ZUDEMA

12023 December 01

I stood on the northern shore of the river, looking to the west at the small old brick building. The building was only about three meters tall and about two meters wide on the eastern face. It sat about a half meter from the edge of the calm water of the river, which seemed to be flowing west. The building was part of a ferry crossing, but i knew that it was no longer used much. The building had been mostly abandoned. I moved slowly to the south of the building, looking at the wide front, which faced the water. The building was constructed of a light-brown brick. The side facing the river seemed to have a very shallow room, which was open to the river. The northern wall of the room seemed to be covered with smooth dull-yellow bricks or tiles. I thought that this building was a waiting area for the ferry. A doorway in the center of the wall led to an outer room, to the north. I felt sad that the building had fallen out of use. I thought that the ferry could not maintain its business in this place. I looked across the river to the south. The river seemed very narrow and shallow. It seemed to be only about fifteen meters across. The southern bank was grassy and wild, with old trees growing here and there. A small cement platform on the southern shore marked the spot where the ferry would cross. I thought that the ferry service just needed a boat. I wanted the service to continue, but i worried that it would be out of business. A man then paddled a small boat toward the ferry station on the northern shore. I was still standing to the east of the ferry, about a meter from the shore, over the water. The boat that the man was paddling seemed about the size of a canoe. It seemed too small for a ferry. I thought that he would need a bigger boat to stay in business. I was then to the south of the station again, and the man had a much bigger boat. The boat was flat and about two meters wide and four meters long. People were now standing in the brick building, waiting to cross. I was glad that the ferryman had some business. I looked back to the south at the trees on the southern shore. This area seemed peaceful, but i thought that it was near a large city. I moved a little to the east, watching the boat on the river to the boat to the west of me. I then looked to the south, noticing that the riverbed was exposed here. The river was a wide cement canal with a flat bottom. The cement sloped down just to the south of me, dropping about a meter over four or five meters to the west. I noticed that the top of the slope had deep gouges in the cement, and it thought that the large freighters must have scrapped the bottom of the canal as they passed over the top of the ramp. Cement walls now seemed to be on both sides of the river, and i was standing on one as i watched. The others were standing to the west of me, and they were cheering on something. I looked to the west, noticing that the cement slope continued for quite a way. The water only came to the bottom part of the slope. A thin stream of water seemed to be coming down the slope to the south of me as well. I thought that this was not enough water to allow the larger metal freighters to pass. I wondered how they would get down the canal. The others then started cheering more loudly. To the west, i could see a tractor trailer about a hundred meters away. It had started speeding to the east, down the center of the canal. I knew that it would hit the water and create a large splash. This is what the others were cheering for. I watched the truck as it hit the water just to the southwest of us. I thought that the splash from the water was hit us as we watched from the northern shore. Time suddenly slowed as the truck hit the water. A white wave of splashing water now obscured the truck, but the wave was moving very slowly. I thought that this was to build the tension. It seemed strange, though. I was aware that i was still moving at the same rate of time, but i was watching an event happen at a much slower rate of time. The water moved slowly toward us, and i was amused with the scene. Suddenly, the water hit us. I could feel the force of the water hitting my body and face. It seemed very forceful. I thought that we would all be wet and muddy, which is what made the even so fun for everyone.

12023 December 02

I was in the small bedroom on the eastern side of the second floor of my parents’ farmhouse. $A646 was to the southeast of me, talking to me. My mother was sitting on a low surface to the northwest of me. $A646 asked were he could set up his bed. He had been walking around to the south and southwest of us, trying to set up a blow-up mattress that he could sleep on. I tried to give him suggestions. I then thought that he could actually sleep on the bed in the next room to the west. I knew that the bed was currently unused, and it was available for guests. As i was thinking this, i suggested to $A646 that he set up the mattress in the large guest bedroom. I then wondered why i would not tell him just to sleep on the other bed. I glanced at my mother, noticing that she seemed uncomfortable with the idea. I wondered if she did not want people sleeping in the guest room. I walked to the west, into the next room. $A646 was on the southern side of the room, and the large guest bed was on the northern side of the western wall, to the west of me. The bed had a white spread over it, and someone in dark clothing was lying on the northeastern corner of the bed. The man had his head to the west, and his knees were bent and pointing to the north. I wondered if he was $A775. I paused just inside the room, but then continued to the west. I passed into the next room to the west, which seemed to be my old bedroom. The room was large and dark. It seemed to have no furnishings, but several boxes were around the room. I stood on the northern side of the room, looking to the south. I had just entered the room from the north, and i was standing on a short staircase that seemed to descend from the center of the western wall. The room seemed to be under construction, and the things in it seemed to be packed up is areas around the room for storage. I started down the stairs, but i had to crouch down, because white string was strung back and forth between the railing on the eastern and western sides of the stairs. I tried to move carefully. I did not want to make any noise that might wake my parents, who seemed to be to the west or northwest. I tried moving to the south, but my head brushed against the white strings. The strings seemed to be tied in a wide grid across the top of the stairs. I then noticed that a pale blue light dimly illuminated the room. It seemed strange, and i wondered where the light was coming from. My mother then came from the northwest and started to pass to the southwest of me. My father was following her. I was still crouched down at the bottom of the staircase. I was aware that my mother could not seem me. A short wall was to the west of me now, and i was leaning against it. The wall seemed to be part of the stairwell and only was as high as the railing on the western side. My parents moved to the south of me, and they seemed to be looking for something. They had not yet seen me. I decided that they would eventually see me, so i stood up and said hello to them. I was then aware of the blue light from overhead again. It seemed to be shining down directly on us. I thought that it was a very bright star shining down on us. I talked to my mother, who was now standing to the south of me. I then looked up at the stars in the darkened sky above us. I noticed one bright constellation to the southwest, almost overhead. I said something about it to my mother, and then looked back at it, but the branches of a tree were in the way. The tree seemed to be to the west of me. I moved a little to get a better view of the constellation. The stars in the constellation were just as bright as the other stars in the sky, but the constellation was outline in white, and it seemed to be the shape of a dog, which seemed to be facing southeast. Something about the constellation seemed important. I told my mother that i did not know which constellation it was. I then looked up at the bright star overhead. It seemed very bright, and it was shining directly down on us. Something seemed strange about this situation. I squinted up into the light. A round red dot was over the center of the light, blocking the direct light on us. I thought that the dot was actually protecting us from the bright radiation of the light. I thought that the star was shining in bright blue light. It seemed to be a warning of something, and i felt interested in it. I wondered if the blue light had a lot of ultraviolet radiation in it. I looked away from the light, thinking that it might be dangerous to stare into it. I knew that the light was important, though.

I headed to the south as i entered the bedroom. Another man was there, and i turned to the west to look at him. I was standing very close to him, and we talked. He seemed to be a relative of mine. He seemed to be a cousin of mine. He had a square face, which looked Mediterranean, and he had black curly hair. I did not seem to recognize him, though. I asked him about something, and we talked about our relation. He moved to the east, stopping near the counter that was to the east of me. He was cooking something on the counter. A metal baking tray was on the counter, and it had slabs of meat in it that looked like fish. I thought that i should cook an egg for breakfast. I watched the man do something with the fish as i moved to the south of the counter. He had a small vial of black liquid that he held near the tray. I thought that he was sprinkling the liquid on the fish. He said that he was drying the fish to make a powder.

I sat in the driver’s seat of my car, which was parked in a small asphalt parking are that was to the east of my parent’s farm house. A car was parked just to the north of me. The car had a small gear knob that was on an armrest to the northeast of me, near the dash. I pushed the leaver forward to keep the car in gear and started driving the car forward slowly. The car turned to the northeast, starting up the driveway, which was to the east of the house. A gray car was parked in the driveway, facing northeast and to the west of the car that had been parked to the north of me. I felt nervous of being too close to it, so i tried to stop. My car did not seem to stop easily though, but it did eventually stop. I felt nervous. I was too close to the gray car. I moved the stick shift backward and started backing the car up. A large blue pick-up truck was in the driveway to the southwest of me though. I had to be careful not to hit it when the front of my car swinged to the south. I tried to back into the parking area on the eastern side of the driveway again, thinking that i could park along the southern side of it. I pulled directly back into the parking space, but i felt the car sink as it drove off of the paved part of the ground and onto the slightly lower grass area. Annoyed, i tried to pull the car forward again. I wanted to get it back onto the asphalt. I was having trouble maneuvering the car, though. I kept trying to park it along the southern side of the pavement, but i kept driving the tire off the edge of the pavement. I realized that the edge of the pavement was not parallel to the car that was parked to the north of me, so i would not be able to use that car as a visual guide to how i should park. I eventually walked to the west, toward the house. A few cats were on the porch, and it felt good to see them. One cat was mottled black and orange, and it ran around on the ground near me. It seemed happy. I thought that i would have to take care of the cats. I then noticed the two small black kittens to the northwest of me. I started toward them. A man was to the southwest of me. I then realized that the kittens were not pets of this house. I thought that they must be wild barn cats. I thought that i should not try to pet them or pay attention to them. They would have to remain free. I looked around for the other cats. I felt a little confused. The man said something about the cats, and i joked about the kittens, calling them “Bob and Doug”.

I was in one of the room on the second floor of the eastern side of my parents’ farmhouse. My mother was to the northwest of me, near the northern wall of the room, and my father seemed to be somewhere to the southeast. I was talking to my parents, but i was looking to the north, out across the tan fields of dry grass that sloped gently uphill to the north. A column of black smoke was rising from somewhere to the north of us, but i could not quite see where it was coming from. I hoped that it was not part of the house or garage burning. As i moved around a little, i could see the tan dry leafs of trees on the western side of the field, and i could see that the black smoke was coming from beyond the trees. I wondered what was burning. I asked my mother what was burning. she turned to look, but i could no longer see the black smoke no the north of us. I had moved, and something in the room was blocking my view of most of the landscape to the north of us. I could only see puffy gray clouds in the sky to the north. I felt concerned and tried to move back and forth to see if i could see the smoke again. I moved closer to the northern wall, as if looking out a window. I could now see the smoke again, and i could see that it was from something that was burning in the distance. I thought that it might be a house on fire. I was not sure what it was, and i told my parents about it. My mother then said that the tower was burning. She said this as she walked to the southeast, passing to the east of me. I turned to the east. The sky was darker in the east, as though it was after sunset. I was standing just to the east of a building, looking northeast. A large modern tower stuck up from the landscape. It seemed to be about ten to fifteen stories tall, and it was very plane in outside detail. It seemed gray and covered with glass, and the top two floors had a notch in the center of the southern side. On the top of the tower was a smaller structure, which was much narrower than the main building. It stood another four or five stories above the tower, but it did not seem to be part of the functional area of the building. It seemed to be decorative. It was shaped like a two-pronged fork, with sharp angles where the two prongs met the sides of the narrower tower. The two prongs stuck up as though forming a V from the central trunk. I could see the base of the tower through the notch in the southern top of the building. The structure was dark, with thin horizontal features. It was burning, but the orange flame seemed ornamental. I wondered if this related to the smoke. It seemed strange to think that it did. This seemed like a different scene.

12023 December 03

I was in the forest, running with several other people. It seemed damp out, and snow was on the ground. We seemed to be running with $G4, but only two other people were near me at the moment. We seemed to be at the front of the pack. $F71 was running with me, and $A499 was to the northeast of me. We had come from the north, running along the western side of an open area where tan dry grass stuck up through the thin layer of snow, and turned a corner to the west. I thought that $A499 would be able to run ahead of us, and i was talking to him about this. I pictured the trail in my head. It would turn to the north on the western side of the narrow patch of treed land that was now to the north of us. I knew that it would run straight through a forested area for a while before turning back to the east. It would then make a loop north and back to the west. The long leg to the west would pass about ten meters north of the turn where the trail stopped running north through the forest. I remembered that it would be easy to cut from one trail to the other, and i jokingly told $F71 that we might end up in front of $A499. $A499 laughed, but said that we should not do that. I agreed with him. $A499 passed us and headed north. We turned after him. I knew that $F71 would not be able to keep up with us, so i thought that it might actually be better if he could shortcut the trail. I knew that he was not doing well. A small clearing seemed to be around the trail as we passed back into the forested area, heading north. I looked down, and a set of stairs seemed to descend into the ground in a square area. I was headed down the stairs, and i turned to the east. The stairs ended just to the south of a hallway than ran east to west. To the southeast was a square hall that seemed to look down on the level below. I remembered that the trail ran around this hallway. I headed to the south, along the western side of the area. The trail ran over the open area on a set of small opaque white plastic disks, which ran along a metal cable on the westerns side of the room. The cables seemed to form a square just inside the opening, and i thought that we would have to circle the room on the white things, which seemed like toys. The white surfaces had thin white pieces of plastic that connected them, making them look somewhat like the plastic that holds a six-pack together. I moved slowly on the plastic, trying to balance carefully so that i did not fall. I was aware of a table of older men sitting to the southeast of me. They had been sitting with their elbows on the table, and they turned their heads to look up at me as i moved across the room, to the south. Another runner was then behind me. He seemed like $A712. I talked to him as i circled the room, turning to the east on the southern side, mentioning the cables that we were walking on. As i reached the eastern side of the room, a narrow surface seemed to run north, but the cable with the plastic disks ran to the east, rising up to a bar than ran north. The metal bar was at my shoulder level and was about a meter from the narrow surface. I thought that we were supposed to follow the cable, but that would mean swinging from the thin metal bar as we made our way to the north along it. The bar was supported at regular intervals by similar thin bars, which had eye loops at the top that the horizontal bar passed through. I reached out for the bars, but i decided that i did not want to swing on them. I leaned back to the west to stand on the narrow beam. $A712 was to the south of me, and i commented that swinging from the bars did not seem safe. He agreed with me. We walked to the north until we got to the main floor of the hallway. I suddenly realized that we seemed to be near the end of the run. $A499 was still behind us. I realized that we must have cut off quite a distance when we ran down the stairs in the middle of the forested area. I thought about this, wondering why i would have gone down the stairs when the trail continued to the north. I suddenly wondered where $F71 was. I hoped that he was not too far behind. I started to feel worried about him. I said something to the others around me, and then i started to the west, down the hall. The hall seemed to be in an outdoor area. I walked across the damp snow on ground that seemed to be to the north of a house. Part of the house extended to the north, just to the west of me. I looked down the corridor that ran along the northern side of the small extension of the house. $F71 was jogging slowly with a stooped gate. He was talking to two people, who were on both sides of him. He had come in, and he seemed to be the last one here. I passed the extension of the house and turned back to the east. A large hot tub seemed to be to the southwest of me, on the western side of the extension, but a large white tub of hot water, which seemed to be a sauna, was on the eastern side of the extension. I thought that we should get in the hot water. The man to the east of me suggested getting into the water of the sauna. I told him that there was a hot tub as well, and i asked which he wanted to be in. I thought that he might not know that the hot tub was there.

12023 December 04

I was at the camp, which seemed like a summer overnight camp. I usually visit this place year after year. I was on a dirt road that ran east to west, and a small white cabin was to the south of me. I was talking to $F4, who usually came to this camp with me. The building to the south of us seemed like the camp store, and we had come here because i had forgotten to pack my socks. I felt annoyed with myself, thinking that i had forgotten to pack my socks in a previous year. This seemed like something that i continually do, and i was annoyed that i would have to buy socks again. The store to the south of us did not have socks, though. I thought that it only carried small food items for the camp. I thought that i would have to go to the town, which seemed a way to the northwest. I felt disappointed, knowing that it was a long way to the store on the dirt road. I thought that i would have to walk, and i did not want to make the journey. It was then later, and i was walking north on the eastern side of a rural road. A small red house was on the eastern side of the road. I said something to $Z, who was to the northwest of me, as i looked back at the house. Something about this place seemed familiar, and i thought that i knew this place from the previous years i had been here. The sun seemed to be to the west, and it was shining on the front of the house. The house was about fifteen to twenty meters from the road, and a single large tree stood in the front yard, closer to the road than to the house. Directly to the east of us seemed to be a small asphalt parking lot, which was just to the west of a small cinder-block building. The building seemed like a fire station. To the north of the fire station was another small cinder-block building. This one seemed to be painted green, and it was closer to the road than the other two building. I knew that it was the store that we were going to. I walked to the east, across the northern side of the store. It seemed that we had walked into the store from the west, and we had walked past the small section that was on the southern side of the room. The northern side of the room seemed open, with sealed wood walls. The store to the south seemed like a gift shop. An older man stood to the southeast of a counter that ran parallel to the southwestern wall of the southern section of the store. He seemed to have a line of short white hair around the sides of his round head. The northern section of the store extended farther to the east, but it did not seem to have any items in it. I felt tired and frustrated as we reached the metal door in the eastern wall, at the back of the store. I pushed the door open, ending up in a small square hall with another metal door to the southeast. The cement walls of the corridor seemed dingy. This corridor seemed like a maintenance area of the store. I felt hesitant to continue, but the man with me, who seemed to be $Z, continued forward to the southwest of me. I headed for the dull-red door to the southeast. Most of the paint on the door had worn off, but i could still see some around the edges of the door. I thought that this might lead to a corridor that went underground, back to the camp. I pictured a long underground corridor that ran to the south. I then thought that this could not be correct. The camp was quite a way away, and i did not believe that the corridor ran that far. I wondered if there could be an underground transportation system that would lead us back to the camp. This did not seem likely. I thought that we would have to walk back to the camp. I opened the second door to see a short set of cement stairs descending about two meters to the south. We descended the stairs to a landing. To the south of the railing, a square opening was in the wall, and a black cart was tipped up in front of the opening. The cart looked like a roller-coaster car, and i mentioned it to $Z, who had already turned to the west and started to descend a second set of steps. The car was pointing down at about a sixty-degree angle, to the south. It had rounded corners and was detailed with what seemed to be silver flames. I thought that it was the tram that could go back to the camp, but it was not in service at the moment. I headed down the stairs to the west, coming out in the northern side of the lower level of the store. I stopped just inside the store. The northern section of the room was a triangular-shaped hallway. the stairs had exited through a metal door in the northern end of the eastern side of the triangle. A short set of five or six stairs continued to descend to the west until they reached the cement floor of the lower level of the store. The store was to the south of the western end of the southern wall. The northwestern wall was forest green. A man stood to the east of a short counter that ran parallel to the eastern wall of the store, to the southwest of me. I looked at the shelfs of food in the store, thinking that this store sold groceries. I would not be able to find socks here. I felt disappointed, thinking that i should have purchased the socks in the upstairs store. I felt that we had been doing things wrong, and this upset me.

I walked to the west, along the southern side of the large store, talking to my relatives. My mother and grandmother seemed to be to the northeast of me. My grandmother stopped. she had been pushing a red shopping cart ahead of her. I walked past her on the southern side of the cart, looking at the few items on the shelfs that were on the southern wall of the store. The shelfs seemed to have supports that fit into narrow horizontal grooves on the wall. My grandmother said something to me, and i stopped to look back to the west at her. I moved to the east of her cart. As i spoke to her, i noticed a small girl in a blue dress walking along the southern wall, about ten meters behind us. I continued replying to my grandmother, but i noticed that the girl was walking oddly. She suddenly stiffened and threw herself backward. I leaned to the south to see more clearly past my grandmother. I also stopped talking. The girls started wiggling on the floor. At first, i thought something was wrong with her, and i felt concerned. She then shuffled to the south, sliding under the wall, through a gap that seemed to be only a few centimeters. A man seemed to be on the southern side of the wall, helping her through. This seemed very strange. I pointed this out to my grandmother, not sure what do to. I then turned my attention back to the east. We seemed to be about five meters from the eastern wall, which had several doorways in it. My mother was to the northeast of me, and she asked me about getting a tattoo. I was unsure about getting a tattoo, and i wondered why she would want me to get one, but she seemed to want to get me a tattoo as a present. I was not sure what to get, and i felt unconvinced. We walked into a small room to the east, heading northeast. The walls of the room seemed light brown, and a window was in the eastern wall. The window seemed to have a black frame. A man was on the northern side of the room, and my mother said that she would really like the tattoo. I was impartial, but i went along with the idea of getting a tattoo. The man move toward me, touching my right arm and asking me to lift it. I was facing west, and he was to the north of me. He then touched my side under my arm. I thought that he was going to do something on my side, but instead, he grabbed my arm with both of his and positioned it so that the upper arm was level and my forearm was up. He asked me to flex my biceps a little. I did so, and i was now facing east, and my left arm was up. I flexed my biceps a little, pulling my forearm toward me. The man touched my biceps as though adjusting it. I looked at my arm, seeing several thin blue lines going around the lower part of the biceps. The rings were not evenly spaced. The lower ring was thin and seemed to wrap around the arm at the lower part of the biceps. The line was no more than a few millimeters thick. About half a centimeter up my arm from it was a thicker blue ring. The ring was about two centimeters thick, but it was not solid. It was formed by finely curved lines that seemed denser on the outer part of the arm than on the inner side. The curved lines seemed somewhat like vines without leafs. Another thin line was farther up my arm, about three or four centimeters from the wide band. This line seemed to be a half-centimeter thick. All of the bands were drawn in blue ink. The man was etching the tattoo into my arm, so i thought that the thick band of thin lines was not quite done yet. I looked to the west, realizing that i did not feel much in my arm as he drew the tattoo. The needle only tickled a little. This seemed strange. I could feel the man working on the western side of my arm, and then i felt him on the eastern side, which was the inside of my upper arm. I looked back at my arm, noticing that it was now flat against a piece of plywood, which was in the air. The plywood was the same size as the window to the east. I was leaning my left arm against, but the wood ended near my neck, so i could see to the east. I leaned on the plywood, thinking that the tattoo did not really create a lot of sensation in my arm. A city seemed to be outside the window, to the northeast of me.

12023 December 05

I was riding in the bus with the others, but i could see the bus moving to the northwest below me. It traveled across the dark-orange ground. Something seemed to be wrong with the area, thought. I thought that this place was not quite safe. I noticed a sunken area of dirt to the southwest of us, running in a line from the northwest to the southeast. The area seemed to still be sinking, but i could not quite see it moving. I thought that the bus would be traveling over the area. The dark narrow road seemed to curve to the southwest and cross the area. I warned the others about the area, thinking that it would be dangerous to cross. I thought that the land was moving. I thought that the ground might be pulling apart at the rift, which would cause the dirt to sink. I felt very uneasy as i watched the bus round the curve and head toward the sinking area. I then noticed that the rift was wider than it had been. The dirt seemed to have fallen down some more, even though i could not see it moving. The bus started down the slope on the northeastern side of the depression. I was then standing on the ground inside the depression with the others. The ground sloped down to the south of us, and the dirt seemed rough, as though it had just been disturbed. I felt uneasy about this area. I thought that underground water might be eroding the dirt of the area. I then said something about the river to the south. I looked across the flat open land to see a narrow flow of water running over the dirt. Part of the river had changed its course and was now flowing to the east across the land to the south of us. I thought that the water would now erode the area. A man to the north of me said something and then started walking to the north to go around the disturbed land. I looked to the west. The area to the west was also flat, and several branches of water flowed across it, fanning out from somewhere to the west. I noticed a channel of water flowing to the northeast, rolling down a low step in the land. The water flowed to the north. I called to the man to the north of me, trying to warn him that the water was also to the north of us. I thought that it would cross the man’s path as he headed straight north. The river was slowly flooding this area. The man seemed annoyed with me, though. He stopped to scowl back at me but then turned to the north and continued walking. I looked out to the west, seeing several branches of the overflowing water eroding channels in the ground. I was not sure what we should do, but i thought that we had to leave this area. I headed to the west. I now seemed to be at the northern end of the area, just to the south of an east-to-west street. I followed a few others down the cement sidewalk. At first, grass seemed to be to the south of the sidewalk, but then small buildings were to the south of us. We seemed to be in a city. I noticed a small orange cat on the sidewalk to the southwest of me. I had been looking for one, but i thought that i had to find one that was not owned by anyone. I passed the cat, watching it. It seemed uninterested in us. I then noticed the other orange cat to the southwest of us. It watched us, but did not seem interested. I stopped and called to it. It moved toward me and started rubbing against my legs. It seemed very friendly and in need of attention. I crouched down to pet it, and it seemed very affectionate. It had bright orange fur. I thought that the cat should have green eyes, but this cat had tan eyes. It was not quite the correct cat that i was looking for, but i wondered if i should keep it. I thought that it might not be available. I thought that someone might already own it. I pet it, watching it nudge me for more. I wondered if anyone owned it or if it was free.

I moved around in the area where the other people were gathered. We seemed to be in a dimly lighted room, which was mostly dark-yellow. I did not feel well. I had a headache, and i wanted to leave this place. I held my left had to my head as i moved around the different people here. I said that i was sick, and i headed to the south to leave. I would have to get my car, though. I felt my pocket for the keys, but i did not have them with me. I did not want to have to think about leaving, because i felt too uncomfortable to focus on anything. I headed to the south, now outside the building. My car seemed to be on the western side of a small parking lot in the campus area. The lot seemed to be on the western side of a larger area, and a large building, which seemed like Bailey Hall, was to the west. I paced around for a moment, trying to figure out what to do without my keys. $A854 was to the north of me, and he said that he had my keys. I looked to him. He was facing east, leaning to the south as he looked at me. He was smiling, and he seemed to be wearing something that had a mottled black and yellow or white surface. He tossed the keys to me with his right arm. The keys did not pass close enough to me, and they fell on the ground about a meter to the west of me. I felt frustrated, and i walked between the other cars on the western side of the lot to look for the keys. The ground was covered with rocks, which were about half a deci wide, so it would be hard to see the keys in the rocks. I looked around, noticing a colored rock to the north of me. It was roughly triangular, and it had colorful distorted spots around it. The spots seemed to be green, yellow, and brown, and they reminded me of old patterns of camouflage. $A854 moved to the west of me, helping me look around on the ground for the keys. I bent over and picked up the triangular rock, noticing that several other rocks had similar paint on them. I showed the rock to $A854, saying that the colors looked interesting. I then noticed a rock on the ground that had a different style of paint on it. It was also triangular, but it seemed narrower. It had a dark spot in the middle of one of the long sides, and i realized that it actually looked like the head of a dog in partial profile. $A854 had moved to the southeast of me, and i held out the second rock in my right hand. I pointed out that it was painted to be a dog. I looked at the rock, wondering if it was actually painted to be a dog or if it just happened to look like a dog. I looked down at the ground near where i had picked it up, noticing that other rocks also seemed to be painted like dogs. I decided that they were supposed to be dogs, and i said this to $A854. I was standing on a lower level of ground, which was covered with rocks. A low retaining wall, which was about a deci tall, ran just to the east of me, and the small rocks that had dog-like paintings on them were to the east of the retaining wall, at a slightly higher level than the ground that i was standing on. I decided that the rocks had been painted for a purpose. I talked for a moment to the other person. It was then daylight. People were moving around us, and they seemed to be getting ready for an event. The people were moving generally to the north, toward a large pavilion or building that was open on the southern side. The people seemed to be gathered in the building. I spoke to the other person as we walked slowly to the north. I felt uncomfortable here, and i was not sure that i should be part of the event. My mother was then to the northeast of me. She said that i should go to the event. she was trying to convince me that it would be good. I was not interested in attending the event, and i did not feel well. I tried to tell her that i was not interested in attending the event, but she seemed to want me to go. I moved to the north, into the building. Tables were set up inside, and the people here seemed to be dressed as though they were going to a prom. I was not sure what to do. I noticed that the other people here were young. They seemed like they were in college. I felt annoyed with this place, and i told my mother that i did not want to be here. She was still to the southwest of me. I paced around the wood floor of the room ,not sure what to do. The event seemed to be in a mall. I thought that the young students were coming here as singles to meet people that they would date. I was not interested in this, thinking that i did not want to date any of the students. I moved farther to the north. People were now sitting around the tables around me. I looked around. A waiter in black pants and wearing a black vest over a white shirt walked to the southern side of a round table where several men were sitting. A man was sitting on the southern side of the table, and the waiter moved to the west of him. The waiter held up a bottle with his left hand, hovering it over the man’s glass. The man said that he did not want any water. The waiter leaned down and whispered something in the man’s left ear. The waiter then poured the liquid into the man’s glass. The man seemed interested, and he took a sip. He suddenly stiffened in surprised and smiled with pleasure. I thought that the waiter must have been sneaking the man alcohol. The man could not have had alcohol himself, because he was too young. The waiter circled the western side of the table, pouring the liquid into the glasses of some of the others at the table. When he reached the eastern side of the table, he reached into the pocket of his vest, which seemed to be pale-pink with a thick black border. He pulled out another bottle from his pocket. I thought that he must have several bottles that he sneaked into the event. I felt annoyed, thinking that he should not be giving alcohol to the college students. I headed to the east, walking along the northern side of another table. I felt drunk myself as i walked. A central service table seemed to be to the east of me, with a tall centerpiece. The tables around me were now filled with people, and the other people seemed to be talking about drinks. A woman in a black halter-top dress to the east of me laughed about something as she picked up a narrow bottle. She sipped the drink, which i thought was some kind of alcohol with coconut. I felt out of place here, thinking that i was older than the others here. I wondered if they would think it strange that i was here. People were taking some food from the central table to the east of me. The table ran northeast to southwest and seemed to have a Pacific theme. A blue volcano-like structure in the center seemed to have different types of fish around it. The people here seemed to be having a good time, but i felt out of place and thought that i should leave. I was now closer to the central table, and i picked up a small wooden vessel that seemed to be a drink. I wanted another alcoholic drink, and i thought that i would take this one, which seemed to be the one that the woman had started drinking from. It was tall and narrow, and the wood on the outside was made to look like a coconut. It seemed to be shaped like a very narrow barrel. It was about three centimeters wide at the thickest part in the center and about seven centimeters tall. Thin sticks were stuck in the top for decoration. I decided to take the bottle with me, and i turned back to the west and headed across the room. I reached an empty table near the western side of the center of the room. A low dividing wall seemed to be to the west of the table. I stopped to the north of the table, facing west, and i took another sip from the bottle. It tasted very good. I looked down at the bottle that was in my hands. It had flowers sticking out the top. I realized that the flowers might indicate where i had gotten the bottle from, so i thought that i should have taken them out. I pulled the white flowers from the top of the vessel and put them on a shelf that was on the partial wall to the west. I thought that i would have to hide them so that the others in the room did not realized that i had taken the woman’s drink. I was then aware of a group of men sitting at the table to the south of me. I glanced at them, noticing that one of them was watching me. He sat on the southeastern side of the table as the others talked. He kept looking at me as me nudged the man to the west of him with his left arm. I thought that he was going to tell them that i had taken the woman’s drink. I felt disappointed and wondered what i should do. The men at the table seemed like the school’s jocks, so i did not want to get into a confrontation with them. I looked at the flowers on the shelf, thinking that they are out of view of most of the people in the room. I then noticed that the man was now pointing me out to his friends and saying something about me. I felt nervous and thought that i should leave. I thought that one of the men at the table must be the date of the woman who had the vessel. I pretended that i did not notice the men, and i started walking to the east. I decided that i should leave the event, so i headed to the south, pushing open the doors in the southern wall and coming outside. It was near the end of twilight, so i could not see much, but i knew that the area to the south of the large yellow building was a wide grassy lawn. It seemed like a golf course. I stumbled down a paved path that ran from the door and headed south. I had to get to my car, but i felt drunk, so i knew that i could not drive. I thought that the men would follow me and try to attach me, so i thought that i had to get out of sight quickly. The land to the south of me was flat and open, though. The lights from the building were dim and only lighted the grass near the building. I hurried to the south, but i knew that i could not get far enough away before they came outside. I turned to the southeast and decided to fly away. A large pine tree was to the west of me as i curved westward, so i continued to curve to the north. The yellow building was more like an old house, with two sections. The larger section was no the west. The house was covered with yellow wooden siding and seemed to have a white eves and white details. I flew up over the western end of the house, thinking that i could get out of sight more quickly if i were on top of the building when they came out. I then thought that i could simply sit on the building until they give up their search. I turned west and landed on the roof. The roof on the western part of the building sloped down to the south and seemed gray. The lower part of the roof seemed less steep than the main part to the north of me. I landed on the roof and sat down, facing south. I sat with my arms on my knees, looking out into the darkness to the south. I felt delirious, but everything seemed peaceful and nice. The scene around me seemed to be made of dark yellows and brows, as though it were not quite real. I watched the dark lawn to the south as a few men came out of the building and headed south on the path. I thought that they might be some of the men looking for me. I did not feel as concerned about them. It felt good to be here, so i enjoyed the unfocused feeling.

12023 December 06

I moved to the north a little as i spoke to the other person. The other person was to the southwest of me and seemed like my mother. We were talking about the dogs. Something about the dogs made them seem special. I thought that they had to be sneaked out of the place where they were. I thought that they would travel across the country until they got to the place where we needed them. I imagined the dogs escaping from the place where they had been kept and making their way to another place. I thought that they would have to hide so that the bad guys did not find them. I saw the map, which showed the southwestern United States. The dogs seemed to have come from near the southern boarder or in the area of Arizona. Red lines indicated that the dogs spread out across the western states, but they all converged at a location that seemed to be somewhere near northwestern Nevada. This seemed strange. I thought that the dogs should have made their way to the northeastern United States. I wondered why they would have been collected in the western state. I decided that the lab where they would be safe must be hidden in that state. I thought that it might be a secret military base. I looked to the north again, across the flat ground, which sloped upward slightly to the north. The area seemed to be covered with a soft fuzzy grass, but it also seemed like the inside of a building. It was an area of the building where few people were, though. This place seemed like Mudd Hall, and i thought that i was in the laboratory on the upper floor. I was hiding here, knowing that few people ever came up here. The stairwell seemed to be in the center of the western side of the room, and i thought that the dogs had come in through that area. I moved to the center of the room. A large rectangular hole was in the floor to the east of me. It had a white thin rim that was about a deci tall. I knew that the hole led down to the lower floors of the building, forming an atrium. I wanted to look over the edge of the opening, but i thought that i would have to remain hidden from the others. I did not want the people in the lab to know what i was here. I spoke to the woman who was to the southeast of me. Something about this area seemed special. I tried to do something, and i hoped that the others did not discover that we were up here. I felt hesitant of the he opening to the east of me, thinking that it was a long way down to the bottom floor. Some people started moving to the north of me. They headed to the west as i talked to the woman. The man headed for the elevator, which was in the center of the eastern wall. Someone said that the radiation was in the elevator and that it should not be bad for the man. I felt worried about the man. He pushed an object to the elevator. He was directly to the north of me. The elevator closed, but the man was not in it. He moved to the south a little, wedging himself between the cement western wall and a thick square cement column that was about a half meter from the wall. The man seemed to be wearing a trench coat as he pressed against the wall and column with his arms. He shrugged and smiled, as though enjoying the humor of the situation. I was glad that he was spared of the radiation. He seemed like $A20.

I was sitting on the eastern side of the small round cafe table, which as against the northern wall of the eastern part of the room. The room seemed roughly L shaped, and the internal corner was just to the west of where the table was on the northern wall. My mother was sitting across the table from me, on the west, and my father sat on the southern side of the table. We had just finished eating the meal, and we were getting ready to go. I stood up, noticing the white spots on the table. I thought that some of the spots had transferred to the sleeves of my shirt. I thought that the table must have had wet paint on it, and i mentioned this to my parents. I felt annoyed as i put by black peacoat on. I looked at the sleeves of my jacket, hoping that they did not have any paint on them. An older woman had been standing to the south of my mother, and she seemed displeased that something was on the table. She seemed very formal, and i thought that she would be upset by the problem. I looked at the side of my jacket, noticing a large patch of white, which looked like a glob of plaster. I pulled the rubbery substance from my jacket, but i noticed several other splashes. I pulled several of them off. The woman to the south of us turned to leave to the southwest, not wanting to deal with the situation. I felt bad that she was upset with us. A woman was then standing to the southwest of the table. She smiled as she leaned forward to say something to us. She seemed like a waiter, and she seemed very cheerful toward us. I thought that she liked us, and i felt glad that she was happy with our stay. I headed to the southeast, thinking that i had to get back to our hotel room.

12023 December 07

I was a bright but gray day, and i was walking to the north along the sidewalk on the western side of the suburban street. The buildings around me seemed to be businesses or apartment houses. A car was pulled to the curb to the northeast of me, and people were getting into it. As i passed, i recognized some of the people in the car. I stopped to watch them for a moment, realizing that they were $G3. The car seemed like a van, with a wide door open on the western side. A man stood on the southern side of the doorway, letting others pass through the door to the north of him. He was slender and had short blond hair that was combed back from his face. A man in the car called his name, and i realized that i knew him. I wanted to say hello to him, but i felt uncomfortable. I stood and watched as everyone got into the car and started driving to the north. I was to the northwest of the car as the driver started moving. The car seemed like a limousine now, and the drive was wearing sunglasses. I seemed to recognize him, and i waved to him as the car started. He slouched a little to see me through the windshield. He seemed unsure of who i was, but he waved at me as he drove the car to the north, passing me. I waved back at them. I then turned to the north and continued walking up the sidewalk of the street. About twenty meters no the north of me was an intersection. The car was gone as i reached the intersection. I thought that it had turned to the west. As i reached the corner, it was dark out, and a man came from the west, walking quickly in front of me. I recognized him as $A32, and i greeted him. He turned quickly to me as he stopped to the northeast of me. He smiled and said hello. It was good to see him, and i chatted for a moment before he continued to the east. I wanted to talk to him for longer, but i knew that i did not know him that well, so i could only say hello. I started walking to the west, aware of a car stopping at the intersection to the east of me. The car had come from the south, and it slowly pulled into the intersection, turning west. I felt aware of the car, and i thought that it was following me. I did not want the person in the car to see where i was going. I tried walking a little slowly so that the car would have to pass me. A large gray stone building was to the south of me. It seemed to be the house on the corner of the street, and it was the building that i was supposed to go in. I thought that it was where i lived, and it seemed like the house on Nanticoke. It was daylight again, and the building to the south of me had an entrance on the western end of the northern face. The entrance was set into the building by about two meters, and a curved set of stairs rose to meet the door. I headed up the stairs, but i realized that, by climbing the stairs, the man from the car would know where i lived. I had to pretend that this was not my house. I could hear the car to the northwest of me as i reached the entryway of the building. An archway was in the western wall of the entryway. I paused at the top of the stairs, thinking that i could pretend that i was pretending to go into the building. I heard the car turn to the south, down a street that was not that far from the building. I looked through the archway, pretending that i had not intended to go into the house. I wanted the man to think that i was faking going into the house to avoid him. A narrow parking lot was to the west of the house, and i looked across it from the archway. The lot was about five meters wide, and a low chain-link fence ran along the western side of it. Weeds grew up through the fence. A narrow alley was on the other side of the fence, and i watched the man drive the old car to the south down the lane. The car seemed like it was from the seventies, with square features. The man watched me as he drove to the south, passing behind some trees to the southwest of me. He seemed angry with me as he watched me. I started to back into the center of the porch when i heard a strange rumbling sound. It sounded almost like a growl, and i was not sure where it had come from. It seemed to be rather close to me. I remembered hearing the same sound as i was walking along the front of the building, and i thought that it might be coming from the building. The sound was rather clear, though, so i did not make sense that it had come from within the building. I leaned back to the west, through the archway to see where the strange sound was coming from. The asphalt parking area ran to the south, along the western side of the building. It seemed old and worn, and no cars were in it. It was dark out, but i could see the side of the building clearly. I heard the grumbling noise again. I was not sure what i was, but, as i leaned a little farther to the west, holding on to one of the columns of the archway with my left hand, i could see a large vent in the western wall of the building, about two meters to the south of me. I thought that it was a dryer vent, and i thought that the sound might be coming from the vent. It was strange that i would have heard the sound from the front of the building, though. It had sounded as though it was coming from someplace other than the vent here. I thought about this as i turned to the south and headed into the building, walking to the south, down a narrow corridor that ran though the center of the building. I rounded some corners, turning to the west and then to the south. I remembered the hallways of this building. As i headed down a wide corridor, which seemed like an old street between two old brick buildings, i thought that i had to do something. I was driving the car down the corridor, but i was following a few other cars down the street. The street seemed like it was only a lane and a half, and it seemed to be constructed for walking. The ground seemed covered with cobblestones, and it seemed uneven. I stopped the car near the southern end of the street, just behind the car to the south of me. I felt impatient. I had to write something down, and i reached into my left pocket, but the car ahead of me moved, turning to the east. I was in a line of traffic, and i had to pay attention to the road, so i would not be able to take any notes. I felt agitated. I had to write something down, but i could not do it while i was driving. I turned my white car to the east, following the line of traffic down the corridor, which seemed to descend a little into the ground. I seemed to be caught in the traffic, and i felt anxious to get somewhere so i could do something. I felt annoyed that i could not do something because i was driving. At the eastern end of the corridor, the others ahead of me turned to the south. I paused at the intersection, standing in the middle of the intersection of corridors. A wide opening was in the eastern wall, to the east of the intersection. I looked to the southeast, though the opening. I could see what appeared to be a large paved lot at an airport. A large metal airplane was parked outside, facing south. The tail end of the fuselage was not that far from the opening. I thought that we would not be able to go out onto the tarmac where the airplanes were, because it was probably a secure area. I then wondered if we should be in this part of the building. We seemed to be in the back corridors of an airport. I started heading down the corridor to the south, following the other person. I realized that we had left our cars to the northwest somewhere, and i thought that we would have to go back to get them. This did not seem right, though. I wondered how we would get back to our cars if they were parked in the secure area of the airport. I felt confused. I thought that our cars might get towed if we left them were they were. I thought that we would have to get back to our cars to move them, but i continued to head down the narrow corridor. We turned to the west. We seemed to be in a maintenance area of the airport, and i hoped that we would not get in trouble for being here. I thought that we had to get back to the cars, and i tried to remember what the corridors near the car had looked like. I thought that they would be more public. I was still holding the leash of the small tan dog, which trotted near my feet. I held the leash in my left had, and the dog walked with me around the corner as we started heading to the west. I looked at the southern wall of the corridor, trying to figure out where i was. I did not seem to remember this part of the airport. The walls were dull dark green, and they seemed to be covered with tiles. I glanced down at the dog, thinking that i could probably carry it so that it was not walking in the airport. I knew that dogs would not be allowed in the airport. Others were walking ahead of me in the corridor, and i followed them about three meters behind them. I thought that we really did not know where we were heading, and i thought that we should ask someone, but i did not see anyone who seemed to work for the airport. The others with me were fellow travelers. The corridor was only a few meters wide, and the southern wall was uneven. Near the western end of the southern wall was a small indented section with a door on the western wall. The two people ahead of me pushed open the yellow metal door and walked inside. I could see the northern section of a room that had a cement floor. Airplane parts seemed to be in the room, and i thought that it was some kind of maintenance bay. The metal object in the center of the room seemed to be a large engine. As the man closed the door behind him, he was holding a cell phone to his right ear. I thought that he seemed suspicious, and i wondered if he was plotting something with the other person. I watched the door close as i passed. At the western end of the corridor, i turned to the north. The corridor to the north was also very narrow: less than two meters wide. It seemed to curve slightly, bowing to the west. The western wall was decorated with a textured with large white logos. This corridor seemed to be a public corridor rather than part of a security area, and i felt a little relieved that i was back in the public part of the airport. I hoped that i would recognize more of these corridors as i went so i could figure out how i could get back to where i needed to be. Ahead of me, near the end of the corridor, i saw a woman in a white button-up short-sleeve shirt. She seemed to be an employee of the airport, so i thought that i could ask her where i should go. She had been heading south across the western side of a large room, heading toward the entrance to the corridor. I reached the end of the corridor as she did, and i asked her questions about where we were, saying that i needed to get back to our cars. The dog i had been walking with wandered ahead of me, into the large open room to the north. The room opened up to the northeast. It had a very high ceiling and metal shelfs that ran east to west. The shelfs were filled with grocery products. I watched the dog walk up to a young man near the western end of one of the aisles as i talked to the woman. The man walked the dog to the east, down one of the aisles. I felt cautious of the dog, thinking that the young man might not be paying enough attention to the dog. The dog reached the eastern end of the short aisle and jumped up onto a low shelf to the north. the shelf was underneath a large plastic container, which seemed to be a juice dispenser. I felt annoyed that the man had allowed the dog to jump on the machine. I excused myself form the woman and started down the aisle, calling to the man, saying that he should not feed the dog. The woman called from behind me, saying that the dog should not be on the food machines. I thought that it would be considered unsanitary for the dog to be near the food machines. I headed toward the man. The man pulled out the large plastic bin that was under the juice machine. It was filled with a thin orange liquid, which seemed like an orange pop. The man dumped the tray into a lower shelf. I felt annoyed with the man, watching the juice dump out over the shelf. I thought that it was some kind of pineapple juice. I was annoyed with the man for wasting the juice. The man held the round plastic tray for a moment as the dog move toward the lower shelf to drink the liquid. I thought that the man was trying to give the dog the food without letting the dog climb onto the juice machine. I told the boy that the dog should not be drinking pineapple juice. I felt annoyed with him.

12023 December 09

I walked out of the house to the east, descending the short steep hill to the street. I had just woken up, and i was still wrapped in a blanket and some sheets. My mother had just left the house and walked up the street to the north. This area seemed familiar and old. I had come from a small house, which seemed to have a wide deck on the eastern side. The house was low, with a large window on the northern end of the eastern face. The deck was just above the ground, and it ran to the edge of the embankment that sloped down to the road. Bushes or low plants filled the space on the hill just below the eastern edge of the deck. The house seemed to have a peaked roof and dark siding. I started to the north on the street, which ended at an intersection only about ten meters from the house. I was aware that i still had the blanket draped around me, and i thought that i should take it off. I felt that i had to leave this place, and i thought that i should get ready to go. I walked down to the intersection and looked around. The land to the north seemed to slope into a gorge. Trees and low plants filled the view, so i could not see what was to the north. I looked west, thinking that my mother must have walked that direction. I could not see here. The street curved a little to the southwest, so i could only see until the curve. I felt concerned about something, but i had to get my things together to head out. I walked back to the house and entered. I came into a wide living room. The lights were off, but the gray outside light illuminated the room. A small collection of things was on the low surface in the center of the room. The surface seemed like a bed. The things seemed to be my bags. I stood to the southeast of the bed as my mother entered from the west. She asked my about my things, and i told her that i would be leaving. She said something about the things, implying that they were all together and ready. I thought that i would have to eat something.

12023 December 10

I was walking to the east, but the bus had already stared driving away. I felt upset, because it had left early, and i was supposed to get on it. The other bus was still standing on the northern side of the small parking lot, facing east. Several people were waiting to get on to that bus, and those people seemed to be classmates of mine. $F4 seemed to be in that group. I was supposed to get on a different bus, though. I called to the bus that was driving away and started running after it. The bus turned to the south, toward the entrance to the lot. I followed it, but it drove away on the east-to-west road. I was upset and wondered what i should do. I thought that i would have to find a space on the other bus. I wondered if i would be able to sit with $F4. I headed back to the west, feeling abandoned. I would have to ask if there was room on the other bus to take me. I thought that i would have to convince them that i had to get back to the place that we were all going to. I hoped that they would take me. I worried that they would not be able to take me and that i would be left here. I passed $F4 as i turned to the north to head to the door of the bus. A person rushed off the bus as i reached the door, which was on the eastern end of the southern side of the bus. The bus driver was sitting in his seat to the north of me. I asked about taking this bus back, but the driver did not seem to respond. Something had happened to the bathroom on the bus. I felt a little confused, and i was worried that they would not be able to take me. I thought that i would have to walk all the way back to the city area. I noticed that the seats behind the driver were splattered with brown droplets. I thought that this was from the bathroom. Something must have exploded. This bus would not be leaving either.

I moved around the kitchen area on the northern side of the house, feeling anxious. I had been visiting here, and i had to get ready to leave. I thought that i still had to pack my things. I had been thinking this for a while. I remembered being in the other room, thinking that i had to pack my things so that i could leave this place, and i felt more and more anxious about it. I did not feel that i was ready. I moved to the north, looking around at the counters. The kitchen seemed to have bright-red surfaces. The short western wall and the longer northern wall both seemed to have cabinets on it. I thought that i would have to get the food together to leave. I had entered the kitchen through an opening in the western end of the southern wall. A counter seemed to be on the southern wall of the room as well, but a large appliance was just to the east of the doorway. I felt tense, thinking that i had to get going. It seemed as though i had been trying to get things together for a while, but i still felt anxious about leaving. I turned to the west, wondering what food i should get. I then thought that i really did not need any food. This place seemed like the house of a relative. I felt a little relieved that i did not need to get any food. I turned to the south and told the woman that i did not need to pack any food. I thought that i would have to get my clothing, and i thought that i had already packed most of my things. Something still seemed to make me uneasy, though.

12023 December 11

I moved to the east a little, looking down at the wet sandy ground. The water had formed puddles on the ground, and small animals were moving around in the water. I was aware of a person to the northeast of me as i crouched down to look at the animals. I noticed a small cluster of animals in a puddle to the southeast of me. I was surprised to see that they looked very human. There were four men lying on the ground, two with their heads to the north and two with their heads to the west. They seemed to be lying on top of one another. I noticed a small bright-red round animal covering the lower abdomen and groin of the northernmost man with his head to the west. The animal looked like an anemone, and it had tiny tentacles fanning out from the sides of its ring. I thought it appropriate that the animal would cover up the groins of the miniature men. I then realized that it was strange that the animals would look so much like humans. They were only about a deci long. The men seemed to lay very still, but the southernmost man with his head to the west reached down, as though to push the round animal covering his groin out of the way. He seemed uncomfortable. I wondered if the men and the anemones had some type of sexual symbiosis. I looked around at some of the other puddles. A long brown creature that looked like a gastropod or salamander moved in a puddle to the north of me. The man to the northeast of me was crouching on the sand as well. He seemed like $A682. I thought that he was doing something on the ground. I moved to the southeast of the puddle i had been looking at with the men in it. Something seemed special about the animals that looked like humans. I looked down at them again. They seemed to be crossed over each other, forming as though forming a number sign. The westernmost man with his head to the west was wearing a red tunic. The one to the east of him seemed to be wearing a blue tunic. I could see them clearly, even though the northernmost man with his head to the west seemed to be lying across them. I focused on the northern man’s groin, seeing that the creature over it was actually a small octopus. It had its legs curled under its head, and one eye was facing up. It was tannish white with brown patches around its body. I wondered how a sexual match would work between the men and the octopi. It seemed strange that such a thing would work. I then saw the man on the southern side move again. He lifted his head, looking down at the octopus over his groin. He seemed uncomfortable, and he pushed at the octopus or anemone with his right hand. He wore a gray shirt. Something about his movements made me think that he was distressed. I moved a little to the west, thinking that these creatures were very strange and somewhat special. I then thought that i should get a picture of them. I looked up to the northeast, but i did not see anything specific. I thought that i did not have my camera with me, and i tried to get my phone out. I knew that i would have to hurry, because the creatures might move away. I glanced back down at the ground, noticing that two of the men had already sunk back into the sandy ground. I felt disappointed, but i could not get my phone out quickly. I looked again at the ground. The men had all faded back into the ground. I thought that this was something special, and i referred to them as fairies in my mind. I thought that i would have to remember this. I tried to pick up the piece of paper that i had written the notes on. I looked at the small white square of paper that had black writing on it in marker. I tossed the paper to the west so that it would be with my other things. I was aware of $A682 watching me from the north. I felt annoyed with him, thinking that he would demean what i was doing. I focused on the paper, realizing that it was not the one i had intended to keep. I looked down under me, seeing several papers scattered across the ground. I sifted through them, trying to find the one that i had written on, but i could not find it among the papers on the ground. I realized that it seemed strange that it would have disappeared in the other papers. I did not want $A682 to think that i could not find what i was looking for, so i pretended that the paper i had tossed to the west was the correct one. I moved to the northwest, looking at the other puddles on the ground. Several other animals seemed to be in the puddles. I then rolled over to sit on the ground, and i looked to the southeast. A large wooden wall was to the southeast of me. It had fading and chipping red paint on it, and it seemed like the outer wall of a barn. I thought about the four creatures, thinking that they were fairies. As i stared at the wood on the wall, i thought that it was something special to see fairies. Something then moved on the ceiling above me. I quickly shifted my gaze to see a small salamander standing on the ceiling, over the light fixture. It was dark in the room, but the light was gently illuminated in a small circle of light. I then remembered that the ground had been covered with other creatures. I was now lying on my back, and i wondered if i had lied down on some salamanders. I had been lying down with my head to the north, and i rolled to the west to look at the ground under me. It was too dark to see clearly, but i rubbed my right hand across the flannel sheets that i had been lying on. I could see the corner of the white sheets in the dim illumination, to the northwest of me. I realized that $A682 was sleeping in the bed to the east of me, and i felt uncomfortable with him. I lied back down on my right side, thinking that i should remember the fairies.

12023 December 12

I talked to the others at the event, which seemed to be a party at $A634’s and $A768’s house. I moved slowly to the north, weaving through the crowd of people. I was thinking about the two categories and how i would have to divide things into the two groups. Something about the groups seemed important, and i tried to figure out how i could arrange the groups. I thought that i would have to label them with ID numbers, which i would write on small manila tags. A person was standing to the northwest of me, and i moved up behind the person, placing my hands on the sides of their rib cage. I was demonstrating something. The tall thin person stood still for a moment, and i felt a warm comfort from the touching. It felt like a hug, and i relaxed a little with the feeling. A woman to the southwest of me then asked about having someone to live with. I turned to the west, looking at the opening in the wall of the room. The western wall seemed to be three or four meters away. I told the woman that i had a close relationship with another person, and i pointed to $F12, who was moving south, to the northwest of me. I felt very close to him, but i knew that we did not live together. The woman watched $F12 as he headed for the opening in the western wall. She asked me if i was with him now. I felt disappointed that i was not, and i told her that i did not live with $F12. The woman seemed like $F43. I wanted to be closer to $F12, and i was sad that i did not have the opportunity to do so. I moved toward the opening, which now seemed like an opening in a tall fence. A chain-link fence ran parallel to the western wall, to the west of the wall. I could see it through the opening and through the large window that was in the western wall, just to the north of the opening. the area to the west seemed like a dugout. People were queued in the narrow corridor between the window and fence, facing north. I thought that they were waiting in queue to get drinks from the area to the north. $F12 had headed past them to the north. I stepped into the corridor, and i asked the people to the north of me if they were queued for drinks. They said that the drinks were to the north. I nodded in acknowledgment and walked past them, heading north. I entered the eastern end of a small basement room, which ran to the north. Containers were stacking on the floor against the northern wall of the room, and i thought that they contained the bottles of different types of pop. I looked over the options as a few others glanced down at the crates. There did not seem to be a lot of options to the drinks, and i felt a little annoyed. I looked at some of the drinks to the north of me as i made a comment on the drinks. $A103 was standing to the west of me. He suggested that i grab a can of tea. I looked at the drinks in the cases to the northwest of me and thought that tea might be a good suggestion. I grabbed a bottle of tea and pulled it up. It was in a yellow can, but i realized that the bottle i had pulled up was not what i had expected. I thought that i would grab a twelve-ounce can of tea, but the bottle i had pulled up seemed larger. I decided that the larger size was good anyway, and i headed to the west. I started talking about the race, noticing the person to the north of me in the emerald-green jacket.

12023 December 13

I was in the small bedroom of the house, and it was dark. The bed was to the west of me, and $A855 was sitting on the bed. He invited me to join him, and i felt interested in being intimate with him. I moved onto the bed, pushing him back, to the west. He lay down, and i lied on top of him. His light-gray shirt was unbuttoned, and i push my face into his chest, feeling his warm skin. He seemed nicely built, and it felt nice to be with him. I lifted my head, looking down at $A855. Something seemed strange about being with him, but i it also felt good to be with him. I then thought that i should not be intimate with him, because $F71 would be upset. I leaned back, looking at $A855. I slided backward on the bed, trying to get up. As i moved back over $A855’s leg, i heard a noise just behind me. It sounded like a small popping sound and then air blowing. I looked down at the sheets, noticing that a small patch of the sheets to the east of me was lifted, and i knew that air was leaking from the mattress. I realized that the mattress must be an air mattress. I thought that it would have made more sense if it were a waterbed. I wondered how it got punctured. $A855 was to the northeast of me, and his left foot was now to the east of me. His legs were bare, but i could see a loose sandal on his foot. The straps on the sandal were undone, and i could see the metal pin of the buckle sticking up. I thought that the pin must have punctured the mattress. I told $A855 about this. $A855 then started talking on the telephone about the issue. The telephone had been on the cubical nightstand that was to the east of the northern side of the bed. An incandescent light was on the table to the northwest of the telephone. I looked at the square white plastic telephone that was on the table as $A855 spoke. I realized that he was talking to $A606. I felt a little annoyed, thinking that i did not want $A606 to know that i was here. I did not know that $A855 knew $A606. I felt bad about $F71. I realized that i had been intimate with $A855 several times, and i wondered why i would have done this when i knew that $F71 might be upset by this. It did not make sense. I moved to the eastern side of the room, worrying about what i would say to $F71. I did not understand why i would have been intimate with $A855. I had then left the room, leaving to the north, through the doorway that was in the northern wall of the room, to the east of the nightstand. I turned to the right and started to the north, down the hall. As i turned, i looked to the west, seeing a small room to the west. The hall opened into the room, and the room had dark-gray walls and modern padded furniture. I thought about $F71 as i looked at the room and continued to the north, feeling guilty. I was then walking into the room to the north, and $F71 was walking to the east of me. The room opened up to the northwest of us, and i spoke to $F71 as we walked into the room. He motioned to the northwest, and i turned in that direction. Couches and chairs were set up in the room. They seemed to be off-white. I noticed the low stacks of colorful shapes on the floor. I motioned to the parts, acknowledging what $F71 had said. As we approached, i thought that the parts looked like pieces of a model airplane. The parts were in bright colors, with different parts red or blue. The stacks seemed to be of about five the same part, and there were ten to fifteen stacks on the floor.

12023 December 16

I had been heading to the north, but i was now heading south. I had to get to the meeting. I felt rushed. A man was with me as we entered the room of the building. A man was sitting on the floor on the western side of the room. Something seemed wrong. I glimpsed the man to the west. He was looking to the south in shock. I wondered what was wrong. I then heard voices somewhere in the room. I was then heading south again, worried about what was in the room. $A856 was with me. He stopped me and asked me for the login information. I felt annoyed. It seemed that i had come here for a meeting, but they only wanted to know how i got into my work systems. I told them that they could have just invited me to work here again. I felt nervous about this situation thought. I headed to the south again.

I woke up in the small bed, which was against the western wall of the small bedroom. I felt groggy, but i knew that i had something to do. I headed to the north, entering the store. I thought that i needed to pick something up here. I then realized that it was late in the evening, and the store would be closing soon. I felt uncomfortable. A person was standing near a computer to the east of me, and i apologized for being in the store so late. I headed to the south, thinking that i had to get my things. I seemed to be back in the bedroom, where i had been sleeping with some other people. It seemed that the others had already left. I had needed to sleep after the event that we had gone to, but the others did not. I felt frustrated, thinking that i had many things that i needed to pack. My tent was still set up to the northwest of me. I was anxious about all of the things that i had to pack. I picked up several things and started making a pile just to the north of me. I then headed to the north to get something. I reentered the store. Realizing that this was not where i wanted to be, i headed back to the south, down the long hallway, which seemed to go through the center of the building. The hall seemed to be unlighted, but the light from the southern end illuminated the entire corridor. I exited the building to the south. The ground outside seemed to be eroded to the south. A ledge of lawn ran along the southern side of the building. It was about two meters wide. The land to the south dropped by about a meter. The dirt right at the edge was cracked, ready to crumble into the ditch. To the west of me, several trunks were stacked on the edge of the ledge. They were dull black and made of heavy plastic. I walked past them, but i ended up knocking them over. This annoyed me. I thought that the trucks were used to store the folding chairs. I fixed the stack and then walked away.

I moved to the south, long the paved surface, toward the row of booths with gates between them. the two or three booths were white, and a white roof connected them. The openings between the booths had entry gates across them. I was riding in a wheelchair, though i was aware that i did not really need it. A set of red metal steps ran up to the gates, and i had to stop to lift my wheelchair up the steps. I was annoyed that i had to get out of the chair, but i also know that i could have walked up the steps. It seemed as though i was not supposed to walk here, though. A man came out of the booth to the east of the gate that i had approached, and he helped me move the wheel chain up the stairs. I wondered if he would have to inspect the chair for anything that would not be allowed inside. I showed the man the long tube that i had been carrying. It seemed to be a cardboard tube with posters in it. I also had a long bag with a shoulder strap. I told the man that i would be wearing the bag. The man then pointed out that umbrella that i had on my wheelchair. I knew that it would be a problem, so i thought that i would have to stash it somewhere that people would not take it. I then headed to the west, along the edge of the rocky cliff. A wide valley stretched out to the southeast, and it was filled with a large lake. I was heading for the lake, but i was following the stream down the bottom of the gorge. The stream seemed to flow to the lake. I walked down the center of the stream, stepping from rock to rock. I tried to stay on the dry rocks that stuck above the level of the water, but i kept stepping into the water, so my feet felt wet. I could hear people above me, to the south. They must have been walking along the path at the rim of the gorge. I stopped suddenly, realizing that i had forgotten my water bottle. Annoyed, i headed back up the stream. I then thought that i could float back down the stream with the younger people, who seemed to be college students. It seemed like it would be more fun to float than to walk.

12023 December 18

I felt good as i stood in the open area, talking with the others with me. I turned to the west, looking at the billowing clouds low on the horizon. They were colored with yellow highlights on the upper right arches of the clouds. I said something about the clouds to the man to the east of me, saying that it was a nice sunset. The trees and buildings around me seemed to be in silhouette, and the small bundle of clouds was the only light in the sky to the east. I looked at my hand, suddenly realizing that the light shining on me seemed to be pink. The light was bright, and i thought that it was strange that the other light was shining down on me from somewhere overhead. I looked up to the south to see the moon very high in the sky. The moon was almost full, with a dark wedge missing from the lower left side. It was pale yellow, and i knew that the source of the pink light could not be the moon. Another person with me was standing to the southwest of me as i looked up. I turned to the southwest and noticed a large oval patch in the sky. It was pink, and pink stars sparkled in it. I felt interested in the glowing area, and i realized that this was something special. I thought that it looked like an open cluster, but i knew that it had to be something different. The pink glow faded suddenly, shrinking from an elongated egg-shaped patch on sky to a round dot in the upper right part of the area where the patch had been. I knew that the pink dot was not supposed to be in the sky, and i realized that it must be a supernova. I felt excited to see it, and i told the man to the west of me that the light was from a supernova. The man to the west of me seemed to be $A591. He was running with us as part of $G4, and he was walking slowly to the north. I then thought that the light had faded very quickly, so it might not have been a supernova. I thought that the decay of a supernova’s brightness would have been slower. I thought that it might be a regular nova, and i thought about saying this to $A591. I felt excited about this event. I then turned my attention back to the north, where the other $G4 had started moving. We had been running a trail, and we were still trying to find out where to go. I noticed a mark on the ground in pink chalk. It was an arrow that pointed north, and it had letters to the east of it. I called out for the others as i started heading to the north, but i then noticed some of the other runners to the east of me. I was in the middle of a wide intersection, and the sidewalk to the east of me curved from the southeast to the north. It was about five meters from me, and the people were running up the sidewalk. As they ran, i noticed pink marks on the sidewalk near them. If they were on trail, then the mark i had seen should not have been trail. I realized that the mark i had seen was probably from a later part of the trail. I tried to tell the others that it might not be the correct direction to go for trail, but they were already running to the north. I felt a little disappointed, but i followed them. They were stopped about ten meters to the north of me. I thought that they must have gotten to an intersection in the trail and they were waiting to check out the different directions.

I moved to the northwest, on the southern side of the large garage, which seemed to be the garage of my parents’ farmhouse. Several cars were parked in the large garage to the north of me. I tried to move the small car that i was in, but a large pickup truck was to the west of me. My father stood to the northwest of me, behind a black car that was parked on the western side of the garage, facing north. My father watched the cars to the south. I tried to back the car that i was in to the southeast, but i seemed very close to the other cars in the room. I felt worried that i would run into one of them. The other car to the southwest of me moved, then. My mother was backing a large pickup truck to the southeast. Her truck was moving to the southwest of me. I realized that she was very close to the large pickup truck that was parked on the western side of the garage, to the south of the car that my father was near. I watched as her truck turned and scraped against the larger pickup truck. I thought that she would be damaging the cars by scraping them together, but she did not seem to mind. This seemed very strange. I moved to the west, walking to the west of the car that was near my father. I had to do something to fix the car that i had here. I stopped near the front end of the green car, which was on the northern side of the car. I thought that i had to replace some of the parts of the car. I opened the hood of the car, but the car was no longer a vehicle. A thin wooden frame now stood where the front bumper of the car had been. I had to replace the battery in side the car, but i was looking at something on the top of the western side of the fender. It seemed that i had opened the hood by pulling it up and to the south, away from the fender. The fender started beeping. When i looked more closely at the wooden beam that ran across the top of the curved fender, i noticed several small LEDs and some hinged brackets. I thought that the hinges must have opened when i lifted the hood up, and they were signaling that the battery was low. I looked at the wood frame, thinking that i would need more light to work. I glanced up, noticing a horse trotting toward the garage through the window in the eastern part of the northern wall of the garage. The brown horse seemed excited, and it moved toward the window. I remembered that the horses had been in the large field behind the garage for a while, and it was nice to see them again. As i watched the horse, though, i noticed two women jogging to the west beyond the horse. This seemed strange. I wondered how they were running through the field. I thought that they should not have been there, but i remembered that people used to cross through my parents’ property. I moved a little to the east so that i was outside the garage, where i could get a better view. The field was only about a hundred meters wide to the north, and a road now ran along the northern side of the filed. Houses were just to the north of the road. This all seemed very now. The houses had not been there previously, and the road was new. The two joggers ran to the west, heading out of sight. Other joggers in red training pants and matching jackets ran down the road to the west. They seemed to be part of a track team, and i thought that they must have come from the local school, though i was aware that the local school was quite a way away. It seemed too far for the team to have jogged. I felt a little auspicious of them. They reached the western end of the road and then turned to the south, heading through the forest that was to the west. This did not seem right, and i worried that they would do something in the yard of my parents’ house. I watched the forest, looking for signs of them moving through the trees. I then heard their voices. They were heading back across the yard to the south of the garage. I could not see them, but i could hear them talking. I wondered if they were talking to someone in the house. I then heard my mother’s voice to the south of me, and i thought that she must be talking to them from the house. She did not know where they had come from. I headed back to the west, toward the garage, to see them. I felt annoyed with them. I walked between the small rectangular garden and the house, which was just to the south of me. The garden to the north had a thin fence around it, which seemed to be a sheet of plastic mesh that was held up by thin metal poles. I looked at the new house to the south, thinking that it had not been here long. I thought that my parents had constructed it on their property and then rented it. I picked up a round rock from the garden, which was about the size of a softball. It had a rough shape. I felt annoyed with the runners for cutting back through the yard. I tossed the round rock to the west to get it back by the garage. Two young women were sitting on the grass near the southern edge of the garden, to the west of me. The rock bounced on the grass to the south of them and then continued rolling toward the garage, to the west. I realized that the rock was still moving rather quickly as it approached the garage, and i thought that it might roll into the basement window, which was low on the building. I tensed for a moment, thinking that the rock might go through the window. I was glad when it curved a little and rolled to a stop in front of the window. I continued walking to the west, toward the garage. I passed a similar basement window in the house to the south of me. One of the young women was talking about the windows, and she said that they should be replaced by now. I thought that this was a rental property, so the owners were probably going to replace the windows. I did not know much about this place anymore, because my parents no longer owned the house.

12023 December 22

I stopped just to the west of the pile of plastic coolers, which was on the ground. People were gathered all around me in the outside area, which seemed to be to the east of a large building. I looked over the coolers, thinking that i would have to get my coolers from the pile to take them home. I had used some of them for the event, which was now over. The others had been celebrating the event as well, and we were all now getting ready to leave. I spotted a white cooler on the northwestern side of the pile. It was standing on its side, with the lid facing east. It had black writing on the edge of the lid, so i thought that i was mine. I lifted the cooler, noticing large black letters in marker on the side of the cooler. The side of the cooler had large round recessed areas in it. The holes ran in a row down the side of the cooler, and the plastic around the holes curved down to the sides of the cooler. The writing seemed to say “SOL ISLANDS”. I remembered this cooler from before. I had used it when i floated in the regatta. I was representing Solomon Islands, which seemed like a very small island in the river, which was to the north of us. I mentioned this to the woman who was sitting in a lawn chair to the southeast of me. I had the cooler with me when i was paddling with the others in the regatta. I pictured myself sitting on a small boat in the middle of the wide river. I was paddling to the west, following a long line of boats. I knew that the islands that i represented were not as big as the other islands that the other boats represented. The other boats were larger with more people, but i felt proud to represent the two small islands in the river. I seemed to be straddling a small white box as i paddled. I thought about telling the others about the race. I moved clockwise around the pile, looking for other coolers. It seemed that i should have a larger cooler from the event that just ended. I looked over the red and blue coolers in the pile as i rounded the northern side and stopped on the eastern side of the pile. I noticed some clear plastic bowls on the northern side of the pile that looked familiar. I considered them for a moment, wondering if they had come from our kitchen. When i looked back at them, i noticed that they had red labels down the sides. They were really square bins with rounded corners. The red lines marked gradients for measuring. I thought that they belonged to the kitchen that we had rented, so they were not the ones that we had. I should leave them here. A woman to the southeast then said something to me. I was still looking at the pile of coolers to find the correct one. I moved back to the western side of the pile, noticing a blue cooler on its side in the pile. I could see black writing on the edge of the white lid of the cooler. I lifted the cooler, remembering that i had a cooler with similar writing on it. The eastern side of the cooler was still wet. I looked at the writing, which had large white letters. I realized that it was not my handwriting. I put the cooler back down on the ground and turned to the northwest to pick up the white cooler that i had been looking at before. I could not see the white cooler that i had taken on the regatta before. I wondered if someone else had taken it.

I pushed my bicycle to the south, down the western end of the Ag Quad. It was dark out, and i was crossing the college campus, heading to classes. I thought that i could lock my bicycle on the racks that were under Kennedy Hall, on the western side of the quadrangle. As i moved down one of the paths of the quadrangle, heading southeast, i looked around at the people walking across the lawn around me. I then focused on two men who had been walking behind me. I felt suspicious of them and thought that they were following me. I did not want them to see where i would lock up my bicycle, so i stopped in the middle of the open area for a moment. Someone was then to the south of me. He was someone that i knew, and i said hello to him as i glanced at the two men. The men watched me as they walked to the south, passing to the west of me on another path, which was about five meters away. I continued chatting with the man to the south of me, who was $A857, asking him if he was going to the lecture again. We chatted for a moment, and then i rolled my bicycle to the west-northwest. A bicycle rack was under an overhanging floor of the building to the north of the rack. I realized that the rack was not that far under the overhang, so i thought that the bicycles might still get wet when the rain fell. The man still seemed to be to the south of me as i bent over to lock up the bicycle. I looked closely at something on the back hub of the bicycle. I started threading a thin white string through the opening of the gear on the hub. The woman to the southwest of me made a comment on what i was doing, and i realized that it did not make sense to thread the chord through the loops on the bicycle. I thought that i should have run the chain for the lock through the bicycle instead. I wondered why i had tried to use the chord. I was facing northeast as i looked at the bicycle, and i looked down at to the south, looking for the black metal cable that was part of the bicycle lock. I thought that i would have to get everything tied together so that i could lock them to the rack. I said something to $A857 as i looked back at the bicycle for something. I still had the bicycle standing up to the north of me, and i had some things resting on the horizontal strut at the top of the bicycle. The bicycle was now locked up, but i still had the items that i had carried with me. I was not sure what i should do with them. I could not easily lock them up with the bicycle, and i thought that i did not want to carry them around campus. I realized that i probably should have left them back at my car before i headed to classes. The bicycle was facing west to the north of me. I picked up the long thing, which seemed like an umbrella. It had been attached to the strut of the bicycle. I felt annoyed, not sure what to do with them. I said something to $A857 as i moved to the west a little, noticing the stacks of small boxes on the ground to the northwest of me. The boxes seemed to be packages of something that was wrapped in white and then wrapped with a band of colored paper around the middle. The stack on the southeast of the pile had bands with yellow on the eastern edge and blue near the center. One of the stacks on the northern side of the pile had a red and blue band. I continued talking to $A857 as i looked around the pile. I thought that i should just take the large box that had been on the northern side of the small cluster of stacks. I moved to the north of the pile, noticing that the larger box, which had been resting on its narrow side, was no longer where it had been. I started looking around, wondering if someone had already take the box. I then wondered why i wanted to take the box for myself. I felt as though i was going to get the box because they had been left here, but i realized that it was not my box. I thought that i really should leave the box for others. I looked to the west at the rest of the room. The boxes had been stacked on the southern side of the entrance to the room. The room seemed to be part of a cellar. It had a high ceiling and was about fifteen meters wide and ten meters deep. The dirt floor sloped down to the west, and the eastern end was open. More packages were stacked on the floor in the room, and i moved to the west to look at them. The stacks on the ground to the northwest were candy bars. Many of the other things in the room were candy. I thought that i should take some to eat, but i felt hesitant. I said something to the person to the south of me as i looked at a tray of large candy berries to the northwest. I watched the berries on the northern end of the tray. They were almost a deci in diameter, and they looked like blackberries, with slight purple hues along the sides of the individual globes. As i headed to the west, i thought that these candies were mostly sugary, and i was not as interested in them. I thought that they would be too sweet. I was still looking for something, though. The western wall of the room was filled with clear plastic bins that were full of different types of candy. All of it seemed to be sugary taffies or gels. They did not seem appealing to me. I thought that it would be better if some of them were chocolate. I thought that nothing here was chocolate. I then noticed some triangular bars in one of the northern bins. They looked like caramel candies that would normally be covered with chocolate. They seemed to be in yellow packaging. I turned back to the east to leave. As i passed through a wide doorway in the eastern wall, i noticed that i had been in a small room off the western side of the main room. The small room was just as wide as the main room, but it was only about five meters deep. I stopped just outside the small room, noticing some plastic bins on the southern wall of the outer room. The bins were filled with dark rounded chips, which i thought were chocolate. I leaned toward them to get a better view. The cabinet seemed to be filled with chocolate. I felt interested in them, but i did not want any now. I thought that i could come back to get some chocolate. The cabinet had a sliding clear-plastic door over the front of it. It seemed to slide to the east, and it had a white scuff in the center of it. I thought that i could come back and grab some chocolate later. I thought that it would be good with peanut butter. I continued to the east.

12023 December 23

I was with my mother in the room where we been staying for the day. My mother had forgotten something, so i said that i would get it. I headed to the north, across the room. I entered the small bathroom through the room in the center of the southern wall. I stopped just inside the bathroom. I had been thinking about something as i walked here, and i now forgot what i had come here to get. I tried to think of what it was, but i could not remember. I felt annoyed. Frustrated that i could not remember, i grabbed a small cartridge of dental floss from the counter to the north and something else. The counter to the north had an oval sink on it. I had picked up the dental floss from the counter to the east of the sink, and i picked up something else from the west of the sink. A small hand towel was bunched up to the east of the sink as well. I turned back to the south and started walking back through the small kiosks and tables of the fair. It was dark now, and the fair was ending. I had to take the floss and other thing back to my mother, who was in the hotel room. We had been to the fair earlier, and i had to get the things that we had forgotten. Many booths and obstacles were in the fair grounds, and i had to weave around them to continue to the south. A small wall was then to the south of me, and i thought that i had to squeeze through the narrow rectangular opening to get out. The fair seemed to be in a building, and i thought that the opening between the white obstacles would lead outside, to the roof. I hurried to the south, squeezing through the small opening. It seemed smaller now than it did when i had come through the first time to get here. I told the other, who was following me, that i must have forgotten how small the opening was. I stopped on the small roof outside. We seemed to be on a roof that was over an entryway. The roof sloped down in three directions, and i wondered where we would go from here. I did not remember how we had gotten here. Someone mentioned the snow cone, and i thought that it was a way to get down the roof. I sat down on the slope to the south, and started sliding down, thinking that i would end near the ground.

I was visiting $A698, but i had come to see the other man, who seemed East Asian. I had spent some time previously with the man, and i thought that he seemed like a nice person. I had not known that he was a friend of $A698, and i wondered if $A698 was dating the man. I hoped that $A698 did not mind that i had gotten to know the man. I thought that $A698 might have felt a little jealous. I had just arrived to this place, and i knew that i had come earlier than i had expected. I headed to the north, toward the door of the house or apartment building. I had picked up some take-out food, so i thought that i would just drop it off while they were getting ready. I gave them the food and then headed back to the south to wait. I sat down at a chair near the southern wall of the restaurant, waiting for them to join me. I was with a few others now, but i was still waiting for $A698 and the man. I knew that i had been with them earlier in the day and that i was meeting them again for dinner. I then realized that i still had their dog with me. I felt concerned about this, thinking that i should have returned the dog by now. I hoped that they did not mind that i had not returned the dog by now. The dog was to the east of me, tied to a black object. I had put the object in the hallway that led to the east from the room that we were in. I felt that i had forgotten about the dog, and i felt bad. I reached to the east and pet the dog on the head. It was a large orangish-tan dog, with long fur and a long nose. It seemed like an Afghan hound. It was sitting, facing northwest. I scratched its head and pet its nose.

I was in the northern end of the small room with dull-red walls. The walls seemed thick, as though they were surfaced with a decorative plastic. A table was set up on the northern end of the room, and i stood to the south of it, looking at the block of ice that was in the small machine. The machine was to the west of the block. I knew that we had been making snow cones with the machine. I picked up one of the paper cones and scraped some of the snow off the top of the block to make a snow cone. I tipped the cup up to see how much of it had filled, but to my disappointment, it was filled with slushy water. The plastic bin that was on the eastern side of the block was also filled mostly with water. $A36 was to the southeast of me, and he had a separate container for the water. I pulled the gray plastic bin from the eastern end of the block of ice and poured it into the large plastic barrel that $A36 had. I drained some of the water from the paper cone so that i had only small pieces of ice. I then added blue flavoring to the ice from a small plastic bottle that i had picked up from the table. I had moved to the northern side of the table as $A36 moved to the south side.

12023 December 24

I had been staying in this large house, but it seemed that i was only here for a short time. I had come for a party that was at the house. I stood in the bedroom, thinking that i should get my things together. I thought that the others had been watching us as we moved around the house, so i felt a little uncomfortable here. I thought tat we would have to make sure that we kept the house in good shape. I stood to the south of the bed, which extended from the western wall of the room. I felt awkward here, thinking that i seemed out of place. I moved around the bedroom, trying to get my things together. I seemed to have most of them in a bag on the bed. I picked up a small red domed plastic case. I had forgotten about the case, and i felt nervous when it opened to show the metal cone that was inside. I felt embarrassed for having it, and i wanted to hide it from the others. I tried to close it in back in the case and close the lid, but a brown piece of cloth from the bed had folded over the western side of the case, preventing the case from closing. I worried that someone would come into the bedroom and see me with the metal object, which seemed to be a feminine product, but i had not known what it was when i put it in my bag. I did not want the others to see it now. I nervously tried to get the case to close so that i could conceal the object and put it in my suitcase. I pulled the brown cloth away and picked up the case, but i dropped the metal sheath that had been around the metal cone. The tube chimed on the floor and rolled to the south, rolling out the door and into the hallway. The door was open slightly from the east. I moved to get the tube before some one had seen it. I was glad to see that it had rolled back into the room. I quickly picked it back up, but i realized that the red plastic sheath that had been around it was now missing. I could not get the pieces i had together without the plastic sheath. I thought that the others had taken the cone out for the party, and they must have left the casing off when they put it back in the larger case. I looked around the room. I then noticed a thin wisp of smoke rising from a small lamp that was on the eastern side of a dresser that was against the southern wall, to the east of the door. The plastic case had been left on top of the lampshade, and it was starting to smoke from the heat of the light. I quickly grabbed it and tried to reassemble the parts.

12023 December 25

I followed the others to the west, heading over the shallow water. We seemed to be in a rural area, and a river was to the west of us. I tried to keep my feet dry by hopping from rock to rock across the water. Some of the others were moving across the river to the north of me. I moved ahead of them, drifting more to the southwest as i started walking through the water. The water was not that deep, but it seemed to be getting deeper as it went. I sat back and started floating in the water. The trees and vegetation on the western side of the river seemed very dense. Some dead logs seemed to be floating on the water at the edge of the trees. Something seemed uncomfortable about the vegetation, though. As i floated, i realized that i could float under the log just to the west of me and end up under the trees. This seemed dangerous. I suddenly felt unsafe in the water, and i started pushing backward to the east. I was aware of the others still standing on the shallow island in the middle of the river. The ground there seemed to be rocky.

I stood in the southeastern part of the trailer park with the others. It was a sunny day, and the silver streamlined trailers were aligned north to south and were very close to one another. Several people were sitting in lawn chair to the north of me, chatting. Trees and bushes seemed to be growing between the trailers, making the trailer yard seemed more like a park or garden. I spoke to the others as i looked to the east, thinking that i had to do something. I turned to the north and started across the small square dirt parking area, where my car was parked. I had to get back to a specific area. I thought that i had work to do. I thought that i was a little early, though, and i wondered if i should just stay in my car for a little while until it was time to go into the building. My car was parked on the eastern side of the parking lot, facing east. It seemed to be in the center of the yard. I sat in the car for a while, thinking about something. I thought that i could stay here after dark while i read and wrote. It seemed close to sunset already. I felt a little uncomfortable about waiting for something to happen. I felt that i had to do something, but i knew that i had to wait for it. I then turned to the south. I was now in the northern room of the house. I had just entered through the door in the northern wall, which was in the western half of the wall. I thought that i had been renting a room in this apartment building. I thought about what i had to do as i looked through the items on the counter to the west of me. The counter was just inside the door. I sorted through the small things, pulling out a brass key. I knew that it was the key for my apartment, but i put it back down on the counter while i looked for something else. I had something to do. I picked up several things, which seemed like discarded parts of vegetables or fruits. I had to discard them, so i turned to the north and opened the door to the house. I swinged the door open to the east and stepped onto the top surface of the low cement stoop, which was only a step or two high. I was now in a doorway that was in the eastern half of the northern face of the building. To the north of me was a large rectangular grassy lawn. To the east and west of the lawn were forested lands. I thought that i should toss the pieces of fruit into the trees to the east. A cement path ran along the eastern edge of the lawn, just in front of the trees, and three children were walking to the south, along the path. I would have thrown the fruit from the door, but i thought that it would look strange to the children, so i stepped down onto the lawn and over to the eastern side of the lawn, where i tossed the refuse into the trees. The children seemed interested by what i had done, and the started talking about me. I felt annoyed with them, and i headed back into the building through the western door. An older woman now seemed to be with the children, and she was complaining about what i had done. I tried to ignore them. I walked past the counter where my key was and crossed the western half of the large lobby, which had a very high ceiling. I could hear the children and the woman following me, so i thought that i should enter the apartment part of the building to try to lose them. I started up a set of steps, which ascended to the south. The steps had no risers between the steps and seemed to be supported by very thin metal beams. I ascended the steps, and i could hear the children behind me. At a landing, i turned to the west and then headed up a second flight that ascended to the north. The steps seemed to be white stone, with black lines around the outside ends. The flight to the north was short, and the steps turned quickly to the west, where they rose a few steps to a terrace where cafe tables were set up. People were sitting around the tables. I knew that i could not lead the woman and the children to my apartment, so i hoped i could lose them in the cafe area. The round tables seemed very close together. It would be hard to walk between them. I realized that i did not have my key to the apartments with me. I had left it on the counter below. I thought that i could not escape into the inner part of the building without the key. I reached the southern side of the cafe terrace and headed east down a corridor. I then turned back to the north and stared down stairs that descended back into the lobby. One of the children behind me tripped, and the woman complained about the complicated route through the building. I told the woman that she should be careful or the children might hurt themselves in the building. She implied that she could sue the owners of the building. I reached the floor of the lobby, and i turned back to the south. The stairs were set into the southern wall, and they ascended to the east. I told the woman that she would be at fault for any mistake she or the children made. I felt angry with her, and i told her that i did not invite her into the building; it was her choice to follow me. I turned away from here and headed back to the northwest, toward the counter where i had left my key. To my annoyance, i saw the man standing at the counter. He had long blond hair, and he seemed to be about my height. He glanced over his left shoulder at me, and i knew that he was trying to take my key. I did not trust him. I walked stiffly toward him. Just before i reached him, he glanced over his shoulder again at me. A woman was then standing to the south of him, at the southern end of the counter. She smiled at me and then turned to the south and walked away. I grabbed the man by the back of the neck and pushed his head down to the counter. I was angry with him, and i thought that he had given the woman something. I asked the man what he had done with my key as i held his head down. I realized that his neck felt very solid, as though the man was very muscular. He did not seem well built, but his skin felt very tight and dense. The man acknowledged my question, implying that the woman had already take the key. I realized that a man was standing just to the south of me. He wore the dark uniform of a security guard, and he was intently listening to the response of the man that i was holding down. As the man acknowledged that the woman had the key, the guard took off to the south. I felt good that the man was taking care of the woman, but i focused my attention on the man that i was holding down. I was still mad at him. I was again aware of how thought the man’s neck felt, and i thought that i should not continue to push him, but i was angry. I pushed him harder against the counter and asked him why he was doing what he was doing. I then squeezed his neck, pressing against his arteries. Someone was standing between us as i pulled him near me, holding his neck until he passed out. I them pulled him down to the southwest and pushed him to the ground. I let go of his neck, but i thought that i should wrap my arm around his neck to keep him in a chokehold. He started to struggle as i tried to reach my right arm around his neck, so i grabbed his neck again and squeezed. I wanted him to pass out again. I then realized that this seemed very strange. I wondered why i was so angry with him. It did not seem to make sense that i was choking him to keep him under control.

I headed to the north, into the western side of the large room. Some children were walking into the back room of the house ahead of me. The room seemed to stick out from the main part of the building so that the walls were external. Others were already gathered in the room. As i neared the middle of the room, i noticed a redheaded man standing near the western wall. He wore a puffy nylon parka. He smiled at me as he greeted me. I felt a little hesitant of him. I recognized the man as the one i had been choking earlier. I greeted him, feeling sorry that i had been treating him so roughly. I apologized for attacking him earlier, and i put my left arm over his shoulder. He smiled back at me as he greeted me. I was a little uncomfortable, but it felt good to apologize to the man. I joked with him about beating him up. I then turned my attention to the children on the southern side of the room. A family was sitting around a large round table on the western side of the room. I focused on a skinny young boy who was standing to the west of the table, staring at me. He was wearing a swimsuit, and he stood with his arms against his sides, as though cold. A second table was to the east of the first, and more children and a few adults sat around that one as well. Some children ran from the east, passing to the north of the tables. They stopped at the western table. I turned to the northeast and looked at the food on the round table near me. A tray was on the table, and it had oddly shaped brown sandwiches on it. The sandwiches were shaped like triangular dumplings. I started to the north, but i bumped the tray, which was hanging off the western side of the table. I quickly grabbed the table to stabilize it. The tray was attached to a long white flat arm that crossed the table. On the eastern side of the arm was two more round platters, both of which seemed to be covered with similar triangular brown sandwiches. I pushed the tray back to the east a little so that it would not fall off the table. I then continued to the north, looking for a sandwich. I wanted to see what the options were. The different trays on the different tables seemed to have different fillings in the sandwiches. As i moved to the north, looking at the tables to the west of me, i noticed that most sandwiches seemed to be the same. They all had a dark-yellow filling. I wondered what kind of sandwiches were here. As i neared the table to the north, i noticed that one of the rolls had a thin slice sticking up from the top. At first, i thought that the slice was a piece of meat, but as i looked closer, it seemed to be a very thin slice of lime. I could see the green peal on the outside. I then noticed the rest of the lime sitting on the table to the west of the plate that had the rolls. The slice of lime seemed rather strange. I thought that it looked like a candied lime. I noticed that a plate on the table to the west of me seemed to have a sliced pear next to the rolls, and the rolls were filled with an orangish-yellow jelly. A woman was sitting on the western side of the table to the west of me. She commented on the food, saying that it seemed bitter. Another woman with a young child was standing to the north of me. The woman to the north asked about the meat, and i told her that one of the rolls had presciutto on it. I then realized that this was not correct. The sandwich that i had thought had meat on it actually had a lime slice on it. Before i could say this, though, the woman sitting to the west of the table bitterly disagreed with me. She said that the sandwich had fruit on it, and she named the fruit. I did not recognize the name, and i tried to remember what she said. I thought that she was angry with me for some reason, though. I felt annoyed with the woman, so i turned to the south and walked away from her. I looked over the tables to the west of me, looking for a sandwich to eat.

12023 December 26

I walked down the hall to the west and then turned to the south, into the small bathroom. I felt as thought i had been doing something, but i had stopped for a moment. A white porcelain shelf sink was on the southern wall of the room, and i looked down into it for a moment before looking up at myself in the mirror on the wall. I felt a little groggy, and i thought that i needed to wash my hair. A small white travel bottle of shampoo was in the sink, so i put a little in my hand and rubbed in on the back of my head. I then rubbed some more on the top of my head. The shampoo did not lather much, though. I thought that i would have to be quick about washing my hair. I thought that i should have been working, and i did not want anyone to see that i was spending time washing. I then heard someone in the hallway to the northwest. Someone had come down the hall toward me, but it sounded as though they had turned into a room on the northern side of the hallway. I felt nervous, thinking that i would have to rinse my hair before they could see what i was doing. I tried to wash more quickly.

I sat on the cement bench on the southern side of the eastern end of the area. I had been doing something with the others to the west, but it seemed as though i was waiting for someone at the moment. I did not feel as though i fit in with the others to the west. Someone was sitting on the bench to the east of me. I was putting some of my things into my backpack, which was on the bench, just to the east of me. I felt a little uneasy. The person to the east of me said something, and i responded. I then looked to the north. A wide driveway came from the road to the north and curved to the west. The entrance was to the northeast of me, and i thought that someone would be coming to pick me up. I thought that my mother might be driving the car. The drive sloped down slightly from the road, and the median to the west of the entrance had dead plants in it. The ground had a red hue. I thought that i should stay on the bench so that my mother could see me easily when she drove into the parking lot. I said something to the person to the east of me as i put some of my things away in my bag. I looked up again at the entrance of the driveway, wondering if my mother would see me easily enough as she came into the drive. I then turned my attention away from the driveway and moved to the west. When i came back, i thought that i should pack up the rest of my things. A man was using a knife to cut something along the southern end of the western wall of a planter. I realized that he was using my knife, which was a camping knife. I had left it on the cement bench where i had been sitting. I hoped that the man did not want to take the knife, thinking that it had been abandoned. I moved to the north of him, watching him cut for a moment. I then moved to the south of him, asking him about the knife. When he held up the knife. The metal of the knife was dark. The blade was single sided and had a thick back ridge. The handle seemed covered with rubber that was textured with diagonal squares. The man also had a small piece of black metal that was shaped like a miniature letter opener. It was about three centimeters long and about a centimeter wide. I knew that it fit into the handle of the main blade. I let the man know that the knife was mine, and he handed it to me. I put it down on the cement surface, realizing that he had disassembled the clip that was on the end of the handle as well. The clip was a flat metal piece that allowed the knife to hang on a belt. I tried to slided the clip back onto the handle of the knife, but the clip seemed to be comprised of two pieces. I realized that i had never taken the clip fully off, so i had never seen the two pieces before. I pushed the pieces together on the western end of the knife, which was the butt end, and i tried to slide the two metal pieces back under the horizontal bar on the handle of the knife. The fit tightly under the metal, which pressed the two pieces together. It was difficult to put them back together, and i thought that this was a good reason not to take them apart. I slided the metal clip back onto the knife, and then i picked up the knife. I had thought that i did not need to slip the smaller rounded blade into the knife, but i watched as i slided it down into a narrow slot at the top of the handle. I put the knife away, and i turned to the west, talking to the others with me. They seemed to be classmates of mine from high school. It had been a long time since i had seen them. A picnic table ran north to south on the southern side of the western part of the room. I sat on the northern side of the eastern side of the table, just to the north of one of my classmates. I stared off to the west, thinking that i had expected one of the classmates to act differently than he had acted. I thought that i must have been expecting him to act as though he was still back in school. I felt a little embarrassed, thinking that i had prejudged how he would act and had treated them as though they had acted like they did in high school. This felt like a realization, and i felt interested in the idea. A man then moved to the north of me, sitting on the bench of the picnic table. The man was $A118. He wore a red shirt, and he smiled as he spoke to me. I thought that i should not assume that he would act badly. I said something to him as though he was a friend of mine. He laughed, as he leaned back and forth in animated conversation. I put my right arm over his shoulder, talking to him. It felt good to converse with him. He relaxed a little as i held him, and then he leaned his head against my shoulder as though nostalgic. It was nice to be close friends with him, and i continued talking to him.

12023 December 28

I had set a trail for $G4 with another person, who was standing to the west of me. I looked to the north, down the length of the long room. We had set the trail up the eastern side of the room and down the western side. Part of the trail left the northeastern corner of the room to make a small loop outside. I felt that we had to redo some of our marks, and i hurried down the eastern side, thinking that we would have to put more marks on the ground. I felt anxious about getting the work done. Others had already arrived for the run. I moved to the north with $A770. Some other people walked with us. I complained about putting down the marks, and $A770 said that we would just do it as the others ran the trail. I did not agree with this idea, but the others were already following us. I continued to the north, noticing that the marks on the ground were already noticeable. I remembered that we had already marked out the entire trail earlier in the day, and i suddenly wondered why we would need to mark it out again. I turned to the west at the northern wall, following chalk marks. They seemed clear enough for people to follow. I knew that parts of the trail overlapped, though, but i thought that i could use chalk to mark one of the sections and flour to mark another section. This would allow the trail to overlap but have distinct marks. I thought about this as i turned to the south on the western side of the room, noticing the white chalk mark on the wood floor to the north of me. It curved to the south, indicating that the runners would need to run to the south from there. I started to feel confused about the overlapping trail. I knew that we had set everything earlier, and i was not sure why i was out setting more of the trail now. Something felt confusing. I stopped in the middle of the room, which now seemed like the back room of my parents’ farmhouse. I noticed a white mark in chalk near the western wall of the room. A few meters to the east of it, i noticed a yellow chalk mark on the floor. The mark was in the middle of the room, just to the west of a wooden chair. The chair was against the eastern wall, so the trail went around the chair. Both marks could be seen near each other, so i thought this might be confusing. I decided that i would need to put arrows on the marks to show people which way to go. I crouched down near the western mark, noticing that it was actually made in old pine needles and dust on the floor. I could shift the dust into an arrow, but i thought that the mark might get removed when the room was cleaned. I would have to redo the mark in chalk.

12023 December 29

I was lying on the bed in the darkened room. Light seemed to be coming in from a window behind me, in the northern wall. The bed was against the wall under the window, and i was lying with my head to the east. $F12 was laying on the bed to the north of me. We had sleeped the night in the large bed. I was on my left side, facing south. I noticed a dog in the room, to the southwest of us. It was lying on the floor, facing northwest. $F12 called to the dog, saying that he wanted to cuddle the dog. I reached out my hand as the dog stood up and wagged its tail. It slowly walked toward us. I told $F12 that i could cuddle with him if he wanted to cuddle. He seemed uncertain about the idea, and he said that he wanted to cuddle with the dog. I felt disappointed that he was not interested in being close to me.

I walked to the west down the narrow lane, which ran between the suburban houses. The houses seemed small and old, like old English houses. A small rectangular garden was to the northeast of me, bordering the northern side of the path. A simple wire fence that was supported by thin metal poles surrounded it. The garden was full of green plants, which seemed like vegetable plants. I stopped and looked at the garden, thinking that it looked nice. I then continued to the east on the lane. A small house was to the north of me, and it seemed like a one-story stone building with a dark-yellow facade. I was then sitting on the stoop on the northern side of the house. The lane was about three meters to the north of the bottom of the stoop, which seemed to be only three or four steps tall. Another person was sitting to the west of me, and we were talking about something. A dog started barking in warning from the east. I felt alert, thinking that the dogs were warning against something that was coming. I looked at the road to the north of me, but i did not see anything. The land across the road seemed to be covered with tall weeds and grass. Someone then said that the dogs were warning us that wolfs were coming. I stood up and walked to the north, stopping in the middle of the narrow street. The road seemed like an old one-lane paved road that had been worn down so that shallow ruts had started to form. I thought that i had to do something about the danger. I stared heading to the west, looking for the wolfs. The sun seemed to be low in the sky to the west, just to the north of the road. It cast an orange glow down the snow-covered sides of the street. I looked down at my feet as i moved, realizing that i was running through shallow snow. I then looked up to the west to see three or four chickens trotting down the street toward me. They were backlighted by the orange glow. I had expected to see the wolfs, but all i could see were the chickens. They seemed as large as turkeys, but they did not seem to be any threat. I wondered if they were the attacking animals. I continued toward them, wondering if i should be wary of them. Something seemed strange about the situation. The light reflected off the snowbank on the southern side of the road, and a house seemed to be to the southwest of me.

12023 December 30

I stood, facing north, and the other person was to the northeast of me. I had a large plate in front of me that had several small dragons on it. The dragons were about a deci long, from snout to tail. They had wings, and they seemed to be curled up. It seemed strange that someone would have cooked dragons, but i thought it might be similar to eating squid or octopi. Several of the dragons were blue or green, and one of them was gold. I started eating the gold dragon, which was on the western side of the large white plate. I noticed that the blue and green dragons seemed to have a light tan batter on them, as though they were deep-fried. Something seemed very strange about the situation, though. It did not seem right to be eating dragons, band i felt that i should not be eating them. I had picked up the gold dragon and bit off part near the top of its tail. As i put the golden dragon back down on the plate, however, it started to move. I realized that the dragons were still alive. I suddenly felt upset, aware that the creature must be aware that it was being eaten. It started to crawl to the eastern end of the plate. It moved slowly as though desperately trying to get away. I looked at the others, noticing that they were still wrapped pale-brown cooking paper. I was not sure what to do. I felt very upset for the dragon, and i thought that i should kill it to stop it from suffering further. I did not want to harm the dragon, but i knew that it was suffering. I looked for a knife, but the only knife on my plate was a butter knife. I decided that i would have to cut off the dragon’s head so that it would die quickly. I was annoyed that the knife was not that sharp. I pressed the knife down on the dragon’s neck, just behind its head. I became more upset when i realized that the knife was not working well. It seemed to slice through part of the dragon, but it did not cut all the way through. It simply made an incision along the near side of the neck. The left eye of the dragon was a round black dot, and it came out of the socket and slided down the outside of the dragon’s face, following the knife cut. I was upset that i was not helping the dragon, so i tired again to sever the head. I finally managed to cut the knife all the way through the dragon’s neck. As the head fell away, i noticed the thick tendons running along the side of the dragon. It seemed to have a lot of meat on it, and i felt bad, because i did not really like to eat meat. The body of the dragon then deflated a little, and i realized that the last of the air in the dragon’s lungs had breathed out. It was now dead. I felt extremely upset at what i had done, and i had to leave.

I paced back and forth, very upset about the gold dragon. I was not sure what i should do. I then wondered if the other dragons were okay. I thought that i should talk to them an ask them if they were okay. I then thought that they might still feel bitter with me, because i had killed the golden dragon. I worried that the other dragons might think that i was trying to ask forgiveness by saying that i was sorry for what i had done to the gold dragon. I felt very bad about what had happened. I then thought that the green and blue dragons were actually not that smart. They were the standard type of dragons. However, the gold dragon was a very smart creature. I moved around, feeling more and more upset and not sure what to do. I then noticed the square book. Its cover was divided into four parts, which resembled the four sections of the plate that the dragons had been on. The gold dragon was depicted in the upper left, and a green dragon was in the lower right. The other two spots were blue dragons. They were curled up as they had been on the plate. The book seemed to be a manual that came with the meal. I read the black text at the top, which suggested that i was supposed to sing songs with the gold dragon and eat the others. This made me feel more upset. I wished that i had seen the book before i had eaten the gold dragon. I started pacing again, agitated that i did not know what to do to not feel upset.

I was in the small room with some other people, who seemed to be from $G3. The room seemed to be on the northwestern side of the house. I talked with the others for a while. It seemed that we had been doing something previously, but we were now mentioning the seagull, which seemed to be running around in the room to the east of us. I thought that we had helped the seagull previously, because something had happened to it. It seemed upset and panicked, though. It kept squawking as it ran around the room to the east. I got up to help it out. I entered the southern side of the room as the seagull ran to the north. It cried out some more as it ran to the northeast, into the small kitchen area. My mental DJ started playing the lyrics “Seagulls screaming ’Kiss her. Kiss her.’”. I wanted to help the bird out, but i was not sure what to do for it. Others ran after it in the kitchen, but i was not sure how we would capture it.

12023 December 31

I was heading north, traveling through the city. I was coming from an event, and i had to get back to where i started. The buildings on the sides of the street seemed old and were made of stone. They seemed very close to the streets, with little room for sidewalks. The street itself seemed to be cobblestone or some other layer of small stones. As i walked, i noticed a street running off to the east. It was narrower than the one that i was on, and it seemed to head downhill slightly. A mound of objects was on the sidewalk about twenty-five meters down the street. It seemed like some things that people had put out on the road for someone to pick up, but it did not seem like trash. I was interested, so i turned to the east, walking past the stuff on the curb. It seemed like small furniture and other household items. They seemed interesting. I thought that this place was a tourist town. I wondered if people put out certain antique things for the tourists to look though. The road curved down ahead of me, and i moved to the northern side. I then realized that i was walking over several dark flat things that had been set out on the northern side of the street. They were about three meters long and about two meters wide. The dull black surface seemed metal, and i thought that they were coverings for something. I stopped at the eastern end of the stack, realizing that the flat objects had made the surface at the top seem flat, but the road under it had descended steeply. I was about a meter off the ground now. I crouched down a little and looked over the edge. Several old tape reels were in boxes below. The large pale-green cabinets that i had been walking on were part of the tape players, which were old reel-to-reel decks. I turned around , noticing that several reels were stacked on the western edge of the pile. Each tape was in a cardboard sleeve, and they were stacked along one edge of the cabinet. I felt interested in the tapes, wondering what could be on them. On the southern side of the pile, several small reels had film in them. I pulled at one of the strips, seeing that the film was color and seemed to be movie film. All of these things seemed interesting, and i wanted to collect some of them, but i felt that i would not be able to take them back with me. I also felt a little awkward going through the piles on the ground. I turned to the east again and looked down. I now noticed that several of the things along the eastern edge of the pile were large stacks of posters. I stepped to the east of the stack and pulled at one of the posters to see what it was. The posters seemed to focus on characters from the Lord of the Rings movies. As i looked at the posters, one slided out of the stack. Not wanting to mess up the pile, i tried to throw it back up on the stack to keep it in the large dull-black bin. I felt a little annoyed that i had messed up the pile, because i had trouble getting the poster to stay on top of the stack. I backed up a little, looking at some of the other things in the bin. I moved a little to the east, noticing several other things that were on the ground. A counter ran east to west just to the north of the center of the road. Several beer taps were on top of the counter, so i thought that someone must have been throwing out a cooling system for beer. The taps ran in a row down the center of the counter, and a splash wall was behind them, to the north of them. I moved down the southern side of the counter, looking at the colorful tap handles. I was interested in the counter and wondered if we could take it and use it. I then realized that small barrel-shaped jugs were on a shelf just behind each of the taps. This counter seemed to be an active service area for children. The colorful taps were for different types of hop flavoring for children. As i moved toward the eastern end of the counter, i realized that the counter had a wavy southern edge, curving in and out of the counter. It seemed decorative. I wondered what the taps were being used for. The seemed like something i would see in a carnival, but they were closed now. As i turned back to the east, several other people were now in the area around me. I rounded the eastern end of the counter and moved to the north, looking at another counter in front of what seemed to be a food truck. I was interested in all of the things here, but i felt that i was out of place here. It was early, so many of the events for this fair were not open yet. I headed to the east, down the road. The other person was with me. As we walked, someone complained about the hats, saying that they would ban hats. I looked up at a boy to the east of us. I thought that he would wear the type of hat that the people were talking about. He seemed like Andrew Globerman of Big Mouth, and i thought that he would be wearing a yarmulke. A man to the southeast of us then pointed out the hat on the boy?s head, calling it a “turetz”. He asked about it, and he and the boy and the people who had been walking with the boy started talking about Jewish hats. I thought the term was strange, though. I had never heard the hat called a “turetz”, and i wondered if it was different from a yarmulke.