom and headed south. I looked down at the things in my hands. I had several things that i had purchased. I also realized that i was still wearing the bright green long-sleeve elastic running shirt. I looked at the other things in my hands, though. Some of the things seemed to be books, but several were pieces of clothing. I felt frustrated at having these things. I wondered why i had purchased them. I did not need them, and i felt aggravated that i had bought them. I stopped to the north of a bed, which was to the south of me, and i tossed the books on the bed. I looked again at the green shirt that was now bundled up in my hands. I thought that i should wear it. I turned back to the north, feeling tired and stressed.

12023 November 05

I moved with the others to the northwest. We seemed to be to the east of a house, in a yard. We had been doing something, but i felt that we had to get inside. It was bright out, but i thought that a storm was coming. I could not see anything, but i felt unsafe. I moved a little to the north, telling some of the others with me that we had to get inside. I felt urgent, but i did not want to say too much about the storm to the others. I kept glancing up toward the sky, but i could not see any clouds. The storm seemed to be coming from the west, but i could not see anything over the house. As we passed close to the eastern end of the house, which seemed like my parents’ farmhouse, a flash of light reflected on the gray clouds overhead. I told the others that we should hurry to get things inside. We then seemed to be to the north of the house, though the house or some other structure was to the north of us. The others moved around an object that was on the lawn to the south of the building to the north. They coordinated with one another on how to lift it and carry it to shelter. The object seemed to be a simple wood shed. A man moved to the northeast of me and a few were to the west. Wooden framework extended over my head, and the people to the west started pushing it up over their heads. I turned to the east, seeing a small part of the shed that was enclosed. I rushed to help the man inside the old wooden structure, thinking that it would be easier to push up on the rafters of the building to lift it off the ground. I pushed up and helped the people carry the building to the south. We rounded the eastern end of the house and headed west into the front year. The structure was on the ground to the south of the farmhouse. A man to north of me folder part of the shed that we were under. The wooden walls seemed to collapse into a small flat packet of boards. It seemed that we would be disassembling the structure to put it away where it was safe. I folded a piece of the shed as well. I was then aware of the wind blowing from the west of us. We seemed to be under a wooden deck. The rafters over our heads seemed like two-by-eight rough lumber, and vertical beams seemed to be resting on small pedestals of white cement. I looked to the west, thinking that the wind from the storm could blow under the deck and still sweep us away. I was not sure that we were safe here, but i thought that we would have to fold up the shed here. I asked the others what we should do.

12023 November 06

I moved to the south, following the other through the doorway into the narrow room. The room seemed to be one of a few that ran parallel to each other. They ran east to west, and the walls were dark gray. Entrances in the western ends of the walls led from one room to another. A room seemed to be to the south of me as well. To the southeast of me, along the southern wall of the room i had entered, was a large aquarium. It was illuminated, and i could see several large fish moving around in it. Someone was talking about the fish, and i though that something was not quite right. A brightly colored fish seemed to be in the upper part of the western end of the tank. I looked away at someone and then back to the tank. I noticed the brown and white octopus moving slowly over the large rack surface that took up most eastern side of the tank. The rock was rough, but it looked like a fake cement rock. It sloped steeply and faced roughly northwest. It was about a meter and a half wide, and the eastern end was about a half meter into the tank from the back side of the tank. It seemed to stretch up to the surface of the water, which was at a level about even with the ceiling of the room. The octopus had its arms curled under it, and it moved in a diagonal, upward, to the west. It seemed to be following a pale vein in the rock. I continued to the south, entering the next room. We had to leave this place, and the person with me talked about the tickets. I moved to the eastern side of the round table that was in the center of the room. A narrow doorway was in the center of the Southern wall, and someone seemed to have come from there. $Z was to the southeast of me, and he said that the tickets were free. The man from the south showed me the voucher before he walked around the eastern side of me and headed to the northwest. I could not believe that the tickets would be free. This did not make sense. I looked at the slip of paper, which as tall and narrow, about a deci wide and two decis tall. It had small black type on it in a sans-serif font. A section of text by itself mentioned the free tickets, but i noticed a date below it. I thought that the voucher had expired. I turned to the north and put it down on the round table. I then followed $Z around the eastern and northern sides of the table and headed to the northwest. We had to leave, and we had to catch the train. I entered the other room from the south. This room was shaped much like the other rooms, but it seemed to be upstairs from where i had been. The southern wall of the building had windows in it, and i could see a train pulling up to a platform just outside. $F4 was to the east of me, and he was ready to get onto the train. I suddenly realized that i had left my tickets downstairs, on the table. I felt very upset, realizing that i would not have time to go get them. I told $F4 to get on the train without me. I said that i had lost my tickets and that i would have to buy new tickets. I knew that i would not make the train, though. I moved to the north, where a man was standing behind a small counter. I told him that i had left my tickets downstairs and that i needed to buy new ones. I spoke in a quiet voice, because i felt so upset.

12023 November 07

I was in the darkened room on the southeastern part of the house. It seemed to be a bedroom, and i was sitting on the eastern edge of a bed, which seemed to be the foot of the bed. A cat suddenly started rubbing against me from the north. It stepped onto my lap with its front paws and rubbed its head against me. I started petting it, but i could not quite see it. The cat felt very large. I scratched its neck and it curled its head into my chest. I thought that it might be $X24, but i knew that she was not usually so cuddly. I wondered if it was $X25. I tried to feel the fur to see how long it was. I then noticed white paws sticking up to the north of me. The cat was on its back as it nuzzled into my side. The feet seemed like $X12, but this did not seem right. I grabbed the skin around the back of its neck and rubbed the neck. The fur was long, which meant that it should be $X24, but the feet were not right. It could not be $X12. It had to be $X24, but i knew that she was not so cuddly. I stood up suddenly, heading to the southeast. It was dark out, but the morning was approaching. It seemed to be at the very beginning of twilight. I moved to the southern wall of the small room, which seemed to be my old bedroom in my parents’ farmhouse. I crouched down to do something near the floor of the small rectangular window, which was close to the floor. I was aware of others in the room to the northwest of me. I had to talk to them about something.

12023 November 08

I paced to the southwest, diagonally across the kitchen. The kitchen seemed to be part of $P19. I had been pacing around the house, feeling anxious for a little while. I thought that i had felt hungry a moment ago, and i had come into the kitchen to get something to eat, but i knew that i was not hungry, and i stopped near the southwester corner of the kitchen. I was just to the north of a low black metal box, which seemed to be some type of kitchen equipment. I felt annoyed that i kept coming into the kitchen to get food whet i knew that i was not really hungry. I turned to the north and headed back across the room. A man was to the north of me, and i stopped to talk to him. I felt friendly with him, and we talked about something that seemed to be work related. Another man was to the west of us, and he asked us some questions. The man to the west then did something that produced a cloud of white smoke. $A678, who was the man to the north of me, stepped back a little as the cloud of smoke passed around us. I backed to the south a little, though i was only on the edge of the smoke cloud. The man to the west seemed to be testing something out, and i thought that he was trying to see the reaction we would have to the smoke. $A678 started coughing. I coughed once to clear my throat, but then i felt okay. $A678 coughed a few times, and i realized that he might have allergies. I stood and waited for a second as he continued to cough. I hoped that he would be all right.

12023 November 09

I said something to the other person as i headed to the west, across the northern end of the garage. The eastern side of the garage seemed to be missing, and the garage seemed like it was an old barn where cars were stored. The others were talking about securing the area, and i thought that we had to keep the doors locked. I knew that a street in the town was just to the west of the barn. I walked to the north of an old car that was parked in the barn. It seemed to be a car from the fifties. The other person pushed open a wooden door in the northern end of the western wall of the barn and walked outside. The others had already walked out. I knew that we would need to leave part of the garage unlocked so the that we could get back in, but i felt hesitant about leaving this door unlocked. I asked the man about it, telling him that i was concerned that someone might come in the barn before we returned. I looked at the crude wooden door, which was made of rough lumber and had heavy black iron hinges and bolt. I thought that people walking on the street outside could easily open the door, and it would be an obvious place to enter the barn. As i stood just inside the doorway, i looked to the south. Several other large doors were in the barn wall. The barn seemed to be divided into three sections, with heavy beams supporting the ceiling between the sections. Each of the sections had an old car in it. The cars were rusty and seemed to be abandoned or in storage. The double doors in the center section were bolted, and i thought that we should not open them. It would be too obvious that the main doors were open. I walked to the east, now on the southern side of the building. It was sunny out, and the old street ran very close to the barn. It seemed to be a side street or old garage alley. I moved to the eastern set of double doors. The doors seemed closed, but i thought that they were not bolted. I pulled on the western door of the two doors, trying to get it open. I thought that we could sneak back into the barn through this door. It seemed like a good one to leave open. I talked to the others in the street, and then i looked to the north. We seemed to be in an area that was surrounded by buildings. Taller buildings were to the north of us on either side of the road. The road seemed to end about fifty meters to the north of where we were. Another small building was to the north of the garage on the eastern side of the street, and a low building seemed to run along the western side of the street. At the end of the street, a large building ran east to west. It had a large opening in the side of it where a walkway passed through, in line with the road. Some people were walking south through the opening, and they seemed to be in blue uniform warm-up suits. This place seemed to be part of a college, and i thought that the people heading toward us were athletes from one of the sports teams. I had to head to the northeast, and i thought that i would be walking to the end of the road and then turning to the east. I headed in that direction, but i felt interested in the athletes who were to the north. I wanted to wander through the buildings to see the sports teams. I felt that i should not, though, thinking that i had to be at the place to the northeast and i should not take a detour. As i reached the intersection, though, i decided that i wanted to head north. The others seemed to have headed to the east already, but i walked north, though the building. The area on the others side seemed to be a large courtyard, with a recessed center area. Bright light came from the sky above, but the courtyard did seem to be covered by a ceiling, which could have been a glass roof. The courtyard seemed to be divided up into several areas, and the areas seemed to be different sporting areas. I thought that the swimmers had come from the pool. I could have continued further to the north, but i felt guilty that i had not gone directly to the other area, so i turned to the east. A narrow corridor ran between the large building an another that was now to the north of it. The cement walkway ran along the northern side of the corridor, with a similar one on the southern side. The center of the corridor was recessed, and water filled the bottom of the area. The level of the water was about three meters below the sidewalks. A thin black surface ran down the center of the water, about a few decis above the level of the water. I thought that this would be where the swimmers would train. I felt interested in watching the swimmers, but it seemed strange for me to be here. I continued east on the sidewalk. The other person was walking with me. As i walked, i noticed that the swimmers seemed to be standing at attention on the strip in the middle of the water. They standing shoulder to shoulder, facing north. They had dark-blue swim caps and seemed to have dark blue poly-material warm-up jackets. I thought that they would be interesting to watch, but they did not seem interesting at the moment. Their stiff stature actually seemed uninteresting. I seemed aware of someone to the northeast of the swimmers, giving them orders and watching over their actions. I continued talking to the person walking on the northern side of me as we headed east.

12023 November 10

I drove a car to the north, thinking that i would have to return it and pick up my car. I thought that i was actually arriving at the shop early, so i though that the shop would not expect me. I thought that i might simply be able to drop off the car and get mine. I hoped that there would be no complications. It was dark as i moved to the north in the small parking lot, which was to the east of the small building, which seemed to be the service station. My car had been parked on the western side of the lot. I was now in my car, and i started driving to the north to get out of the lot. The exit to the lot was in the center of the western side of the lot, and it was to the northeast of me. I felt nervous about taking the car now, thinking that the shop might not know that i was picking it up. I focused on driving. This car seemed different than what i was used to. It seemed to be a small white car. I held the steering wheel tight, looking for an opening to the east. Narrow round poles ran in a row down the center of the lot, running north to south. I had to drive through two of them to get to the exit, but i thought that i had to be careful not to hit them. I was then aware that this car had a standard transmission. It seemed like it had been a long time since i had driven one. I focused on the exit, but thinking that i would have to make a wide turn so that i was heading directly east as i passed through the poles. I had gone too far, though, and i had passed the exit. Annoyed, i backed up a little to the west, careful not to hit the cars that were parked along the building. I started forward again, trying to turn the car in a loop to the south. I had to be careful not to hit the cars that were parked along the eastern side of the lot, and i focused on them as i tried to turn as tightly as i could. As i headed back to the south in the lot, i curved to the southwest, thinking that i would have to make a wide turn to the east to get through the poles. I was then heading east. The exit sloped down slightly to the road. I paused just before the exit, looking far cars. I was in a city, and a tall building was on the eastern side of the city street to the east of me. The street ran steeply downhill to the west. I started out into the street, thinking that i would have to be careful with the clutch, because i was no longer used to using one. As i started out into the street, i noticed a car coming from the south. Its lights were on, and it seemed rather close, but i decided that i did not want to try to deal with the clutch again, so i hurried out of the parking lot and turned to the north into the opposite lane. I tried to speed up going down the hill so that the car behind me would not have to slow down too much to accommodate me. I stopped at the bottom of the hill, at the end of the block, where the street ended. I would have to turn to the west

I kept thinking about my car. I would still have to pick it up from the shop. I had come from the east, across the open area. I had to pick up my car, but i knew that the mechanics might not be open yet. The mechanics seemed to be across the street to the south. I thought that i would need to trade the car i had with the car i was looking for. I knew that my car would be parked outside the mechanic’s garage, in a small paved lot on the eastern side of the garage. I was talking to some people, but i had to get my car. It was daylight now, and i noticed my small dull-orange car parked along the northern end of the eastern side of the small building to the northwest of me. The simple cement building seemed very small and crude. I moved to the yellow car, noticing that it had a white sign on the side of it, facing east. I started to think that the people in the mechanic shop had thought the car abandoned. I passed the car, stopping to the northeast of it. I felt unsure what i should do. I did not think that the small orange car would drive. It still seemed to be disassembled in some way. I was not sure what i should do. I wondered if the car was now belonged to the garage and was being used as an ornament at the front of the shop. I opened the driver’s door of the orange car, which now seemed to be parked on the northern side of the road that was to the north of the shop. I thought that i had moved it, but it still seemed near the shop. The car was facing north on the road. I looked inside, thinking that the car had been used as a decoration. I remembered that the other car had a bin on the ceiling over the front seats. It seemed like a sunglass case, but it was larger, and it had soda-pop or beer cans in it. This car only had a small bin that was open west, as the car faced east. I put a can in it, thinking that it could only hold a few. I felt uncertain about taking this car. It seemed that it would not drive. I then wondered what i was going to do with my bicycle. I pushed my white bicycle along the southern side of me as i walked to the west, toward the street. I realized that i would have to leave my bicycle here in order to take the car. I would not be able to put my bicycle in the car. I had walked from the east, crossing the open area that was on the eastern side of the road. I now seemed to be in a flat open land. The small square area i was crossing seemed like a dirt parking lot, but it was filled with tables where people were eating. I thought that i would lock my bicycle up and come back for it later. I did not know where to lock it, though. I stopped near the entrance to the area, which was in the center of the western edge. A wood rail fence ran from the north to the northern side of the entrance. No bicycle racks were near the fence, and i did not think that this would be a good fence to attached the bicycle to. I looked back to the northeast. The land to the north and northeast of us was flat and covered with dry grasses. It looked like a prairie. A black wood rail fence had run across the northern side of the small lot. I had considered locking the bicycle there earlier, and i considered it again. It seemed like the best place for me to lock my bicycle. I wondered what i should do. I turned back to the west. I now seemed to be to the north of the small cement garage building. I had come from the east, and the small lot was now on the eastern side of the building. My car now seemed to be just to the east of the northeastern corner of the building. I pushed my bicycle a few meters to the west before turning to the building. The building was open here, and a long corridor ran into it. The corridor seemed to run to the east, though. I entered the building, heading east, and i started down the aisle. I had to get my bicycle somewhere. The aisle was narrow, and tall metal shelfs were on both sides. This room seemed like a store room, with small boxes of supplies on all of the shelfs. Two men approached me from the east, and they both seemed to be wearing bicycle helmets. The first man looked up at me as he passed on the north of me. He watched me as he passed. I remembered from before that he was interested in me. He and the other man were both bicyclists, and i had passed them several times before. I felt complimented that he was interested in me, but i did not want to show interest it him. I nodded as we passed, but i continued to look to the east. After i passed both of them, i thought about the man’s interest in me. I then wondered where i could lock up my bicycle so that i could get my car.

12023 November 11

We had been climbing the hill that was to the northeast of us. I was with two or three other people, and i felt very close to them. It was nice to be with them. The area around us seemed dark, and two of the people were near me. One man was lying down on his chest, with his head to the southwest. He was just to the northeast of me. He was not wearing a shirt, and he lay with his arms extending to the south and west. His back was wide, as though he was nicely muscled. The other man moved to the east of him, and i layed down on his back. I was aware that it was a strange thing to do, but i knew that this was normal for this situation. It felt good to be close to these people, and it was nice to talk to them while relaxing physically next to them.

I was talking to the others as i walked to the south, toward the large low building. The building seemed to be only one story, like a modern school building. It was on the southern side of the large parking lot. Our car was parked on the southern side of the lot, facing east, and i had just passed the front end of it. We had to go somewhere, and i felt concerned about something that we had to do. I felt hesitant to do it. I knew that we would have to get in the car to go, though, and i wondered if there was enough room in the car. I would not be driving. I said something to the person to the south of me, who was standing on the cement curb. I then turned to look at the old blue truck. The paint on the truck was medium blue, and it seemed to be chipping with age. Someone had already gotten into the driver’s seat of the car, and i thought that $F71 and i would be able to sit in the back seat of the truck. I looked through the windshield at the seats. The truck only had a very narrow back seat. I thought that it would be crowded. As i took a steep to the north, i realized that the truck actually did not have a back seat at all. I thought that it as an older truck, so it had nothing behind the front seats. I thought that we should get in the car, though. $A706 was sitting behind the steering wheel on the northern side of the car. I noticed that the front seat was open just to the south of her. The seat was an old bench seat, so $F71 and i would have to squeeze in between $A706 and the person sitting to the south. I looked to the southern side of the truck. $A706 was sitting on the southern end of the bench, and the seat seemed very long. It was light blue, with vertical ribbing in the fake-leather cushioning. There was enough room for $F71 and i to sit between $A706 and $A706. The $A706 on the southern end of the seat looked at me as i considered this.

I had been talking to the others about something that had happened. Something seemed scary, and i thought about how the story would go. I felt very close to these people as we walked south. The others seemed like high-school students. They were to the northeast of me as we walked, and i looked ahead, knowing that the scary part of the story would start soon. I stepped over a low mound and focused on the tall grass to the south of me. A paved path ran east to west on the southern side of the mound, and the tall grasses were growing along the south of it. They had thick tan stalks that seemed to be packed together as they grew. Green leafs were near the bottom of the stalks, and the tops of the stalks ended in fluffy tan fronds. This grass was very familiar, and i focused on it. It looked like pompous grass, and it leaned to the south, against the wooden fence along the edge of the area. I knew that the grass was a warning in the story, and the man would react to it. I watched the grass as the man approached behind me. This was a significant revealing point in the movie. A man to the northeast of me then said that a skeleton would pop out of the grass. I knew that the movie was not so simple. “No.”: i disagreed in a dissuading tone. The man asked what would happen, and i told him that this was when the man would recognize that there was a problem in the movie. The students knew that something was wrong, but they would not be aware of it yet. I told the man with me that the reeds mark the beginning of the other man’s problems, and the man would recognize that. It seemed as though it had been predicted earlier in the movie. I knew that the others all had their own triggers, but this was the cue for the man to respond to. I turned to the east, seeing that the reeds ran along the southern side of the path, which ran to the east of me. The mound i had come over was now to the north of me, along the path. It was about a meter tall and about three meters wide. It had reeds growing over most of it as well. I then focused on the small group of students who were approaching from the northeast. A large school building seemed to be to the northeast. It was a modern, single level building, with a flat cement roof that overhung the sides of the building. The building seemed pale blue. A woman with long blond hair was walking on the western side of the group, holding something in her crossed arms. As they approached, i realized that this in where the story would start. The man would see the reeds and realized that something was really wrong.

12023 November 12

I stood in the small square in the middle of the urban area. I seemed to be in a small city, and i was standing on the northern side of the eastern end of the square. People were sitting on the western side of the square, facing east. They seemed to be watching the person to the south of me perform. I watched the person for a moment. The man was with me, just to the southeast of me. I spoke to him about something. I then glanced back at the audience. I noticed $A682 in the front row. I felt a little uncomfortable, and i turned back to the east. $A682 had not noticed me, and he seemed to be with some of his friends, so i thought i would let him watch the show. I move a little to the east, saying something to the person with me. We then started driving to the north. The people were heading somewhere, and i was in the passenger’s seat of the car as the man with me drove. He seemed to have a dark mustache or beard. I looked to the east, hearing the train start to move to the north. I could see the train platform on the bottom of the low hill to the east. It seemed colorful, and it was moving to the north. I thought that some of the other people would be on the train. The hill to the east ran quite a way to the north, along the edge of the town. As we drove, i could see the train periodically through the buildings. “Uh oh”, i said as i watched the train pull ahead of us a little. The man driving asked me what was wrong. I told him that we might have to wait for the train ahead. I told him that the train would cross the road ahead of us. I pictured the where there were more trees around the road. I knew that it was just north of town. The train would cross the road, and we would have to wait for it to pass if it got there before us. We continued to drive, and i watched the train move. It was now to the northeast of us, moving along the hill but still staying parallel to the road that we were on. From time to time, i thought that we were gaining on the train, but then i could see it ahead of us. It passed behind some buildings, and i looked to the north, to the road ahead of us. The small city now seemed to have larger buildings in in. We seemed to be passing through a factory area of the town. I could still hear the whistle of the train. I looked again to the east, but the train now seemed to be heading to the northeast. I knew that the tracks would simply curve around the center of the city and then head back across the road that we were on. Looking back to the north, i could see that we were crossing a large intersection. This seemed to be the downtown area of the city. As we crossed the center of the intersection, i looked to the east again. The train now seemed to be quite far away. The buildings in the distance seemed tan, and the railroad tracks seemed about a kilometer away. I still thought that the tracks would curve back to the northwest to cross the road that we were on. I pictured the road in my head again, seeing the area of the road where the thick green trees stood on the eastern side of the road. I heard the whistle blow again, and it still seemed very loud, as though the train were close to us. I thought that it must be echoing off of the buildings around us, making it seem closer than it was. As we passed the intersection, i noticed the large gray stadium to the west of the road. It sat in the southwestern corner of a large field, which i thought was the playing field to a college. A large dark-red or brown building was to the east of the street. I thought that the sound might have echoed off of the curved seating area on the western side of the stadium. I looked back to the north. He had passed over a rise, and the land to the north was now visible. The land was very open, and it looked like a dry rolling valley. Small hills and escarpments rose here and there, and the ground seemed to be covered with a silicate tan soil. The road rose a little as it ran over a small rise to the west of a low escarpment, heading northwest. It then seemed to cure back to the northeast and then to the north. I felt confused, thinking that this did not look like the area where the train crossing would be. I remembered a different scene. I then wondered if i had misremembered the crossing. I knew that it was in a forested area with small houses around it. This area seemed too different. As we came to the northern side of the rise, we were driving on the flat tan ground. We did not seem to be following a road. We started down the slope, and i told the man that this area was very dry now. He asked about it, and i told him that it was not normally this dry. I looked to the northwest, seeing the tan packed dirt of the ground to the southeast of an intersection. A car was parked to the south of the east-to-west road. The dark-red car was facing south, and a boy was walking around the eastern side of it. A few other cars seemed to be parked to the west, between the first car and the main north-to-south road. A low building was to the north of us, just across the road. I pointed out the large field area to the northwest, saying that this area was normally covered with grass. I remembered the grass on that part of the field being lush and dark green. We came down the hill and stopped on the southern side of the road. The building to the north of us seemed like an old diner, with a wide flat roof. I said something to the man as we stood in the southern part of the diner. The room was mostly white, and some people were sitting at small cafe tables here and there. A queue seemed to be forming along the western wall to the northwest of me. The man walked to the north to get something, and i sat down in a chair, which did not seem to be near a table. The chair was facing northwest, but i faced south as i sat in it. Two women then walked from the south to the east of me. I turned to see a table just to the east of me. The woman sat at the table, with one on the southern side and one to the north. I realized that they had taken the chair that the man would be sitting in. I stood up, thinking that i could move to another table. The woman on the southern side of the table told me that i did not have to leave. I mentioned that my friend would be coming, and i said i could just move to one of the smaller tables to the south. A few small tables seemed to be against the southern wall, just to the east of the entrance. The woman seemed insulted, and she said that they could just move. She and her friend moved to chairs at the eastern end of the table, leaving the western end open for us. They seemed upset that i had said that i would move. I still wanted to move, so i headed for a small round white table that was against the southern wall. I still had the papers that the man had handed me in my hand. They were folder in thirds and seemed to be three or four sheets. I knew that they had old letters or something else from the man. I stood by the table, looking at the xerographed letters on the white paper. I did not really want to read them right now, thinking that they were somewhat personal. I folded them back up and put them into the left inner pocket of my denim jacket. $A682 then came into the cafe to the southwest of me. He moved to me and handed me a few folded letters. He had come in with a few of his friends, and he seemed impartial to me. We greeted each other, and then he turned to the west and headed to the queue, which was now a cluster of people against the western wall of the room. I looked at the three or four pages that he had handed me. They were folded in half, and they were also xerographs of handwritten letters. I felt annoyed that he had given them to me. I folded them back up and started to put them in the right inside pocket of my jacket. I then moved to the south, heading back to the table. I sat down on the northwestern side of the table, facing south, and the man with me was sitting on the eastern side of the table. I spoke to the man for a moment, and then i noticed the stack of letters that $A682 had given me. They were sitting on the table to the east of me. I felt annoyed by them. I picked them up and started to flip through them. The stack was now a short stack of envelopes with a band holding them together at the center. They also seemed to have a clear plastic bag around them. I looked at the names on the letters, and i noticed that the first name was $A558’s. I flipped through a few of the envelopes, noticing that $A558’s name was on the first two, but other names were on the lower envelopes. It seemed that none of the names were mine, and i wondered why $A682 had given me the envelopes. I felt annoyed with him for doing so. I stood up and turned to the west. $A682 was now near the western wall of the room, to the west of the queue. He seemed to be facing the people in the queue, as though serving them. He looked up at me, and i lifted the stack of envelopes in my left hand, shrugging to ask him why he had given them to me. He said they were donations from the people who filled out the forms that we had set up. I vaguely remembered the forms, and i looked down at the envelopes. I felt angry with $A682. I walked to the north, where he was now behind a counter, serving the people in the queue. I put the envelopes on the counter, saying that i could do nothing with them. I thought that $A682 should handle the issue and not push it off on me. I told him that i did not have any contact for the people and that $A682 should take care of the envelopes. I then thought that i was friends with $A558 on Facebook, even though i had not spoken to him in a very long time. I turned back to the south and headed for my table. $A682 objected. I then stopped, realizing that the envelopes were donations and might contain money. I turned back and asked if the envelopes had money in them. I felt upset with $A682, and i was not sure what to do. I considered holding on to the envelopes so that the money did not get lost, but i felt too angry. I again turned back to the south and walked away. I was upset that $A682 had tried to push the problem back on me, and i did not want to interact with him.

I stood in the yard, talking to $F71. The sound of a barking dog came from the east, and i turned to look at the sound. Something seemed strange about the barking. I thought that it was too high for the dog that i was familiar with. A brown dog jumped to the southwest and rolled down a short hill in the lawn. The hill was about a third of a meter tall, descending from the slightly higher part of the lawn to the east. The dog stopped at the bottom of the hill and faced north. It looked like some kind of terrier. It was thin, with skinny back legs, and it had lighter brown patches over its shoulder muscles. The dog stood alert, looking at the larger black dog to the north of it. The larger dog seemed to be a black Labrador retriever. I had been familiar with the Labrador, so i expected to hear it barking. I told $F71 that i had not expected to hear the brown dog barking, saying that it must have made the yapping bark that i had heard.

The others mentioned the building as we moved to the southeast, through it. We crossed a room that seemed like a living room. My parents were following me as we reached the southeastern end of the room. The ceiling and floor of the room seemed to be made of wood. The darker lines between the boards accentuated the thin boards of wood. The wood seemed worn, and the finish was dull. This house seemed old, but it was still in good shape. My father asked a question about the house and then pointed out something about it. I thought that the house was very nice, and it seemed familiar. As we came to the southeast of the house, i turned back to look at the front of the house. The house had an old style to it. The outside was covered with wood siding that was very thin. A wide veranda was set into the center of the house. Thick square columns ran from the short wall at the front of the veranda to the second story of the house, which seemed to overhang the veranda. A semicircular area above the opening to the porch was covered with thin wood siding. The siding in this section was much thinner than the wood on the rest of the house, and it was painted yellow. The yellow had faded with age, though, and the paint was chipping. Much of the house seemed white, but the bottom and pieces on the sides were painted dark-green. The peaked roof rose from the sides, but the front peak had a section that sloped down to the southeast. This house was very familiar, and i realized that i had seen it before. As we moved away from the porch, i noticed a crest or insignia in the center of the semicircular area. It had an inverted crescent moon with a green shield or crest behind it. It seemed like a fraternal logo, and i remembered that this house used to belong to a fraternity. My mother mentioned how nice the house was, and i told my parents that it as nicer than before. I said that i had seen this house before, saying that it belonged to one the clients of my work. I tried to remember the name of the fraternity. Looking back at the house, the front wall seemed open at the back of the recess to the porch. I could see into the living room, which had the this worn wood on the walls and ceiling. A dark-skinned woman with long dark hair was facing north, talking to someone. Children moved around her, and i knew that they were the new owners of this house. The fraternity had been closed, and the house was sold to others. I looked up at the crest with the moon on it. I told my mother that this house used to belong to a fraternity, and i said that i thought that it was Lambda Chi Alpha. I was not sure if that was correct, but the crest seemed correct. We were now in a car, and i looked at one of the columns at the front of the porch. The sign had large letters on the top, but it seemed to say Phi Delta Theta. I started to mention this name to my mother, but i realized that the letters did not look right. The words i had thought it said were not on the sign anymore. I felt a little confused as i stared at the top line of the sign, which was in bigger serif type than the rest. The serifs had rounded tails. The word “Alpha” seemed to appear on the sign, but i was having a hard time reading. I realized that we were moving to the northwest, past the sign. My father had been backing the car up so that we could look more closely at the sign. I worried that he might run into part of the house, and i started to warn him. I then realized that we were heading into an opening that was to the northeast of the porch. The house seemed to have two garage openings on the northeastern side, and we were passing into the southwestern one. It was suddenly dark all around us. This seemed strange, and i wondered if we had been trapped here. I then imagined being trapped in the trunk of the car. I would have to open the trunk to peak out. Something seemed strange about this story, and i felt nervous about how it would turn out.

12023 November 13

I was sitting on the northern side of the small table, at the eastern end. I was talking to the person to the west of me, and i felt uncomfortable. My stomach was bothering me, and i farted. I continued talking to the man to the west of me, but i could smell the fart. The man seemed to react as well, and i apologized for farting. I said that my stomach had been bothering me. I then looked at some of the other people at the table. Two young women were sitting to the south and southeast of me. The woman at the eastern end of the table seemed like $K19. She did not seem to react, but the younger woman, who seemed to be in her late teens, covered her nose and leaned back. The younger woman was sitting to the south of me, across the table. She had long blond hair. I felt embarrassed that my stomach had been bothering me, and i tried not to fart while in the room.

I watched the person to the south of me walk to the east, passing through the door in the glass wall, which was just to the east of me. I was talking to $F67, who was standing to the southwest of me. She mentioned the buttons that had to be pressed to get through the doors in this place. I looked at the door to the south of us. We seemed to be in Mudd Hall, and the wall just to the east of us was a glass wall. A glass door was in the center of it. We seemed to be on an upper floor of the building. The room to the east of us seemed to be an atrium. As i mentioned the door buttons, a man came from the west and stopped in front of the door to the south of us. I mentioned to $F67 that the buttons were probably a security measure, though they did not seem to require a combination. A small black panel was to the north of the door to the south of us, and the man pressed a large round gray button in the center of the panel. He then pushed the door open and walked through. I turned back to $F67 and continued talking to her. She said that she had to interview a woman to the southwest. I looked to the southwest. We were standing on a landing that ran along the eastern side of a square atrium of the building. The walls to the north and west of the atrium seemed to be outside walls, and they seemed to be made of glass panes. The landing that we were on seemed to be surfaced with a dark fake-marble flooring. It continued along the southern side of the atrium. To the west of us, a set of stairs descended along the northern wall, descending to the west. $F67 commented on the woman to the southwest that she was supposed to interview. I looked across the atrium at the light-blue southern wall. Several doors were in the southern wall off of the landing, but a corridor seemed to run to the south or west from the western end of the landing. I thought that the woman was in one of the offices down the corridor. $F67 said that she was not as interested in interviewing the woman, because the woman was very “conservative”. I joked with her about the woman. $F67 then started to the west, walking down the stairs. I turned to follow her. $F67 was moving down the stairs slowly, and she was sitting back on the stairs, slowly sliding from one step to the next. I followed her, moving slowly in the same manner, trying not to rush her. I realized that she was moving close to the northern wall as she descended the stairs. I then noticed that the southern side of the steps was open to the atrium. We seemed to be several floors up, so the drop-off to the south was very high. I thought that $F67 was worried about falling off of the steps. As we descended, i became aware of some people coming down the steps behind us. I glanced to the south, noticing two people behind me. They seemed older, and the man was standing just behind me. The woman stood a few steps up and to the southeast of him. He seemed annoyed that we were moving so slowly. I apologized and tried to move more quickly. The man seemed to have a black fedora and a tan trench coat. I looked back to the west as i followed $F67. The man then started passing us on the south, and the woman followed him closely. I thought that they might be in a hurry, and they walked by us. Both of them seemed to be wearing black trousers. The man said something as he passed. The statement seemed strange. They had both stopped and turned to the south. They then jumped up into the air, and with their heads flipping forward, they dove over the edge and disappeared. I listened for them for a moment, surprised at what they had done. I thought that i should have heard them hit the floor at the bottom of the atrium, but i did not hear anything. I felt nervous and upset, thinking that the couple had killed themselves. $F67 was visibly upset as well. I started crawling toward the edge to look over. I could see some of the black ledges of the other landings on the southern and western walls. I knew that the atrium had three or four levels below where we were, so the main floor was quite a way down. I felt nervous as i moved to the edge to peer over.

12023 November 16

I stood to the south of the small desk in the room that seemed like a classroom. I was talking to the teacher, who was to the north of me. I had a backpack that was resting on the desk, to the northeast of me. The teacher asked me about something, and i told him about the book. I was planning to read the small paperback book as part of the class. The teacher had to approve the book, and i hoped that he did. I said that i had not read the book since seventh grade, and i wanted to read it again. The teacher nodded in consideration. He seemed to be $A40. We both stood up, and the teacher started to the west. He then asked about something. I turned to the northeast, saying that i had the check in my backpack. The backpack was on the table, and i could see a gray hardcover book standing in the center of it. The book seemed to have a maroon dust jacket over it. I pulled up the book and pulled out two pieces of paper from the front. The two pieces of paper were heavy, and they seemed to be the same maroon as the cover of the book. I took the smaller piece of paper, which was on the southern side of the book, and dropped the second piece back into the backpack. I headed to the west to hand the check to the teacher. I then stepped back to the table and looked at the things in my backpack. I thought that i would have to go to lunch with the other students, who now seemed to be around the room. I turned to the south, saying something to one of them. I then thought that i did not bring my lunch with me to school. I had left it at home. I felt annoyed, but i decided that i could go to a nearby store and buy some lunch. I felt a little upset about forgetting my lunch. I moved a little to the north.

I was riding to the west on the rural road. I was sitting in a chair, which seemed to be an office chair. It seemed strange that i was rolling down the road, but i was moving quite fast, and i thought tat i could go around fourty to fifty-five miles per hour. I was keeping up with the car that was in front of me. I wondered how far i could travel on the chair. I thought that the wheels were not designed for such a long trip, and they were not designed for such fast speed. I then wondered if the wheels would be able to travel far at such a high speed. I thought that it would not be good if one of the wheels broke at high speed. The road ahead of me dipped into a shallow valley, seemingly crossing a creek in the center. I noticed the vertical metal embankment wall that stuck up about a half meter above the level of the road, on the northern side of the road. I imagined what it would be like to crash into the wall at high speed if the chair broke. I passed the embankment and came to a corner. I was traveling a long distance, and it seemed that i was heading to a city. I worried about traveling so far in the chair. The road curved to the south, and the land to the west was covered with thin tall trees, which did not have any leafs. The ground was very pale. I wondered again how safe it was to travel in the chair. I started to worry that it was not that safe at all, but i felt as though i had to get somewhere. It seemed as though i did not have much choice in my method of travel. I headed east, across the hotel room, which seemed to be on the southern side of the large hotel building. I seemed to be in the city. I had to do something here, but i thought that i would need to get something. A bed was on the northern wall of the room, and i moved to the eastern side of it. A small end table was to the north of me, with a telephone on it. I had dialed the telephone, and i seemed to be waiting for the front desk to answer. The telephone was pale-yellow, and its face was rectangular. It had several round lights on it, but none seemed to be lighted. It seemed that i needed something, and i moved to the east, thinking about it. As i moved, i knocked something off of the table. I felt a little uncomfortable, thinking about something that i needed. The object that fell bounced off the carpet and rolled to the east. I walked to pick it up. The exit door to the room seemed to be to the north of me, just to the east of the end table. I passed the door and looked at the object on the ground. A small compartment was set into the northeastern corner of the room. It was black and seemed to open to the south. It seemed like a small closet. On the ground to the south of it were several things, which seemed to be scattered as though dumped. A small table was against the eastern wall, about a meter to the south of the inset compartment. A gray plastic object leaned up against the northern side of the table. It seemed like an electronic musical keyboard. The other things on the ground around it seemed to be electronic devices as well. I bent over to pick up the small gray box that i had dropped. It seemed to be a plastic gray case with a shiny black part sticking out of one side. The shiny part was about three-quarters the size of the main gray piece. I thought that it had something to do with the telephone that i had been talking on. I would have to put it back together with the box on the table to the northwest of me. I then noticed another small electronic device on the floor. It was similar in shape to the one i had picked up and was now holding in my hands. I thought that the people here before must have discarded their electronic devices here. I felt a little annoyed with them, thinking that i did not want to have to clean up after them. I noticed an old gaming console to the north of the small gray object. Several other electronic devices were stacked up around the gaming console. I again thought that i did not want to pick up after the family that had been here. I turned to the north, moving toward the exit door. I thought that i would need to get lunch, but i had not brought any with me. I thought that i would have to buy some. I felt the legs of my pants as i started out the door, suddenly realizing that there was nothing in my pockets. I seemed to be wearing a pair of green dress pants. I felt upset, thinking that i had left my wallet at home. It was a long way to get back home, and i had come here on the chair, so i would have to walk all the way back. I despaired having to walk all the way back to my house. I turned back to the south. I would not be able to do what i needed to do here. I must have left home on the chair before i got my wallet. I hesitated in the room, not sure what to do. I did not want to have to go all the way back, but i did not have any money with me, so i could not do anything in the city. I could not even get a ride back without money. I then thought about getting gas. I suddenly remembered that i had stopped for gas on my way to the city. I remembered stopping at a station just after the curve in the forested rural area. I must have had my credit card at that time to get the gas, so i had not left my wallet at home. I wondered where it could be. I paced around the room, thinking that i would look for it. I thought that it had to be somewhere. I did not remember what i did with it at the station, but it seemed as though i would not have left it somewhere there. I looked out the large window that was in the center of the southern wall. A pair of thin curtains was drawn across the window, but i could see pedestrians walking back and forth on the sidewalk outside. Everything in the city seemed gray. This seemed like New York City. I turned to the north and headed out of the room, but i stopped again, realizing again that i did not have my wallet. I felt upset, and i realized that there was nothing i could do in the city. I was to the east of the building now, on the sidewalk on the western side of a superurban street. I felt distraught. I could not go anywhere here. I would have to walk all the way back home. I turned back to the south, watching the people on the street. Just as i turned, i noticed two men turning to the west and entering the hotel. For a moment, i thought that they had entered the hotel room that i had been in, but this did not seem right. I felt concerned, and i headed back to the south. I reentered the hotel room. I was still not sure what to do about my wallet. I knew that i had to go back, but i did not want to. There did not seem to be any other option. I would not be able to stay here with no money. I then thought that this was a dream, so i could simply change the circumstance. I would have to change the story. I focused on being back home, before i had left. I was glad to realize that i was waking up in bed.

12023 November 18

I moved roughly to the south, through the crowd of people. I had been talking to my mother on the northern side of the large event, but she had wanted to stay near the car, and i wanted to wander through the crowd. This place seemed different than where we were from. I came to the southern side of the area, and i turned to the west, heading across a street and into a building. The area seemed like the back entrance of Barton Hall. I had walked out of the normal place that people gathered, and i thought that i was walking near people who were the performers at this event. I passed someone, and a person who was walking with me greeted them and said something. I said hello, but i continued to the west. I stopped just inside the building. The doorway i walked through was in the southern end of the eastern side of the entryway, which was a small rectangular room. It had a cement floor and cinder-block walls. It seemed like an old building. A man was coming from the north, and i greeted him. He seemed familiar, and i realized that he was one of the performers. I was back in time now, and the performers were not yet famous and popular. The man seemed very popular in underground music, and i stopped to chat for a moment as he passed. He had been walking with someone, but the other person continued to the exit door to the southeast. The man stopped to the east of me. He was wearing a denim jacket. I said “Wow, you look so much different.” The man seemed confused. I knew that i was back in time, and i was looking at a younger person: “You’re face is not as round as it was.” I then realized that the man did not know that i was from a future time. He stared at me for a moment, not sure what to say. He had a somewhat rectangular face with bright curly blond hair. He was smiling at me: “Well, when i was a baby.” I had been thinking of when he was older and had gained more weight. I said something else to him, and then started walking to the northwest, toward the corridor into the building. I wanted to let him know that i was from the future, but i knew that i should not tell him. Just before he turned to go, i called to him: “Oh, and when you see the guy in the red shirt, watch out for the bottle.” I was thinking of an event where a man in the crowd would throw a bottle at him. I was not sure if this was the correct event, though. He seemed confused, but i turned to the west and headed into the hallway. Several other people passed me, and i thought that they were part of bands as well. I decided that i should get back to my mother. I new that she was in the car to the northeast of me. I thought that i could just head to the northeast, across the small city. I pushed open a door in the northern wall of the building. I could see out over the city, and i could see the stadium to the northeast. I thought that my mother was parked on a street to the east of the stadium, though she seemed to be more to the north of me than the stadium. I pictured the car facing south, on the western side of a street. I thought that i would just have to walk to the northeast to get to her, but i realized that a railing ran across the northern side of a walkway that i had stepped out of the building and onto. The ground to the north of the railing was lower. This area seemed to be cordoned off, and i realized that i must have ended up in a backstage area of the venue. I wondered how i had gotten behind the public area. I looked to the west, seeing that the walkway curved a little to the northwest. A cafe was in the side of the building on the southern side of the walkway, about seventy meters to the west of me. Several people were sitting at tables at the cafe. I barrier was set up just to the east of the tables, blocking off the area that i was in. I wondered how i would get out of the secure area. I turned to the east and headed down the walkway. A high roof extended over the walkway. It seemed to be supported my thin metal poles. I knew that the main crowd was in this direction, and i thought that i would have to head to the northeast from the walkway to get around the stadium. I had to head toward the stadium to get to the car. The sky to the north was very bright, and it seemed to be sunny, with the sun to the south-southeast. I thought that i should call my mother to let her know that i was on my way. I took my cell phone out of my left pocket, but i remembered that i was back in time. I knew that the cell phone would not work, because there was no cell service. I looked at the screen of the phone. I decided that i should turn off the cell connection to save some of the battery on the phone. I then wondered if the people around me would think it strange that i was holding something to my left ear and talking to it. I put the cell phone back in my pocket and continued to the east. The corridor now seemed to be enclosed, and it was darker here. A woman was sitting in a tall chair on the northern side of the corridor as i put the phone away. I heard some music coming from the east. I quickly recognized the song, and i realized that the group singing it was Fleetwood Mac. I said their name excitedly, and i hurried to the east to see them. The song seemed like “Rhianna”. I knew that they had not yet become popular, so i would be seeing a very early version of the group. I could hear the crowd cheering for them, though. The area where the crowd was seemed dark, and bright lights shined in my direction from around the sides of the crowd. The stage seemed to be between me and the audience, and it was lower than i was. As i approached the edge of the corridor, i realized that i could look down at the stage. I could not see the people, but i could see the drum set in the light. The stage was only a few meters lower than where i was. A counter or set of cabinets ran along the ledge that i was standing on, separating me from the edge. I suddenly realized that i was in view of the audience and in the lights. I stopped and ducked down behind the cabinets, which seemed to be covered with white rubber. They seemed to be part of the electronic equipment from the band. I landed with my head to the southeast, near the southern set of cabinets. I had to get out of the way of the lights so that the audience could not see me. I laughed at the situation, thinking what i should do next.

I moved to the west with the others, sitting in the small area. We had just finished an event, and i felt tired. I thought that we had just come from a running event. I leaned back against the low wall of the small area, which seemed like a cargo trailer. Some people were sitting to the west of me, and i was facing north, in the northeastern corner of the open trailer. Someone moved around to the north of the trailer, trying to get the others settled. I was sitting close to the people in the trailer, and i could feel the warmth of their bodies. It felt soothing. A man was lying on the ground to the north of me, with his legs to the northwest. He seemed to have his upper torso resting on something on the ground. I thought that the trailer would bring us back to the place where we had gathered for the event. I felt a little stiff, so i stretched my legs to the northwest as well. As i did, i felt someone put their hands around my feet. I could not see who was there, but i realized that the man who was lying down had put his feet around mine. He must have thought that i was someone else. I sat up, looking down the main aisle of the bus that we were on. The bus was traveling to the west on the road, which seemed to be along the southeastern side of the campus. I thought about where we were heading as the bus turned to the north. It drove up a short road, and i could see that the road ended about a hundred meters ahead of us. We were not heading in the correct direction to get back, but i knew that the bus would have to take an indirect route to get to where we needed to go. I then noticed $A499 standing at the intersection ahead of us, on the eastern side. I thought that he was waiting for the bus that we were on. I was still sitting in the floor, with my knees to my chest. A tall seat was to the east of me, and another person was sitting on the floor to the west of me. As $A499 got on the bus, i could not quite see him. He seemed obscured by something near my face, like the hoof of my sweatshirt. I looked up at him, smiling, hoping that he would notice who i was. He smiled to the others and then moved to the east, into the seat just to the northeast of me. He did not seem to notice me on the floor. I felt a little disappointed that he did not notice me. I leaned forward a little to see him, but i could not see around the chair. I noticed that he had rested his arm on the back of the seat, so him left hand was just above me. I reached up and touched the side of his hand, trying to get his attention. I then moved to the north, trying to see around the edge of the seat. When i looked to the east, into the seat, i saw a woman sitting in the chair. I was surprised, and i apologized for touching her. I said that i had thought that she was someone else. I sat back a little, feeling confused. I then looked to the west. The man was still sitting just to the southwest of me, but i noticed $A499 sitting just to the west of him. He must have moved to the seat to the west when i was not looking. I told the woman in the seat that the person i was looking for was to the west, and i pointed toward him with my right hand across my chest. The woman disagreed with me. Confused, i looked at the man to the west of me who i thought was $A499. The man who i thought was $A499 smiled and shook his head. He had long blond hair that came down around the sides of his face. He had a narrow face with high cheek bones. He was not $A499. He did not look at me, looking to the north, but smiled and shook his head to let me know that i was still wrong. I wondered where $A499 had gone. I then wondered if i had been mistaken when i saw him come on the bus. I moved to the west, crossing to the north of the other two. We were now in a small grassy yard, which was to the north of the house. Others were gathered here, and they seemed to be runners. I had just finished a run with these people, though i felt that i was not a regular member of their group. I chatted with two of the people, who were standing to the west and southwest of me. It seemed nice to be here, but i felt a little out of place. I was aware that i was not really part of this group. They seemed to have a familiarity with one another, and i was just visiting after the event. The man to the west of he said something. He was shorter than i, and his body faced north as he spoke to me, turning his head to look at me. He seemed slightly pudgy, and he was wearing a dark-gray T-shirt that had a blue tint. The man seemed to be ready to walk to the north, and it seemed that he was trying to end the conversation so that he could go. He held a cup in his right hand, and i noticed that he seemed to have nice biceps. I then thought that the man seemed familiar. He had a round face and flat brown hair. I wondered if he had run with $G4 previously. I might have known him from that group. The woman to the south of him said something to him. The two of them then walked to the northwest. I walked with them, following the conversation, thought i was not quite sure what to say. The two stopped near the northern end edge of the back yard and started talking to each other. I wanted to say something, but i suddenly felt out of place in the conversation. I thought it would be impolite to simply walk away, though, so i just stood back a little from them. I then noticed that the man had a large bump over his throat. The woman moved in front of him, blocking my view for a moment. I shifted a little to try to get a better view of the large lump. The woman moved a little to the north, and i could see the lump more clearly. The man was facing northeast as he talked to the woman. The lump on his throat was cylindrical. It was about a deci in diameter and about a deci long. The top was slightly conical, with a rounded button-shaped cap. It looked as though the man had some device inserted under his skin, and the skin was stretched over it, showing the ridge details of the button-like top. It seemed rather strange. I started to feel awkward outside the conversation, though. I hesitated for a moment, not quite sure what to do. I then decided to leave. I headed to the south, feeling out of place. I thought that it was time for me to leave the party, so i continued to the south, heading through the house and coming to the front yard. The street to the south of the house sloped down slightly to the east. The land seemed to slope upward on both the north and south of the road, but the slope to the south was very slight. We seemed to be in a neighborhood with houses from the fifties or sixties. I thought that i had parked across the street, in a parking lot that was behind an apartment house or commercial building. I headed for the parking lot, but came out on a street. I realized that i must have walked past the parking lot. I was on a street that ran north to south, and a side street ran west from an intersection that was just to the south of me. I looked to the east, seeing a small building that seemed to be a convenience store. It had a parking lot to the south and east of it, and a tall chain-link fence with white blinders ran around the outside of the lot. I turned back to the west, trying to see if i could see the lot that i had parked in. I pictured it as an asphalt surface to the southwest of a building. I thought that a driveway ran along the western side of the building to the western side of the lot. To the west of me, i could see houses on the side of the street, but none seemed like the house with the lot. I felt confused. I moved around, not sure where i should go. I was on the eastern side of the street now, and the land to the west of the street seemed to slope steeply upward. A street ran to the west from an intersection just to the northwest of me. I said to no one that this was the street that the reception had been on. I thought that i could walk back up that street to get to the house where i had been with the others and then try to head south again to get to the lot. Something did not make sense, though. I looked around, trying to figure out where i was. Nothing around me looked familiar. I looked at the convenience store to the southeast of me again. It seemed to have a red stripe near the top of the plain square building, with a white strip at the bottom of the flat roof. I looked to the east, seeing a neighborhood that did not seem familiar. A street seemed to run to the east from just to the south of me. The land to the east of me now seemed to be a wide grassy lot with thick trees shading it. A road ran to the east from just to the north of me, and i could see it curving to the east-southeast around the northern face of a rounded hill. The land around me now seemed to be full of rounded hills, and the old neighborhood filled them. The hill to the east was covered with grass around the road, but a tree line started about ten meters up the hill. To the north of the hill was a valley, with a rounded hill rising to the northeast, about half a kilometer away. I started to feel lost, and i thought that i should head back the way i had come, but i was not sure where to go. Something seemed to be clouding my thinking. I started to feel concerned, and i focused my attention on the area, searching for details that seemed familiar. The red building that seemed like a convenience store was still to the east of me, and i thought that it was at the back of the property that i was looking for. I thought about walking through the lot of the convenience store, but i could see that i would not be able to get through the fence around the lot. I then felt confused again, not sure which street the house that i was looking for was on. I thought that the street should run to the west from an intersection to the southwest of me. I should only be on the others side of the block from the driveway that i had entered to get to the lot. This did not seem right, though. I seemed to be farther away than i should have been. I looked at the convenience store again, trying to focus on where the parking lot was that had my car in it. Looking to the north, i again thought that the area looked familiar. The valley to the north seemed filled with a populated part of the town. The road to the north curved to the northeast. A red metal railing ran along the northern side of the road, separating it from the steep slope to the north of the road. The road seemed to descend to the southeast, and i could only see part of it. Trees to the east of the intersection only allowed me to see about ten meters of the road. Another road ran off to the northwest, and thick trees shaded it. To the northwest, i could see a road heading up the hill to the north. I could see the road across an open grassy park that was under the shade of the trees. The slope of the hill to the west of the road that ran up the hill was covered with cut grass. The slope looked like Libe Slope. I recognized this area, and i thought that we had come near this area on our run. The road just to the north of me ran mostly west, and i could see another road running to the southwest from an intersection about fifty meters to the west. I thought that the road to the southwest was the road that ran through the park. I remembered running along the southern side of the park during our run earlier in the day. The park had been at the beginning of the run. I thought that we had come up the hill to the south of me, and i pictured the east-to-west road that was on the southern side of the park. I thought that i could head to the southwest on the other street and get back to the house where the party had been. I headed to the west, following a sidewalk that curved to the southwest and then ran along the eastern side of the street. I thought that if i got back to the southern side of the park, where we had been this morning, i would recognize some of the houses and streets around it. I ran to the south, following the sidewalk down the hill as it ran southwest and started curving to the west-southwest. To the south of me, i could see the east-to-west street that we had been on before. It ran along the top of a steep hill, that was about five meters high. The road to the southwest seemed to run along the bottom of the slope, and houses were on the top of the slope along the southern side of the street. To the south of me, the road at the top of the hill was closer to the sidewalk i was on. A set of stairs ran back and forth on the hill. As i approached the stairs, i noticed a tall thin man and a shorter woman jog past on the upper read, heading east. A house was at the top of the hill, just to the south of me. The house was brown and had only one level. It had a low peaked roof that overhung the sides of the house. Short cement retaining walls bordered the short stretch of sidewalk that ran to the south, into the base of the hill. The land to the east of me was grassy, and the grass ran up the slope to the upper sidewalk. Trees ran along the eastern side of the grass. I turned to the east and started up the stairs that ascended he hill. Thin round metal railings were on the tops of the short cement walls that bordered the stairs. As i reached the top of the first flight and turned to the south to start up the second, i noticed that the second flight ended at a metal gate. The iron gate was closed over the top of the stairs. The cement platform on the other side seemed to be aligned with the top of the gate, and i could see that the metal fence of vertical iron rods along the top was open to the sidewalk, to the southeast. The metal fence at the top was about two-thirds of a meter tall, with a rounded bar across the top. The gate was similar in style, and a tall metal fence ran to the east of the stairs near the top. I grabbed the metal fence to the east of me and started climbing over the gate. I had to get to the sidewalk above. I then realized that the gate might have been closed to prevent people from climbing up the stairs. I thought that a short set of stairs must be just on the other side of the gate to lead up to the cement platform at the top of the hill. I struggled to pull myself up, so i maneuvered so that i was facing north and pushing myself up from the top of the fence so that i could sit at the top of the gate. I then realized that this gate and stairs might belong to the house that was just to the west of me. As i sat on the cement platform at the top, i realized that i might be on private property, and i wondered what i should do. I had to get to the street at the top. I then heard a sound to the west of me, and i thought that someone from the house must have been on the deck that was to the south of the house. The deck seemed to be level with the cement block that the low fence was around. I thought that the gate must have been closed to prevent people from climbing up the stairs between the two sidewalks. It seemed dark out now, and i could not see anyone to the west of me, but i thought that the man from the house must have been outside. He had seen me climbing. I was not sure what to do. I called out to the man to the west of me, aware that i did not know him. I called “Mr. Amish?” I knew that i did not actually know the man’s name, but i thought that it might make it seem as though i thought i knew someone here. No one responded. The gate in the low fence that led to the sidewalk of the upper street was just to the southeast of me, but i sat for a moment on the northern edge, over the gate. I looked to the west, trying to see the owner of the house in the dark, but i could not see anyone.

I in the corridor of the modern building. The corridor ran east to west, and i seemed to be closer to the western end. I thought that i had to go somewhere to get to an event. I said something to someone who was to the southwest of me. She seemed to be heading west to leave. The western wall and the wall to the south of me seemed to be glass. I looked to the northeast, at the white wall in the dimly lighted corridor. I felt sleepy, and i thought about where i had to go. I had been sleeping in the corridor, on a mattress that was on the northern side. I still felt groggy. I looked at my phone, noticing that it was 4:00 pm. That seemed late. I felt confused. It should not have been that late. I realized that i was supposed to go to an event that occurred at noon, and i realized that i had missed the event. I had not really wanted to go to the event, but i felt disappointed that i had missed it. I continued walking to the east, feeling dazed. I thought that it should have been 4:00 am. That would have given me enough time to get to the event.

12023 November 19

I tried to focus on the several lines of type that were on the sheets of white paper that i was holding to the north of me. I felt confused and tried to figure out what the lines meant. The paper was mostly empty, and it seemed to be divided in four sections. The lines of type ran horizontally across the center of each section. I thought that the lines had something to do with charges. The others would have to pay the charges, but something seemed wrong. I thought that the others might have paid the charges directly, before they got the papers. I was supposed to collect the charges from the others. I thought that, if the others had tried to pay directly, their payments should not have gone through, because i would have already paid the charges. This did not makes sense, though. I thought that maybe the line of text had to do with the charge. I could not quite figure out how the charges worked, though. I looked at the papers again. I then looked around. Others were standing around me in the small parking lot, which was to the north of the building. They were from $G4, and they started to leave to the northwest and west. The parking lot was narrow north to south, but it ran quite a way to the west. The building to the south of us seemed like a mall. As the others ran along the northern side of the lot, they followed the fence as the edge curved along the northwester side. I called to them as the stared to the south, saying that they had to remember to pay their $G4 cash. A tower of rock was in the middle of the lot, standing about four meters tall. It seemed like sedimentary rock, and it seemed roughly round, with a diameter of about three or four meters. The runners continued running, passing behind the rock, to the northwest of the rock. I felt concerned about getting the payments from the others, and i wondered what i should do.

$F71 was on the telephone to the north of me. He had asked me something, and i walked to the north, passing to the west of him. I tried to tell him something, but he was still talking to the person on the cell phone and not listening to me. I felt annoyed with him. I tried to tell him the same thing again. This time, he mentioned the message to the person on the telephone. He did not seem to understand what i was trying to tell him, and i felt annoyed with him. I tried to explain, feeling aggravated. He listened to me for a moment, and then told the person on the telephone part of what i had said. He only mentioned a few words. I shook my head, saying that what he said was not right. I moved to the north of him, saying that he should hang up so that he could hear me. Without saying anything else, he hung up the telephone. I had not expected him to simply hang up the telephone without saying goodbye to the person he was talking to. I realized that the person would now worry about what happened to $F71. I felt more annoyed with him, and i felt tense, too angry to say anything. The telephone then rang. I thought that it was the person calling back. I did not want to deal with $F71 anymore, so i started to walk away.

12023 November 20

The young woman sat in the old wooden chair to the west of me. The chair was facing north, and she sad with her right arm resting on the back of the chair. Her left leg was to the north of her, and her right ankle was resting on the top of her left knee. She wore a summer dress that had a rippled look. We seemed to be in a room, but it was sunny, and we were on grass, just to the north of a structure. The woman held a cigarette in her right hand, and i focused on the burning cigarette, thinking that we were too young to be smoking cigarettes. I thought that i should tell the woman about the cigarette, but an older woman came from the north. She started talking to us, and she seemed to be annoying. The young woman did not want to speak to her either. We moved to the north, leaving the area. The young woman stopped to the east of a tree that seemed to be on the northern side of the area. The tree was old and wide, and it had a cavity in the eastern side of it. The young woman searched into the cavity and grabbed the small bush that seemed to be growing in the center of the old tree. She pulled up on the southeastern side of the bush, but the bush did not pull from the tree. Something seemed wrong about this situation. The young woman tried again to pull up the up the bush, but it did not come out. I thought that we needed to leave this area and that the bush was not relevant, but i watched the young woman for a moment. As the woman let go of the bush and took a step back to survey the bush, i noticed a large wasp come out of the southern side of the bush. I then realized that the bush had a wasp nest in it. I warned the woman as several more wasps started coming out of the nest. I said that we had to get out of the area, and i started running to the east.

I moved to the north, stopping at the northern end of the room when i noticed the small fissure in the ground to the north of me. The northern end of the cabin was open, and i could see the camp fire outside, in a fire pit in the snowy ground. The land to the north seemed flat, but tall rocky mountains rose in the distance. Just to the southwest of the fire pit was a small rock mound that had a fissure down the center of it. The northern side of the mound was taller than the southern side, and the fissure ran from the east of the northern side of the center of the mound. The rock was roughly textured, looking like disturbed dirt, and a red glow emanated from the center of the fissure. The volcanic heat coming out of the ground whitened the edges of the fissure. I realized that the volcano had started expanding, and i worried that i would have to leave this place. I felt concerned as i turned to the south to pack my things. I paced around the rooms of the cabin for a moment before stopping in the southern room, which was rectangular. The room was longer east to west, and a bed was against the western end of the southern wall. I felt hurried and wondered what i should pack. A large hearth filled the western wall of the room. I had been sleeping in the cabin, but i realized that i probably should have left earlier. It seemed dangerous to be here. I headed back to the north, stepping outside the cabin. I looked again at the small volcanic cone to the southwest of the fire pit. The ground was raised to the west of the fissure. The situation had grown worse since i had been here, and i knew that i would be in danger if i stayed here. I walked back through the long northern roof of the cabin, which was open to the north. I had to get my things to leave.

12023 November 21

$F5, $F7, and $F4 moved to the north of me. They were very excited, and they held one another’s arms as they jumped up and down, excitedly talking about something. I was glad that they had done something, but i thought that they would each have to choose something. It seemed strange, but the choices seemed to have negative consequences. I did not want to tell them, though, but i thought that there might be trouble. $F5 and $F7 moved off to the east. I started talking to $F4, moving close to him. I hugged him for a moment, feeling very comforted by the warmth of his touch. It felt nice to be near him. I then felt a little uncomfortable, thinking that it would be considered strange that i was holding him so closely.

12023 November 22

I moved to the east, along the southern side of the room. I was working in this office again, and it seemed like part of $G6. The office was small, and i walked through a doorway in the southern end of the eastern wall. I worked in the small office to the east, which seemed very similar to the room that i had been in. My desk seemed to face north, and it was against the western wall of the room, just to the north of the doorway. I was trying to coordinate some things before i could sit down to work. I put something on my desk, noticing that my computer had not yet been set up on the desk. I thought that i would not be able to do real work anyway, so i might as well continue arranging the things that i was arranging. I then bent over to the east and took a few things from under my desk. I would have to put them away. I stepped back to the west, through the doorway. Just on the other side, i stopped and faced north. Lockers were on the northern wall of the corridor that now seemed to lead into the southern side of the room. I opened the second or third locker from the east and put my jacket on the hook on the eastern side. The locker was small and only came down to my waist, but another taller locker was underneath it. I opened up the lower locker, swinging the door to the east. I thought that i could keep my shoes in the lower locker. I pulled out a red plastic bin that was in the bottom locker. It was flexible and bowed as i pulled the top forward to see the shoes in side. I then pushed the bin back into the locker and closed the door. I headed back to the east, into the office, stopping in front of my desk. I dropped some papers on the surface of the desk and arranged them, thinking that i had to keep myself busy. Someone was to the southwest of me, and another person seemed to be to the east. I mentioned to the person to the southwest of me that i did not yet have my computer and that i could not yet do real work. I felt a little more relaxed knowing that i would not yet have to do work, but i thought that i still had to do something.

I moved to the east into the bedroom. I was with several other people, and we were getting ready to go somewhere. A man followed me into the room from the west. Two beds were on the southern wall of the room. I sat down on the northeastern corner of the western bed, facing north. I talked to the person to the west. He had said something about getting dressed. A man was on the bed to the east of me, sitting with his legs bent in front of him, facing west. He asked the man to the west of me about the clothes he was wearing. He joked about the clothing and seemed to be insulting or teasing. The man to the east seemed to be $A199, and i felt annoyed that he was teasing the man to the west. The man to the west seemed upset. I thought that he did not have regular clothes with him to change into. I looked down at my clothing. I was wearing a pair of pale-blue knee-length shorts that were lightly tie-died with black streaks. They seemed old in design. My shirt was day-glo pink. I realized that the colors and patterns that i was wearing were from the 1990s. They seemed out of place, and i wondered if i would need to change my clothing as well. I decided that i was wearing the clothes to go to the gym, so they did not really need to be nice clothing. I then realized that i had worn the shirt for a while. I leaned forward to smell the shirt. I could smell something that seemed sweaty, but it did not seem to be my clothing. I turned to the west and started to dig through the duffel bag that was with me. I still felt bad for the man to the west, because i could tell that he was upset from being insulted. I pulled a white towel from my duffel bag, which seemed to be a gym bag. I smelled the towel, wondering if my gym bag smelled from the day before. $A199 shifted his position to the east of me, pulling himself closer to me with his legs. He also wore shorts, and he wore a baggy gray sweatshirt. I turned to the west and walked into the lobby of the office. I entered near the southern side of the lobby, walking behind what seemed to be a reception desk. It felt as though this was a place that i had come back to. I felt that i had to do something. I walked behind a heavy-set woman who was standing at the desk. She glanced over her left shoulder at me as i passed. I had to get something, so i looked to the northwest, seeing a tan porcelain object on the northern side of the room. The object seemed to be a drinking fountain, and wanted to get a drink. The tan object started in the center of the room and extended to the north, ending just to the west of a doorway in the northern wall. The doorway was wide, and it went to a small entryway. As i walked along the eastern side of the porcelain thing, looking for the part where the water came out of, two older women came in the outside door, entering the entryway from the east. They stopped to look at me. They seemed to be bundled in winter coats and hats. I looked at the tan porcelain object. The object was rounded, and it stood about two meters tall. It had a roughly hourglass shape, but the top tapered into a narrow cone. An arm extended from the northern side, reaching about a meter and a half from the main body. The arm was about a meter from the floor, and it had a rounded fin-like bulge on the outside of the arm. The fin was about a half meter long and ran along the underside of the arm. I reached the metal fixture on the end of the arm and pressed the button, but the water did not come out quickly. It trickled down over the metal fixture on the arm. I glanced at the two women, who were still standing to the northeast of me. I then moved closer to the arm to let them pass behind me as i tryed to get water out of the fountain. The water then started flowing more forcefully so that the stream arched a little from the fountain. I leaned in to get a drink of the water.

12023 November 23

I moved around in the unlighted cabin trying to get my things ready. I had to leave to go to work, and it seemed very early in the morning. The cabin had wooden walls, and it seemed to have simple single beds with green mattresses. The beds were against the western wall of the rectangular room. $F4 was in the room as i tried to get ready. I left the cabin and hurried to the south on the street. I was worried that i would be late for my job. The job seemed to have something to do with the military, and i thought that i should not be late. I turned to the east and hurried along the northern sidewalk of the urban street. The buildings were old and ran along the narrow sidewalks. I imagined what i would have to say if i were a few minutes late for the job. I then thought that i had been on time the previous day, so the military offices should know that i am able to be on time. I saw a large red digital clock on the front of one of the buildings. It said “0:13”. I realized that i was more than a few minutes late, so i tried to hurry. Others were walking ahead of me on the sidewalk. As we reached an opening in the buildings to the north, the others turned to the north. I thought that i might be able to follow them to the north, up the alley, but i decided that i should continue to the east. The alley seemed to slope up slightly to the north. The building on the eastern side of the alley stuck out a little farther into the street, though, so the sidewalk ended at the alley, and only the lower step of the building separated the building from the street. I walked in the street to get around the stairs. I then turned to the north into a building, climbing a wide set of stairs toward the entrance, which was set into the front of the building. Walking through the double glass doors, i came into a large dimly lighted room beyond. The room seemed like a night club, and i could see that most of the people inside were wearing white shirt and had dark ragged hair. I was not sure where to go to get to the job. I moved through the room, feeling interested in the club, but i had to get to my job. I headed to the west, into the next room, which i thought was part of the next building. The other room was also large and darkly lighted. I felt confused. I thought that this room should be in the building with the stairs that ran to the south, into the street. The room i was in also had people in white shirts standing around, ready to dance. I turned to the south and headed down the wide stairs that descended to the southern end of the room. The stairs seemed to run the entire width of the room, and they seemed to end at the entry door at the bottom. I knew that i had to get back to my job.

I looked at the man who was sitting on the steep wooden staircase that was on the eastern side of my view. He was to the north of me. I remembered him from long ago, and i had thought that he was attractive. I remembered looking him up online not so long ago. I knew that he had a family now and that he was much older, but the man to the north of me still seemed to be the younger version of him. I looked over the scene. Three or four children were sitting on the floor at the bottom of the steps, to the southwest of the steps. The room seemed to be very crudely constructed, with exposed wooden two-by-four beams. The northern wall to the west of the stairs was filled with books and other items, and the stairs seemed to end even with the wall. The man wore a light-blue long-sleeve flannel button-up shirt and blue jeans. I thought that he was attractive, but i knew that he was not homosexual, so i tried not to admire him. I watched him for a moment, and then i headed to the east, into the next room of the house, which seemed to be part of a television set. This was all part of an old show that the man was a host of. The small room to the east was part of a larger room, which seemed more like a porch on the southern side of a building. The small room had an unfinished wall of studs between it and the northern side of the porch. Some paper seemed to cover parts of the studs on the eastern side of the room. A desk or table was on the northern wall. I looked at some of the pictures that were held to the studs by a thumb tack. One of the pictures was of a man in a light-blue T-shirt. He seemed nicely built thought not athletic. His facial features seemed Hispanic. Something about him seemed very familiar, and i thought that he seemed somewhat attractive. I then noticed another picture of the man a little lower and a little to the east of the first. The man stood with a second man of similar build. The men had their arms around each other as they looked at the camera. Something about the picture made me think that the two men were in a relationship. I looked at some other pictures, noticing that the first man was wearing a leather collar with studs on it. I then glanced through the studs in the wall, noticing a light from the opposite side of the house to the north of me. I could see through a window of the door on the northern end of the small room to the north of me, into a room of the house. The light was coming from the window in the northern wall of the room, which seemed like a kitchen. An old table was in the northeastern part of the room, and it seemed to be surfaced with linoleum. I looked back at the pictures, thinking that the couple in the pictures might be homosexual. I then wondered if the host of the show was as well. I looked down at the desk. It had some other items and pictures scattered on it. I thought that it must be the table where the host gets himself ready for the show. I thought that this might be his “green room”, where he changed into this character. I thought about the men as i headed to the north.

12023 November 24

I headed to the south, into the northern end of the dining room of my grandmother’s house. It was late at night, and the room was dimly lighted. The windows around the room were dark. My relatives seemed to have been staying in the house, and some of them were around the room. I had stopped on the northern side of the room to look around, but i was heading to the south. I stopped for a moment, noticing that a window in the bedroom to the west was open. I knew that it was cold outside, so i thought that the windows should not be open. I then noticed that all of the windows in the western wall of the bedroom were open. I looked to the east, seeing that the windows in the eastern wall of the dining room were also open. I felt annoyed, thinking that it was a waste of heat to open the windows at this time of year. I thought that my relatives must have been hot and thought that it was a good idea to open the windows rather than turn the heat down. I continued to the south, into the kitchen area of the room. The windows over the sink on the eastern wall were also open. I said something about the windows, but no one seemed to be around the room at the moment. I thought that some of them had headed to the southeast, leaving through the door in the eastern wall of the hallway that ran south from the eastern wall of the kitchen. I moved around for a moment, wondering what to do. I was then on the northern side of the room. I moved to the eastern wall and pulled down one of the windows in the wall. I turned the leaver at the top of the lower pane to the left to lock the window in place. The window was one of a set of windows in the same frame, so i started pulling the others to the south of the first window down. I tried to lock them as i went. As i reached the third or fourth window, i was aware of some people to the southeast of me. I continued closing the window to the east of me, but i seemed to be having trouble with the locking leavers. I looked back to the window just to the north of me, noticing that i did not have the leaver turned all the way to the north. I reached back to push it to the north. It seemed stiff, but it moved. I then continued to the south. The room now seemed like a train car, with dark-gray metal walls. The windows were in metal casings along the upper parts of the walls. I walked past a section of the eastern wall that had equipment on it. The equipment seemed old and worn. The section of the wall was dull-pale-green, and the equipment seemed to have metal hinges and a curtain over it. I moved to the south, looking around at the train car. A woman walked to the north, passing to the east of me. I acknowledged her as i passed. She seemed to have her hair up in a bun like a beehive, and she was dressed in a well-pressed uniform. She seemed to be a steward on the train. I then noticed a set of small boxes along the upper part of the western wall, just to the west of me. The metal mechanisms were about a deci tall and about three-quarters of a deci wide. They had metal leavers on the left sides of them, and i chord seemed to hang from each leaver. I thought that the devices had something to do with gambling. I thought about pulling the leavers down, as though i was locking the windows, but i knew that it would affect the boxes. I continued to the south, into the kitchen area of my grandmother’s house, which was now narrower as the southern end of the train car. Several seats were along the western wall, where people seemed to be sitting. I felt a little hesitant about closing the windows, but i still felt that all of them should be closed. I started walking back to the north again along the western wall of the train car. Many people now seemed to be gathered in the northern end of the car. I reached a spot in the western wall where nothing was on the lower part of the wall and the small boxes were in a row along the top. I looked at the devices again. Something about them was tempting, but i knew that i should not pull the leavers because it would affect the game for others. I looked at the boxes again. The metal seemed old but untarnished. Numbers or letters were carved in to the lower left corners of each box. I thought that, if i pulled one of the leavers, i would have to play the slot game, and i did not want to play the game. I turned my attention to the north and continued across the room. A group of people was gathered against the western wall of the northern side, talking about something. I walked to the east of them, not paying them much attention. A service bar seemed to be against the eastern wall, but few people were standing near it. Two men were talking to the northwest of me as i slowed to a stop. One of the men turned to me and said something about boxing. He was referring to an event that was happening. I felt interested in the boxing, but i was not sure that i wanted to be part of the event myself. The man to the west of me hand short hair and seemed heavy. He turned to the north and said something to the other man. I still wanted to hear about the boxing, and i hoped that he did not change the subject. I moved a little closer to him, hoping to hear more about the sport. He started talking about it again. My father then came from the southeast. He asked if i wanted to see the wall that the man was talking about. I said that i did. Some of the people headed to the west, toward the end of the car that we were in. They then turned down a narrow corridor to the south. As i followed them down the cement corridor, the corridor widened. The western wall of the corridor ran somewhat straight, but the eastern wall had several areas where it ran more southeast until the area was widened. Some items were stacked against the eastern wall. I thought that this was the back corridor of a large department store. Some others were walking ahead of me, and i was talking to the men to the east of me as we walked. I said that i had been to this wall before, and i thought about it as we walked. I remembered the wall as a climbing wall. It was dark gray, with a rugged surface, making it look like a gray slate cliff with layers of rock. The area opened up around us as we turned to the east, and we walked down a wide paved sidewalk, which seemed to go through the center of a department store. The ceiling was very high, and this seemed like a very large building. It also seemed that we were outdoors, and that the things on the sides of the path were like carnival rides. I thought that the structures around us were items for sale, but we passed something that seemed like a ride to the south of us. We stopped in the middle of the area, and i looked to the northeast, noticing some tall signs on the northern wall of the store. The wall seemed to be about thirty meters away. I then noticed the steep dirt hill to the north of the path directly to the north of us. The slope was about four meters tall and had an almost-vertical slope. The surface of the hill was cut grass, and i could see some small structures on the top. I remembered this hill from before. I had climbed up and down the hill previously, but it had been covered with small trees and weeds previously. I thought that it was much hared to climb before. The man with us was standing to the north of me now, and he motioned to the hill to the northeast of him. I looked back up the grassy slope, telling the man that i had climbed it before. I then wondered if he would be disappointed that i did not think that the hill was more interesting. I looked to the northeast, down the path. Another similar hill was on the northern side of the path, farther down the path. It looked newly cut like the one to the north of me, though. I thought that the man wanted us to run up the hill to the north, but i thought that he was a little disheartened that i had been on the hill before. I turned to the west and move toward the building. A young boy moved to the southwest of me, and he asked me a question. I looked down at him. He seemed to be only a half meter tall, but he seemed like someone in his early teens. He was very thin, and he seemed to have mental difficulty. He asked me about the situation, and i thought that he wanted to know if i was one of the extraterrestrials. I knew that i was out of place here, but i was not sure that i should admit that to the boy. He moved around oddly, and i was looking almost directly down on him. His mother seemed to be to the east of us now, and i wondered if she was suspicious of the boy talking to me. I moved a little to the west, admitting to the boy that i was an “alien”. I told him that i had to leave. He seemed nervous, and he continued to wobble quickly back and forth, from east to west. I was in a large living room that was on the southern side of the area. People were gathered in the room for a party, and the house seemed very modern. I did not quite feel that i belonged here, and i felt that i should leave. The northern wall of the room seemed like glass, and it seemed to face out over the city, which was the carnival area where i had been with the others. I wanted to fly, and i started to float to the southwest. I thought that the mother would see me and think that it was something special. The boy would just know that i was an “alien”. I walked through a doorway in the southern wall. The doorway was a sliding glass door, and the door panel had been slided to the west. Outside, i came to a small porch with a short cement wall on the outside. I stepped up onto the wall and jumped to the south, swooping up and turning to the east. I thought about flying. It seemed more difficult than i remembered. I used to be able to fly easily, but i now seemed to be struggling with my arms. I thought that i could swim through the air, and i leaned to the east, pulling with my arms as if in a crawl stroke. I moved quickly down the alley outside. When i looked up, i was just passing the southeastern corner of the house i had been in. I thought that the mother might be watching me from the window. She would realize that he son might have been right. I wanted to fly higher, but something felt wrong. I looked to the north, out over the buildings in the wide valley. I reached to the north, trying to swim forward. I struggled to move, and i was frustrated that i could not fly better. I wanted to get higher, so i focused on pulling myself upward to the north.

12023 November 27

I was talking to the other people about the job the we were working on as we faced west. We seemed to be close together as we spoke. The others then moved to the south and then east, leaving the car that we were sitting in. The older man that had been with us stayed in the front seat of the car, to the south of me. The car was facing west. Another man came to the southern door of the car and opened it. He was wearing a dark-green suit and a tan fedora. He started to get into the car to talk to the older man with me, who seemed to be my boss. I decided to move to the back seat of the car, so i turned to the south and stepped over the seats. I sat in the back seat of the car, on the northern side as the two men sat in the front seat. A large dark jacket, which seemed to be like an oil coat, was on the back seat of the car, and i sat on it as i faced west. A large box seemed to take up the back seat to the south of me. The man in the green velvet suit seemed to be Jeff Goldblum. He and the older man sat still, facing west. I knew that Jeff was an important person. I asked them if they minded if i stayed in the back seat of the car. They turned to each other and stared for a moment. I felt a little uncomfortable, and i realized that they wanted to talk about something without me there. I chuckled and opened the door the north of me. I told them men “I didn’t know it was going to the that kind of conversation. I thought it would be more science.” I got out of the car and walked around the rear eastern end, heading south, toward the old building. The northern face of the building seemed to be made of rough darkly stained timber. A wood wall extended from the building to the southeast of me, supporting a roof of the same wood. The entry door was in the center of the wall ahead of me. I turned to the west as i entered the building, which seemed like a pub. I thought that i would talk to the others who were in the bar, but i felt out of place here. The bar was along the western wall of the room, and the others were sitting along it. I moved to the an open spot on the southern end of the bar, which was a wide wooden surface. A woman was sitting to the west of me, across the bar, and she seemed to be a part of the group that i was sitting with. We all seemed to be doing the same job with the other men. I did not quite feel as though i was part of the group, though. I started talking to the woman, but i felt awkward in the conversation, feeling that i was impersonating someone who would normally be here. I trued to respond to her questions, hoping that i was saying the correct things. I seemed to be another person physically, but mentally i was myself. I felt confused by some of the conversation. We paused for a moment, and then i asked if i was married. That seemed like the wrong thing to ask, because the person i was in would have known if they were married. The woman seemed curious by my question, but she seemed more amused than concerned. I felt uncomfortable, though, and i moved north along the bar. I looked down at the thin metal things that i was holding in my left hand. The thin wire seemed to be interspersed with strands of dry grass or straw. The thin metal wires had kinks in them at regular intervals, but ran in relatively straight lines. I looked curiously at the wires, trying to pick out the straw from between the wires. I thought that the frizzy straw did not belong there. I turned to the east as i did this, and i sat down on the ground. I was sitting on the grass on the eastern side of a small quadrangle. Buildings seemed to be on all sides of the grassy lawn, and others were sitting on the grass around me. I focused on the stands that i was holding in my left hand. I thought that it should be strange that a time traveler could jump into the body of another person. This seemed like a common idea, but i thought that it really made no sense. I considered this for a moment. My father was then standing to the north of me. He reached down with his left hand and helped me to my feet. I could hear music playing. It sounded as though it was a song played on acoustic guitars. A wide sidewalk seemed to be on the southern side of the quadrangle, which was longer north to south. The sidewalk ran out of the quadrangle to both the east and west, passing between the buildings around the perimeter. My father asked about the song that was playing, and i listened to it for a moment. He said that it was an unreleased Beatles song. I thought that the melody sounded like “Magical Mystery Tour”, but the song was not quite right. The song had several brass instruments in it, and it sounded more like a bandstand song. I then realized that this was a different version of the song that i knew. I had heard a different unreleased version of it, which only had acoustic guitars. I told my father this, saying that i had the acoustic version on an album. I added that i did not have this version. We turned to the west and started toward the wide stairs that entered an opening under the building to the west. As i started up the stairs, i realized that my father might have been considering buying me a newly released collection of Beatles songs, but i really did not want it. I tried to discourage him from getting it by saying that i could buy the single song online if i was interested in it. The steps entered a recessed area in the building, which seemed to have several shops along the western side. A corridor seemed to run to the north and south in front of the shops. We walked to a door in the western wall that leaded into a shop. I had been to this pub before, but i had always entered through the door that was to the south of us. I pictured the pub as two separate rooms. I knew that the room to the south was where the main bar was, and the one that we were entering had booths along the walls, like a restaurant. The doorway was a step up from the outside ground, but the stairs continued up the center of the room, which seemed roughly flat. Tables were in booths along the northern and southern walls. I ascended the stairs to the west, following my father. People were sitting at several of the tables, and i noticed that large string instruments were sitting on the tables along the northern wall. I felt interested in the instruments, and i looked at them as we passed. Several seemed like acoustic guitars, and some seemed like violas or cellos. Some of the instruments were small. As we reached the top of the stairs near the western end of the small room, i noticed a small rounded instrument on the table to the northwest of me. It was a mandolin. It had a pale body with fine lines drawing a cured floral patterns that curved up from the base of the instrument, following the curve of the lower body. The head of the instrument faced southwest. I found the instrument interesting, and i bent over to the northwest to look at it. I was aware of a woman sitting across the aisle from me, at a table to the southwest. She seemed interested in me, and she leaned forward as i looked at the mandolin. After a moment, i stood up and continued to the west, passing through an opening in the western wall and coming into a wide hallway. The hallway seemed to be a corridor between the rooms of the business, and it had gray walls. A man was standing against the western wall, just to the south of a corridor that ran north. I looked at a table to the north of the man, which had a nice bass guitar standing up on it. The man wore a white shirt under a black vest. He seemed to be formally dressed, and i thought that he was the maitre d’ here. I thought that he was selling instruments here. He smiled at my father and i as we approached. I watched the bass as i got closer, realizing that it was not actually a bass but a picture of a bass on the cover of a large book. I felt a little disappointed that it was only a book. I smiled at the man as we passed. I remembered him from the record store where i used to shop. I thought that he had an interest in jazz. We passed the man and turned to the north, heading down the corridor out of the square hall. We came into a small pub. The bar ran along the western wall of the room. I had been here before, and i thought about something that seemed interesting.

12023 November 29

I was lying on the ground with my head to the east. I was on my right side, facing north. I seemed to be partially curled up as i sleeped. I had my eyes closed, but i was aware that someone was touching the left side of my face. I felt annoyed, and i tried to shoo the person away. I was then watching myself sleep from the west of me. I could see someone leaning over me from the north. The person seemed to be standing on a level lower than the floor; his hips were around the level that i was. As he leaned over me, he touched my face with his right hand. He had his sleeve rolled up to his elbow, and i could see his forearm and hand as he touched me. He seemed to be teasing me, and i felt very annoyed with him. I tried to get him away from me, even though i did not see myself move. I opened my eyes to get the man away from me.

I was in the small bedroom on the western side of the house. I sat on a very low seat on the eastern side of the room. Most of the objects in the room where white, and the room was moderately lighted. I was talking to someone to the west of me, who seemed to be $A316. A television seemed to be on the center of the western wall, but neither of us was watching what was on it. $A316 then stood up and headed to the southeast, toward the door in the southern end of the eastern wall. The eastern wall seemed to have a closet set into the room, so the door was set back from the room. Just after $A316 left, i could hear some others talking outside. I stood up and moved to the door, but i noticed that the voices seemed angry. I thought that i was probably supposed to stay in the room, so i hesitated before heading toward the door again. Before i could reach the door, someone was standing to the southwest of me, backed against the corner of the room. A man had come into the room from the east, and he fired a hand gun at the man in the corner. The man was holding a white plastic shopping bag, which he held up in front of his torso. The bag seemed to be filled with a white powdery substance. The bullets went through the bag and into the man. I thought that the people outside must have been arguing about a drug deal, and i wondered if the white powder was a drug. I felt nervous about the shooting, and i thought that the man would only fire a few shots at the man with the bag, but he kept firing the gun over and over. I started to feel worried. Something about this scene was not right. The man in the corner was still standing, but the scene seemed to be splattered with red. I felt unnerved, but i thought that this scene was not right. I turned to the east and headed out the door. I thought that the scene would have to be changed.

My mother and i walked to the south, through the western side of the large house. We had just come to this house. I thought that we had parked our car in the garage, which seemed to be under the western side of the house. Something about the house made me thing that it belonged to my father’s parents, but they were not present at the moment. The house seemed low and wide, with open spaces. It seemed like a design from the sixties. I looked out the front of the house and the grass that was near the house. I had a hose in my left hand, and i was watering the plants that were growing near the house. I had been watering some of the plants to the east, but i was now watering the plants that were near the front entrance of the house. A wooden deck seemed to be to the south of the entrance, but it was level with the ground to the south of it. My mother was just to the north of me, and i mentioned something about the plants to the southeast of us. A flower bed with bushes and leafy plants grew along the southern side of the deck near the house. I sprayed them with water, thinking that they needed to be watered. I thought that the ground around the house was dry. The plants looked very fresh, though, so i thought that it was a good thing that i was watering them. My mother said something about something to the southwest. I leaned to the south a little, looking over the edge of the deck. The deck seemed to be high off the ground on the western side of the building. I could see a wide dirt driveway coming to the house from the street to the south. I pointed out the garage that was under the deck to the west of us, even though i could not see it. I mentioned that it was the garage where we had entered the house. My mother headed back to the north, into the house. I looked down the driveway to the south. The house seemed to be about ten meters from the street, and the land around the house seemed to be in two or three terraces. The lowest patch of grass was about a meter and a half wide, and it ran along the side of the road, which seemed like a wide multi-lane street in a residential area. The grass on the lowest level was dry and yellowing. I thought that it would need water, but i did not want to water it. I thought that i was only supposed to water the terraces near the house. I felt uneasy about the grass at the outer edge of the lawn. I turned to the east and started watering some of the other plants around the house. My grandparents now seemed to be in the house, which was to the west of me. I was on a low deck to the east of the house. My dadmother came out of the house, looking at the plants around the lawn. I watered some of the low flowering plants to the south of me. This house seemed to be my house, and my grandparents now seemed to be visiting, though the house still seemed like theirs. My mother was to the west of me, just to the north of my dadmother. She spoke to my dadmother, and then my dadmother turned and pointed out a plant to the east of me, referring to it as wisteria. I did not know that i had wisteria in the lawn here, and i turned to look. The lawn sloped down very slightly to the east, ending in a row of tall trees. The lawn seemed about a hundred meters wide. I looked at the tall leafy trees along the eastern side of the yard. Several of them seemed very narrow, with branches not extending that far from the trunk. I looked at the trees, but i did not see any whose leafs i recognized as wisteria. I told my dadmother that i did have wisteria in the yard. I paused for a moment to look at the trees to the east of me. As i turned back around to my dadmother, she said that i should be careful or the wisteria would take over the lawn. I pointed to the southeast, to the southern side of the eastern edge of the lawn with my left arm, saying that the neighbors had planted a wisteria tree in the bushes. My dadmother seemed surprised. I told her that it had killed most of the trees in that part of the yard. She said that wisteria needs a twenty-foot radius clear of other plants. I thought about this, imagining the wisteria as a single tree in the center of the yard. My dadmother then headed back into the house, and my mother was no longer present. I still had the dull-green garden hose in my left hand, and i used it to water some of the plants in the low planters on the southern end of the eastern edge of the deck. I then went inside. The room was long, stretching along most of the eastern side of the house. I still had the garden hose with me as i walked to the south, across the wooden floor. I looked at some of the large house plants in the big pots near the southern wall, thinking that i should water them. I then realized that i still had the hose turned on and that it was spilling onto the floor. I quickly started to pull the hose back to the east to get out of the house. My grandfather was to the east of me, and he seemed disappointed that i had spilled water on the floor. I felt annoyed that i had gotten the floor wet, and i moved around in the small bedroom, which seemed to be in the northwestern corner of the house. I moved back and forth, east to west as i did something to clean up. I looked out the window to the southwest of me, seeing a parking lot to the east of a small building. The building was one level and tan. It seemed to have a stucco surface, and i thought that it was a restaurant. The asphalt parking lot was empty and seemed to have some weeds growing in it. I then noticed a large fish flopping back and forth on the surface of the parking lot, just to the east of the entrance to the restaurant, which was in the center of the eastern face of the building. I remembered seeing the fish on the pavement before as we drove into the house, so i was surprised to see it still there. I watched it for a moment, and i could see it as though it were only a few meters from me. The fish seemed like a marlin, with blue skin on its dorsal side. The fish seemed to be struggling as it flopped back and forth. I noticed something on the right dorsal side near the front of the dorsal fin. As the fish rolled over, i thought that the objects looked like thick reddish-brown leaches. I felt bad for the fish, thinking that it needed to be brought back to water. I was not sure where water was near here, though. It seemed like the ocean would be a long way to the west. I wanted to save the fish, but i felt unsure. I turned to the south. My father was doing something on the deck to the southeast of me. The deck was on the eastern side of the house. I told him about the fish and asked if we could do anything for it. I mentioned that i had seen it before and it was still there. He seemed dissuaded by the idea that the fish had been there a while, and he said that he did not want to do anything about the fish. I felt upset, but i knew that i could not do anything at the moment. I would have to stay here with my family. We turned to the north and started walking along the side of the house. The house seemed to be attached to a large structure that was to the north of the house. The other building was white and very modern. I spoke to my mother as we walked north, saying something that seemed to interest me. I looked down at my feet as i walked. I seemed to be a child, and i was walking in an uneven gait with wide steps. I noticed the small rectangular objects on the ground near my feet. The ground was covered with tan paving stones, which had curved edges around them. Here and there on the stones were small black labels with white text. At first, i thought that only a few labels were on the ground, marking plants or some other items in the courtyard that was to the west of us, but i noticed that the labels were in a pattern. They were about five centimeters long and about a centimeter wide, and they were raised from the ground. Most were tilted to the east or southeast. I thought that they were from the office and described some of the features in the courtyard of the office building. I stepped over them as i turned to the west, following the path down the center of the courtyard. My mother then asked me a question. I responded, and she said that she would do the survey. This seemed strange, and i wondered why she would do the survey. She started walking up a ramp, but i had walked to the south of the ramp. A thin metal railing ran up the southern side of the ramp. I grabbed the upper part of the railing and swinged my body under the railing so that i could get onto the ramp. I then followed my parents to the west, into the large building, which seemed like a mall.

12023 November 30

I talked to the other person as we walked to the south. We seemed to be on a college campus. I walked down a path that was to the west of a building. The path meandered side to side slightly. Small trees and bushes grew to the west of the path, separating the path from a narrow stream. The area to the west of the stream seemed to have more buildings, but narrow grassy lawns seemed to separate the buildings here. The path curved to the southwest, about five meters ahead of me. I had been talking to the others, but they stayed to the north as i followed the path to the building, which as to the south of me. I could not see the building behind the trees, but i knew that it was there. The path seemed to cross the stream and run to the northern side of a parking lot, which was to the north of the plain building. The building was modern brick, and it seemed to have many windows. We had been in the building earlier, and i thought that i had to go back to do something there. Something about the situation seemed strange. I stopped just before the parking lot when i realized that yellow tape was blocking off the area. Something strange had happened. I turned to the north, but noticed that i had already walked inside the wire-mesh fence. The fence seemed to be coated with black rubber. I grabbed part of the mesh, but i was not sure what to do. I was already inside the perimeter, so i turned my attention back to the south. I was now on the eastern side of the northern end of a large room, which seemed like a gymnasium. A man was to the south of me, near the southern side of the room. He was doing something with the experiment. He said that he would activate it. I felt uncomfortable about this, thinking that the experiment would be radioactive. Another man was in the middle of the room, to the southwest of me. I backed out of the room, closing a metal door to the south of me. I knew that the man had started the atomic experiment, and i felt nervous. I thought that we might be in danger. I waited for a moment, but i did not feel anything. I wondered if he actually had turned the apparatus on. I knew that he had, and i wondered why it did not radiate more. I wondered if the room to the south was blocking most of the radiation from the equipment.

I was in the dining room of my grandmother’s house, and it seemed that i had been staying here with some relatives. I had to get something ready. I looked to the north. A set of stairs ascended to the west along the northern wall, leading to the upstairs bedroom. I could hear some of my relatives in the bedroom. They seemed to be the family of one of my aunts. $K23 was standing to the north of me, and she asked me a question. I answered. I was then aware that i had been cooking toast. I had left the toast in the oven for a while. I was going to check on it, but i had forgotten. I said something and quickly headed to the south. I did something on the counter to the north of the sink. A refrigerator seemed to be to the east of me, and the counter was to the east of me as well. A small set of shelfs extended from the eastern wall, just to the north of the refrigerator. The shelfs seemed to be full of food, and a metal mesh basket hung near the top shelf. The basket seemed to be full of fruit. A plastic bag of bread seemed to be on one of the lower shelfs. I moved to the south of the sink, which seemed to be in the center of the eastern wall, and opened the oven. I now seemed to be in the living room of my grandmother’s house. The door to the entry hall was to the south of the oven, which was to the east of me, against he eastern wall. I pulled the rack from the oven, realizing that i had not yet put the toast into the oven. Instead, two plastic bags of wrapped pastries were in the over. I quickly pulled them out, worried that the plastic had started to melt from the heat. The bag that was in the center of the oven seemed to be filled with muffins, and the bag that had been behind it had a large spiral roll that had a white topping. I smelled the bag of the roll to see if it had been melting. I then opened the bag to smell the roll, wondering if it would smell of melting plastic. I worried that it would have been ruined. I wondered if i should eat the roll. I decided not to eat it, and i put it down to the north of me. I then looked for the bread to put in the oven. My mother entered the room to the southeast of me. I said something about making the toast, adding that i was looking fro the bread. She said that we were out of bread, and she turned to the east and headed back out of the room. I felt a little disappointed that i could not cook the toast. I wondered if i should have the danish for breakfast instead.