Entry: 22
1 March 2001

I'm driving along a road in New York when I realize I have to turn around. I perform an illegal U-turn right in front of a cop car and sure enough the red and blue lights flare up. I pull to the side of the road and get out my driver's licence and registration. I'm naked except for a blue blanket wrapped around me. When the cop gets to the car, she asks for my ID. I give it to her.

"Oh, look how cute you are in this picture!" she says.

I've got my insurance information ready, but she's busy explaining why she asked for my licence to a cop in training. The cop in training is younger than I am. He's sitting in the passenger seat next to me, looking through everything in the car. He picks up a small plastic case and asks, "How do you play this game?"

"It's not a game, it's bubble gum," I say.

He looks at the label on the case and sees that it's Bubble Tape. He starts to sing the song from the commercial. He wants me to give him a piece, but I don't know how long the gum has been here, so I don't offer him any. I'm nervous about him looking through the car since I'm borrowing it from my brother. I don't know if I can explain everything in the car or convince him that I have permission to drive it.

The cop says, "This is how we give out a ticket."

I interupt her and ask what the ticket is for, even though I know it's for making an illegal U-turn. She acts like she doesn't hear me. I look up at the road and realize the car is moving. I pull to a corner, barely avoiding a collision with another car, and put the car back into park. The trainee says the car started moving forward accidentally, but I tell him the car had to be shifted from park in order to move and I think he did it. He gets mad and insists he didn't do it.

We need to clean the car now, so the three of us spray it with hoses from a distance. There is a tunnel between us and the car and we use the roof of the tunnel to richochet water onto the car. I notice I'm still wearing the blue blanket. The car's a convertible and I realize all the insurance papers I had out are getting wet. I tell this to the cop. She says it's unavoidable.

When we get back to the car, the trainee has disappeared. We find some local kids have thrown garbage all over the car, partially eaten fast food mostly. I know the kids who did this are friends with the trainee and he may have helped them. The mess annoys me, but not a whole lot. I just want to clean up the car and get going. The cop and I start picking up garbage and putting it in bags. Stuff from the car is mixed in with the garbage. I don't feel like sorting it all out right now. I say I'll do it when I'm in Colorado or Montana.

A supervisor from work and his nerdy son are helping to pick up the garbage. The supervisor is looking at a peice of garbage like he's trying to figure out what it is. When I walk past, I hear him say, "A hairy turd." I walk with his son back up the road.

"Look," he says, pointing at a building, "They've closed down their fast food resteraunt and opened up their nightclub. I'll go open up my nightclub now."

"No wait," I say. "I just want to get out of here. And the Wildfires light fires at night."

He realizes that I'm right. We go back to the car so I can get out of here before the fires start.

Entry: 23
23 March 2001

I'm at a party in a mansion. Most of the people are older and richer than I am. I don't see anybody I know. I walk down the main hallway past many rooms. At the end of the hallway, I see my aunt Mary. There is a large staircase behind her, but a sign that says either "Wet Floor" or "Construction Work" is set up in front, so I can't go up the stairs. My aunt is standing with some women her age, but they aren't talking. I say "Hi," to her, but she doesn't hear me. I notice there is a doorway next to her which leads into a large ballroom filled with older people wearing diamonds and formal wear. I stand here for a moment, but nobody starts a conversation with me. I turn around and go back down the hall. I see a small hallway leading from the main one. There are four doors, two on each side of me. I know the doors to my right go downstairs. I think the doors to the left are locked. I try to open one of them, and I'm able to go through. I'm on a ramp which spirals downward. When I get to the bottom, I find that it's a dead end. I go back up and take one of the doors on the right, which takes me downstairs.

It's mostly empty down here. I see one store with people inside, so I enter. I'm somewhat aware that this is a dream, but I'm not lucid. I think to myself that my dreams are never very detailed, so I make this one detailed, populating it with cases full of jewelry and figurines. A guy in the store recognizes me, but I don't recognize him. I ask him what store this is. "It's Reuel's," he says. I ask why there isn't a sign identifying the store. He doesn't answer. He walks behind the counter and I realize he works here. He asks if I can fill in for him tonight. I say that I will.

I'm back in my room. My brother Brent goes across the hall to his room. When he opens the door, a flood of water comes out, about ankle high. He left the water running in the bath tub. The water is very hot. He hesitates before reaching into the water to turn it down. Not that much water is coming out now, so the flood goes away. I wonder why he doesn't turn the water all the way off. I look back at my room and see that it's flooded. I shut the door so more water won't get in. I turn around and see that my brother's room is flooded again. I open the door to my room and see that it's pretty much dry, except for some wetness in the carpet which I feel walking over it.

I'm now in a different house and it's past 7. I'm Tommy in 3rd Rock from the Sun. I was supposed to be at Reuel's at 7 to take over my friend's shift. I'm in the main room. The only way to exit the house is through Sally's room. I know she won't like me going into her room, but I think she isn't home, so I walk towards her door. When I reach out for the door knob, she opens the door part way. She looks out so I can't see into her room. She tells me I can't go in. I explain I need to leave the house. Harry appears and complains that he doesn't have a room. She comes out of her room, shutting the door behind her, and explains that there are two more rooms in the house that we can use. She walks past the next door, explaining to Harry that it's my room and he wouldn't like it because he's claustrophobic. She then opens the next door revealing a spacious already furnished room. She says Harry can have it. Harry and I look through the room for awhile before I remember I need to get to work. I see Harry's room has an exit to the hallway and I wonder if mine does too. I go to my room which is very small and cramped, mostly filled with metal fold up chairs. I go to the door I think will lead to the hallway, but it leads to Harry's room. I leave his room.

I'm walking down a large hallway filled with people. I don't know how to get to Reuel's from here. I see one of my uncles walking towards me and I ask him where Reuel's is. He says he doesn't know and rudely walks away from me. I see another of my uncles and ask him but he acts like he doesn't even hear me. I'm feeling annoyed at my uncles, when I hear a girl say, "It's the headphones." I turn to her and ask what she means. "He was wearing headphones, that's why he couldn't hear you." I then approach her and ask if she knows where Reuel's is. She doesn't know, but she says she'll help me look.

She wants to know why I'm going to Reuel's and how long I'll stay there. I tell her I promised my friend I'd take his shift for him. I ask if she has any plans for today and she says not really. We go downstairs and I recognize the design of the floor. Each store has three steps leading up it, one red, one blue, and one white. The floor itself is yellow. I tell her this is the right floor. We start to walk forward, then stop when we see that a black woman standing right in front of us is singing to a crowd gathered around her. We back up and join the crowd. The woman is skinny when we first see her and her singing isn't very good, but as we watch she becomes fatter and her singing becomes better. The girl I'm with says, "Of course she's a good singer, look at that chest." After awhile, we leave.

We walk past Tommy and Harry who are sitting on a bench. I almost walk right past them since I'm enjoying talking with the girl, but I stop and say, "Hey, guys." They're both angry about something. Harry leaves without saying anything. The girl stands back until I'm finished talking with Tommy. He doesn't specify what he's angry about. At this point, I notice that I haven't shaved for awhile. I'm surprised that the girl would want to talk to me with how scruffy I look. When we get to Reuel's, I see the place is very busy and there are five people behind the counter. My friend says I'm very late, but it's okay because they turned out to be so busy they needed everyone who worked at the store to be there. I talk with the girl some more and the store soon closes.

Entry: 24
21 April 2001

I'm in the backyard with my girlfriend Amanda and her best friend Felipe who lives in the house behind me. Amanda opens the gate between our yards and we walk through. The gate is overgrown with plants since it hasn't been used for a long time. When we get through, Felipe closes the gate behind him. He puts the combination lock on so it looks like the gate is locked, but it isn't.

When we're in his backyard, I realize that it's really Amanda's yard because her sister Natalie is here. We climb into a truck and I find some sheets of poetry there. The poems are fairly good, but use the wrong words. For example, "afar" is used instead of "far." This makes the poems, which were written by Natalie, seem somewhat cryptic even though the poems would make obvious sense if the correct words were used. The poems are fun to read, so I read a couple.

When I look up, Amanda and Felipe are gone and Natalie is looking at me. I see the path where the two have gone: the driver's side door is open, and from there they must have walked between the truck and the house. I start to follow their path, but when I leave the truck, my pants come off. I had taken my shirt off earlier because it was so hot, so I'm only wearing my underwear. I don't care that I'm half naked. I'm about to follow them, when I think my undress may make them uncomfortable, so I put my clothes back on. Natalie watches me do all this.

When I get to the end of the path, I'm in an old West town. The buildings are all pressed up against the road. I see a barber shop directly in front of me. Its door is just barely closing, so I know they're in there. I go into the barber shop and find Felipe trying to do handstands and other gymnastic movements. I start to perform the same moves, although I'm not as good as he is. When he sees me doing a handstand, he starts to act like it's a competition. There's another man doing handstands in the cramped room. He is called the professor and he wears novelty-sized black rimmed glasses.

After awhile, the exercizing makes me sweaty and hot. I want to take off my clothes, but I don't. I get distracted by a computer I see next to me. The computer has two windows open, one is on Yahoo, and the other displays a game which is a variant of solitaire. The windows are floating in the middle of the air. I use my finger to navigate instead of a mouse. There is no keyboard or monitor, just these two windows floating in space, which now take up most of this half of the room. Amanda is talking to Felipe in the other half of the room. The professor is still attempting various athletic moves.

I'm afraid of my parents coming in and seeing the windows open on the computer, so I close both of them. Neither one closes right away since the computer is slow. I then decide I don't care if anyone sees the windows because they aren't bad. I turn my attention to the other people in the room. The professor does a handstand and breaks his glasses. I notice that my glasses are also broken and I need a screw to fix them. I look at the floor in front of me and see a small model of the city we're in. There are several white triangles indicating points of interest. I see a small black cone named "Negra." I know this cone has a screw in it, but I can't take the screw, because it's important to the model. I suggest we take a screw from "Loca" since it wouldn't be missed. Felipe laughs when I say Loca because it doesn't exist.

Entry: 25
22 April 2001

I'm in a cabin in the woods with Tommy, Dick, Harry, and Sally. The cabin has only one light upstairs which is very dim. I want to go to the basement, but it would be completely dark, so I don't. Some people drive towards the cabin. They get out of their car. Two women and a man, probably in their fifties, wearing bright clothes and acting very friendly walk to the front door. Dick and Harry have disappeared. The rest of us rush outside to our car and start to drive away. Dick gets out of the house and catches up with us in time to escape.

Lela, who is stationed at a far away outpost, discovers something that she must tell everyone. However, no one believes her because she is a one eyed alien. I show up as the Vampire Lestat. I have various supernatural powers such as super strength and the ability to fly. I land at Lela's outpost and tell her she must do something. She says she can't do anything because she's an alien. I point to Fry who is standing next to me and say, "He's a robot, it's the same thing."

Fry then says, "Me robot," and his arm telescopes out across the room. He lifts up Lela's blankets to reveal what's underneath her bed. Lela calls Fry a pervert.

Several ships surround the island we're on. I say, "Uh-oh. If Hermes catches you, you'll be done for sure." Hermes is inside the most lavish and menacing boat. We jet ski away and I fly up to a cave carved into the side of a cliff. I announce to the occupants that I'm a vampire and that I've helped their tribe in the past. Nobody remembers me, so they bring a very old woman from a room in the back. She vaguely remembers that I helped them out when she was a little girl.

They tell me that Lela was trying to warn everybody about an approaching army. With my supernatural powers, I easily stop them from attacking. I then go to the center of the city, which is filled with greenery, and practice flying around for a long time. I discover that I can move through solid objects and I do that for awhile. The city is on levels. The forested area is on the bottom, the next step up is the residential section, and the government buildings and skyscrapers are on the top step. Behind them is the ocean. I fly over the entire area, and eventually end up near the capital building. I'm this government's secret weapon, so when I fly near the capital, an announcement is made over the speakers that a conference is going on with the other nations and that we should not reveal any of our military secrets to them. I try to fly back down to the first level, but I can't control myself very well and I end up flying through a wall right in front of the exiting dignitaries.

After awhile, I plant my feet on the ground and walk towards the cliff dwelling. I come across an apartment building and climb the fire escape. It leads to a dead end. I see a child's toy has been left here and I hear a man and woman arguing in the apartment below. I jump quickly down the steps so I won't be discovered. As I go down the stairs, a little girl is going up.

I then go directly to the cliff dwelling and apologize for forgetting about them, since I had offered them a large reward for giving me information earlier. They are living in poverty with very few possessions. Since I'm rich, I give them more money than they'll ever need.

When I return to the dwelling later on, I see that they are moving and I offer to help. Since I have super strength, I easily carry their most heavy objects up and down the several flights of stairs. Their refridgerator is covered with stickers and they call it "Fridge Boy." Their new apartment is much more cramped than their old one. They explain that they'll keep the old one as a book store. Browsing through the old place, I see several very old books lining its shelves. The old apartment seems to go on forever. Rooms open up to new rooms, and each has at least one book shelf. I give them more money to help keep the book store open. They say with all the money I've given them, they'll be able to keep it open for generations.

One of them starts moving paintings. I don't see anything heavy left to move. I wander into the children's room and find several old video games scattered across the floor. There are cartridges for Genesis, Genesis 2, and Genesis 3. The early Genesis games are at the same level of sophistication as the early Atari games. I look at a cartrigde and the game is in fact called, Atari Missle Defender. On the cover, there are a couple people holding large anti-missle guns. I know that the game itself will represent the people as two pixels stacked on top of each other.

I love all the old things these people have and plan on being a regular at their book store. Two children come into the room and I play with them since I know the next time I come back, they will be the only ones alive who remember me.

Entry: 26
23 April 2001

I'm sitting in my room. My dad and my brother Steve come in and start using the computer. I go to the backyard and see a professional boxer shadow boxing with Fez from That 70s Show. Fez accidentally gets hit pretty hard in the cheek. I notice a girl in the audience wearing a black sleeveless dress which goes down to about her knees, the fabric may be corduroy or velvet, with the word "Marshall" written across the belly in white cursive letters.

I go inside to get a drink. I notice my cup has already been filled with grape juice. I figure someone else is using it, so I get my other green plastic cup and fill it with grape juice, careful not to get any dregs into the cup. I then find a third green plastic cup and fill it with milk. I alternate drinking between the two.

I notice that the people outside are now in the kitchen. The boxer is sitting in the middle of the couch surrounded by five or six women. There are a few more women standing around the kitchen. Fez, whose name is Darrell Moore like me, is standing by the kitchen table, rubbing his cheek and saying he ought to go to the hospital. The boxer says he wasn't hit that hard, but a girl standing next to Fez says that his temperature has gone up and he does need to see a doctor. One of the girls on the couch tells the boxer how bad this will look because Fez is "a 5'2" Mexican from a small South American country." The boxer is Mexican himself, but agrees this will look bad and they had better take him to the hospital.

I drink some grape juice, but dregs get into my mouth. I try to spit them out into the sink. I feel a stomach ache and collapse onto the floor, still holding both my drinks. I let out a moan and announce to the room that I have a stomach ache. Some of them laugh and I realize they were discussing what to do with me while they drove the other Darrell to the emergency room. One of the girls says, "We'll just leave him on the floor!" and everyone in the room likes this solution.

The boxer bends down over me and asks if I'll be okay. I say I will and he leaves. Then the girl in the black dress walks up to me and says something I don't hear, since I'm trying to read the word on her dress. I think she also asked about my health. I look up into her face and see that she wears a worried expression. I ask her, "Does it say 'Marshall' on your dress?" She says, "Yes," then quickly turns away from me as if she were embarrassed. She then looks in the refridgerator. I think that the first green cup filled with grape juice is hers.

While lying on the floor with my head propped up by a phone book which feels like a pillow, I see the kitchen from a different vantage point than I ever have before. I see a spider web I didn't know was there which I must have walked past hundreds of times on my way to the fridge. The strings of the web become more substantial as I look at it, until it becomes a dream catcher. I reach out to touch it, but it is just barely out of my reach. I decide that since I'm going to be lying on this floor for awhile longer, I might as well make the most of it. I take a drink from the grape juice, but again get dregs in my mouth.

Entry: 27
24 April 2001

I'm playing basketball at the church. I'm not the best, but I do okay. After the game, we learn police have surrounded the building. I manage to escape using other cars as cover as I run towards the far corner where my van is parked. The engine doesn't start up right away, but I get it going soon. I realize that the back of the van has a marquee which reads, "Dirk and Steve, you'll never catch me." Dirk and Steve are the names of the closest police officers. Luckily, they have to deal with another car and I manage to drive away safely.

I end up in the hallway of an apartment building. There are a group of kids walking around with a large pizza. I see them knock on someone's door. When he answers, they tell him it's a limited time special, and he agrees to buy the pizza. The kids then see me and explain that people will pay for pizza they didn't order if you tell them it's a special. I confirm that if someone came to my door with pizza I didn't order, I'd do the same thing. I then join their group and we knock on the next door. A woman answers the door with a pie. She is surprised to see a pizza, but once we explain that it's a special, she agrees to buy it. I place the pizza on top of the pie and carry them into her kitchen for her since she's a little old. She cuts off a small square of pizza, puts it on a cracker, and gives it to me for helping her out. It tastes like a cracker with cheese on it. The other kids wish they had helped her when they see I got to have pizza.

We then go downstairs. I trail behind everyone. I stop at a door and ask if they've tried it yet. They haven't. They come back upstairs, and we open the door without knocking. We find out this door leads to a pornography shop. There are a couple middle aged men in here. One of them, after seeing us, says, "I hope they close that place down. It's disgusting." He then exits into his own apartment across the hall. We all laugh because his performance wasn't very convincing.

At the bottom of the stairs, there's a comic book shop for "The Darker Side of DC." I think this means they have Vertigo comics. I look at a list of the comics, but they're mostly Batman and Superman. I ask if anyone sees Vertigo comics, since I'd like to buy some. A kid next to me, who I recognize vaguely as a boy I went to church with, says he doesn't see any, so we move on.

The basement has aisles and aisles of candy. We split up to gather as much candy as we can, to use as an extra incentive to get people to buy our pizzas. All the candy we gather ends up in a large crate suspended by a rope several floors above the ground. A boy is holding one end of the rope so it won't fall. He is standing next to a gargoyle statue. There is a girl standing on a platform close to the ground. She has a wide variety of tools. The boy, who I'm standing next to, tells her to use her harpoon to cut through the rope. At first, I think he's talking to me, so I look around for a harpoon, but he says that he was talking to her.

She throws the harpoon up, but it misses the rope. I catch it, but hesitate before throwing it back, since she is standing on an inflatable platform. She sees my dilema and indicates that I should throw it on the ground next to the platform. I throw it back down. She steps out of the platform, which resembles a child's swimming pool, and easily recovers the harpoon. She tosses it up again, but misses. I throw the harpoon back. This time it glides like a paper airplane far away and a boy has to go retrieve it. She throws and again misses. I grab the harpoon and swing down to her platform with a rope. The platform is now several floors high and rises out of the ground like a giant mushroom. I climb up the side and give her the harpoon again. She takes several more throws, before finally hitting the rope.

I'm in another building. An elderly woman comes to the door. She's a dignified guest I'm supposed to treat with the utmost respect. I put a special coat on her, which becomes an apron. I then hurry about preparing to put coats on our other dignified guests, one of whom is Vice President Dick Cheney. I'm stopped by a voice sounding over the intercom system which says, "Are you tired of the same old easy job where you do nothing but sit around and be lazy? As Americans, we have to move forward and take the most difficult and challenging jobs. Hi, my name is -"

Entry: 28
25 April 2001

I'm on a snow covered mountain. My cousin Grant slides past me like a skier, but he's wearing his regular shoes. He skims over puddles in the road like a water skier. My cousins Curtis and Adam also "ski" down the road. The cars drive slowly to avoid hitting them. I want to slide down the road too, but when I do, it's a video game.

I'm then in a second hand store where everything is cheap. I start looking through halter tops and transparent blouses in the women's department. I put some in a shopping cart, but then a woman shows up so I get embarrassed and leave. Much of the store is empty. I look through the books, but they're all Mormon literature. I remember one titled "The Battle" which was about German Mormons.

I see a low table with kids standing around it. I pick up something that resembles a Palm Pilot, even though I think it will be too expensive for me. It turns out to be a Japenese video game. You start with a picture and you tap on things in the picture to make different things happen. You tap a picture of a banana with a face to start the game, another symbol to move to the next page, and so forth. The first picture is of a girl and a boy walking home from school. I look for a pointing devise, but there are only pens on the table, so I point at the girl with my finger. Her clothes start to come off. I keep tapping her picture until she is naked. I don't why this game was on the low table for the kids to see. I decide to buy it on impulse.

I then see some Star Wars action figures still in their original packaging. "They have no idea what these are worth," I say to my friend Aaron who has just shown up. I look at the price tag and sure enough, they cost only 75 cents each. I grab all that they have and buy them.

Aaron and I are then walking through a mall. We go inside a store that looks like it has cool things. I'm still holding an armfull of action figures and wearing a ring which I just bought. This store is much smaller than the warehouse sized store we just left, but this one is packed full of cool stuff. I ask if Aaron sees any Vertigo comic books, then I see them right in front of me. They look like they're used and will be inexpensive. There are a few titles I'm not familiar with. I decide to buy Swamp Thing. Aaron says he can't tell the difference between Swamp Thing and The Incredible Hulk. I tell him Swamp Thing is an elemental, but he's not impressed, so I leave the comics on the table.

I see some X-Men action figures from the seventies still in their original packaging. I notice Nightcrawler particularly. Since this is an antiques stores, the prices are very high. We split up and look around the store, but everything is expensive, including some trading cards that I want. When Aaron rejoins me, he asks, "What's that book?" He means the video game. I look at it and see a Japenese symbol on the cover. I don't want to tell him about it, so I distract him by pointing out something on a nearby shelf. He says he's done buying for today. I ask what he bought. He hides his purchase from me and says, "You've got things you have to buy, and I've got things I have to buy."

This store has several fish tanks. One large fish appears to be nothing more than a skeleton. We eventually make our way back to the comics and I pick up a Swamp Thing. I flip through several pages which lack dialogue, but have excellent art work. Aaron says the art work is quite good, so I buy issues 1-6, all of the issues the store has. I go to the check out line, by this point holding a lot of tennis balls and pretzel balls in my arms, as well as many sheets of paper tucked under one arm. I keep dropping things and picking them back up. The cashier double charges me for the pretzels. I can tell she's new. The more experienced clerk is busy with another customer. My cashier adds up everything I'm carrying while I keep getting distracted by the impulse buy items next to the cash register.

When she's done adding things up, she gives me a 40% student discount. "That's all gone. Wiped away," she says when she subtracts the discount from the final price. "Do you want anything else? Any alcohol?" I didn't see any alcohol in the store, so I ask about it. The more experienced clerk rushes behind the counter and reveals alcohol hidden behind some comic books. I ask what they have, and she suggests "Shasta One." My cashier then says, "Forget about the change, let's make this an even twenty." I take a twenty out of my wallet, but it turns into a one. I look through my wallet again. I see a fifty, some fives and more ones, but there aren't any twenties.

Entry: 29
26 April 2001

I'm at my cousin Sean's house. My parents paid him a quarter of a million dollars to teach me something important about myself. I wake up early and watch a tape which is meant to instruct me. There are three shows on the tape. The first is for Sean, the second is for his friend, and the third is for me. I watch the first two since my parents paid so much money. When it's time for my message, I see an episode of Who's the Boss? instead. My mother and grandmother are upset that they spent so much money to get nothing back. I fast forward past Who's the Boss? and get an episode of Diagnosis Murder. I look at the clock and see that it's 7:28. I say, "I shouldn't be awake for several more hours." I realize there's no message for me and end up watching the show.

It's an episode gone horribly awry. Two groups of people are having a shoot out. Suddenly, I'm in the show, aiming a gun out the window. Some members of my group are outside with the intruders, so I'm careful where I aim. I fire a lot of bullets, but only manage to kill one person. Others join me at the window and soon the situation gets under control. Only one enemy is left. He's hiding behind a girl. The guy next to me is aiming for the small section of his balding head which is visible behind her. I wonder if the enemy could be sneaking up on us, so I go to the back of the house to check.

There isn't a window looking over the backyard on the first floor, so I climb the stairs. The stairs are only wide enough for one person, so I have to wait on the landing while someone comes down. Another guy starts to come down the stairs. I wait for him too. When he gets on the stairs, I find out he walks with a limp and I think he'll take take a long time, but then he swings himself down without using the stairs and I get to go up.

When I appear on the second floor, a large group of Asian kids look at me suspiciously. I walk past them without saying anything so they know I'm not going to be trouble. Searching for a window, I walk towards the back and find two women. One is a blonde and the other is the actress Camryn Manheim. Camryn is adamant about leaving while the blonde is trying to get her to stay. Camryn goes into her room to pack. I follow her there and she recognizes me. "Hey Darrell!" she says.

She starts packing up things from her room. I pick up The Diamond Age, and tell her it's one of my favorite books. I see that instead of Neal Stephenson, the book is attributed to his pseudonym Nisa Handle. I ask her why he used that name. Camryn says, "Some people who wouldn't buy a book by Neal Stephenson would buy one from Nisa Handle." I ask if Nisa has written anything else but she doubts it. Camryn then tells me she's written a few books herself and gets them out. I ask how much money she made off each book, but she ignores the question. She flips through one of her books. I see that it's a coloring book for children.

She's determined to leave this building. I ask if I can help. She tells me to clean the dishes. I see a lot of dirty dishes on the floor and start cleaning them. She says I'll also have to change diapers. I say I can do that. She then tells me it will be more than cleaning. I say, "Don't worry. I've just killed a man and I don't feel bad about it yet. Maybe tomorrow I will, but for now I can shoot our way out of here."

We go out into the hall. The blonde says, "Hey Darrell." She heard Camryn say my name and wants me to help talk Camryn out of leaving. I say "Hi" back and Camryn glares at me, but together we leave the building and drive off. I get the dirty dishes out from the foot space and wipe them off with a dish rag. There is one cup full of tuna that I don't want to clean, so I just leave it there. I see used diapers in the car next to me.

After awhile, Camryn is no longer driving. We're both in the back seat of a van. We talk about a holiday where people use "meat byproducts" with meat. On this holiday, all the resteraunts put Spam on top of ham when you order it. I say that can't be healthy and Camryn says, "If your credit card doesn't go through, they send a doctor to your table to talk to you until you leave."

Entry: 30
1 May 2001

I and my childhood friends David and Bethanne are walking together on the University of Utah campus. We go back to my house and start watching TV. Touched by an Angel is on, but the camera work suggests that it's a crime drama - sudden flashbacks, extreme close-ups on possible clues, and that sort of thing. Fine print at the bottom of the screen says "Filmed with permission from the University of Utah." I see a character standing in front of the very building we just left. I want to watch more, but it's time to get back to school.

We're suddenly ten years old. David and Bethanne start walking to school. I go to my room to get my book bag. I think, "Too bad this is the past before I got my stereo." I'm holding a toy with various buttons that light up and you're supposed to hit them in a certain order. I want to catch up with my friends, but I don't want to forget to bring anything. I think to myself, "You'd better hurry up to get to elementary school, that's apparently what age I'm at in this dream."

I then realize that I'm dreaming and I become lucid. I fly through my window and soar over the street. I see my friends walking in the middle of the empty road, trailing behind footprints in the snow. They look up at me as I fly over their heads. I then decide I want to have an out of body experience, to not just lucid dream, but to astral project.

While I was conscious during the lucid dream, I become more conscious and more aware at this point. I'm lying in bed with my eyes closed. I feel my astral body start to lift out of my physical body. I'm off balance. My legs are up in the air and my head is under the bed. I concentrate and line myself up with my body, then I rise up away from it. I hear children playing. I fly through the window to look outside. Everything is dark, so I open my eyes. I'm in my body again, facing the window. There's a white glow around the window, like an aura. I'm dangerously close to fully waking up and I think my physical eyes may really be open.

I rise out of my body again, and fly through the window. Flying isn't as easy as when I was lucid dreaming. I'm flailing my arms and legs around like a first time swimmer trying to stay above water. I float through the tree in my front yard, which is devoid of leaves. I see some neighbors, mostly children about ten years old, gathered around a PT Cruiser. I discover that it's easier to fly with my body vertical and my arms spread out in the shape of a cross. I keep this position and fly around by thinking where I want to go. I fly through the children, but they don't see me. I go to another neighbor's house and fly through them. I then see David and his family sitting on their front porch watching me. I fly in front of them and ask if they can see me. They say they can.

Dave's mom says something about how much he and his sister Sandra fight, but in a joking parent kind of way. Sandra asks me why my hand is shaking and I tell her it's a side effect of going out of my body. The three of them start talking about the mom's "Opium dream." Opium doesn't refer to the drug, they're confusing it with a different word. In the dream, someone told her she was doing her geneology the wrong way. I ask if she was supposed to do it matralineally, because the TV show I saw earlier said that more of the mother's genes get passed on to the children than the father's. That wasn't it.

Entry: 31
17 May 2001

I'm in a car with my ex-girlfriend Amanda and her best friend Felipe. Felipe is playing some music he wrote, kind of industrial techno with a good beat and lots of bass. He's driving us down the mountain in his truck. Somehow I'm no longer in the truck. I'm walking down the street to my house ahead of them. My turn off is right ahead. I slow down so they can catch up and see that I made it home safely. I both feel and hear the bass of Felipe's song behind me, but I don't know how far behind me they are. I can't turn around because a police officer nearby is making sure I don't loiter.

When I turn the corner, I completely forget about them. I'm in the kitchen with my brother Steve. He turns over a bag on the counter and two chocolate donettes fall out, which he picks up and eats. He says, "You haven't been eating the rest of them while I was gone, have you?" I feel guilty because I did eat most of them and left only two for him. I tell him he can have a Coke to make up for it. He isn't very happy with the Coke, but takes it anyway.

He starts drinking it, and I ask if he "popped the top" yet to see if he won a prize. He's annoyed that I would ask him, but then he checks to see that he did win. The prize is two tickets to Raww. I remember seeing an advertisement for Raww and remember wanting to go see it. I say, "That's a pretty good prize, if it's a good show." I don't want him to know that I've heard about it. He says, "Ya, it's a good show," but he's depressed because he wanted the prize to be better. I get the impression that he's seen the show already.

I go into the examination room and sit on the bench. I'm vaguely aware of medical equipment around me, but this isn't a doctor's office, it's part of my house. A young blonde girl enters the room right after me as if we had just been talking. She reminds me of Amanda. "My sister might act like she's all perfect," the girl says, "but she's a total slut. She likes it when people hit her. She's a freak." Since I'm sitting on a bench which is on top of a raised platform, I'm looking down at her.

She then turns her back to me and lowers the back of her gown. The skin on her back is purple. I ask, "Are you sunburned?" but then I see there are numerous lash marks across her back so I add, "or are you a freak?" She doesn't move or say anything. I notice the sleeve of my shirt has ridden up and several self inflicted cuts on my upper arm are exposed, but she doesn't notice them. I look at her back. I say, "Do you like pain? If you like it, it's okay, but if you don't, then you shouldn't let anyone do this to you." She still doesn't say anything.

Entry: 32
18 May 2001

I'm with my family in a camp ground area. A fifteen year old girl with short black hair is passing around a stack of photographs. She is of unknown relation to me. Since I know there are nude pictures of her, I don't look at the photographs out of respect. When she notices that I'm not looking at her pictures, she takes the stack and dumps it on me, insisting that I look. She wants me to know that she's not ashamed of the pictures. She stands close by while I look, to make sure I don't linger over the pictures for too long.

I flip quickly through the nude photographs of her as a little girl, then get to Halloween costumes, which all look really cute. The girl in the pictures becomes my cousin Kami at this point. I remember her dressed up as the Statue of Liberty with gray face paint and everything, as well as transparent red wings. There are other cute Halloween pictures I can't help but show everybody. Then there are some pictures of a large dinosaur skeleton taken from different angles with a dog barking at it. There is also a bear statue as large as the dinosaur. In the first photograph, it appears fierce, but as I flip through the pictures, it gets knocked down, blood comes out of its chest, ribs stick out, and finally all of its flesh deteriorates and it's just a skeleton.

I can't look at any more pictures, because one of my cousin's sons runs at me with a pointed stick. I'm able to turn around and grab it from him. He's surprised that I knew he was coming. I try to look through some more photos, but he runs up behind me again with another pointed stick. This time when I grab it, he isn't surprised by me and holds on. I'm forced to put the photos down on a nearby table while I take the stick from him and break it in half. His brother joins in, and I spend the rest of the dream taking pointed sticks from them and breaking them in half. One of the sticks is long and flimsy and gets used like a javelin, but it pretty much breaks itself into pieces. Their mother can't help because she's attending to the baby.

Entry: 33
19 May 2001

It's night. There's a large crowd of people at a carnival. Many are discussing the recent murders of several young girls. One girl is talking with her parents. She says that she's the next victim. "I can feel a shadaw on me." Her parents don't believe her, although they are concerned. She walks away from them and gets lost in the crowd. The point of view changes to someone stalking the girl. There are sudden flashes of infrared vision in which you can see the girl is wearing a dress underneath her coat, and there's something that sparkles at her belly.

She overhears some people talking and realizes she needs to go somewhere else. She also learns that the killer is a vampire. The perspective changes to a man driving a van recklessly down the street. He's afraid of someone catching him, but when he comes to the carnival he forces himself to stop to pick up a passenger. A number of people hail him, but he notices only the first two in line, a young boy and the teenage girl from earlier. He points to the girl and she gets into the van.

He drives off as recklessly as before. She asks him how much the ride will cost. He says he always gives rides for free, then laughs nervously as if someone had coerced him into saying that. Suddenly, I'm in the van. We come to a cul-de-sac and the man parks in the house opposite our destination. The girl and I get out and go to the house together like we're friends.

Once we enter the house, we warn everybody about the van outside. A large group of men are about to bust inside the house. The occupants of the house recognize the girl and tolerate me as a friend of hers. I find a few guys in the kitchen cleaning the stove. They've taken it apart like a car and are cleaning each piece of it with care. There are four or five pots on the stove filled with tomato sauce and noodles. Then the men bust into the house. They're looking for somebody. Their leader asks the guy squatting in front of the stove if he knows where the person might be. I'm afraid the leader is going to spill the sauce as part of his intimidation, but he doesn't need to. The man at the stove tells him exactly where the guy is. All of the intruders then leave.

The tomato sauce is overflowing. I grab a spoon and wipe around the edge of the pot. I lick the spoon off. It tastes like tomato sauce. I go back into the front room. Everyone has sat down to socialize. I find a vacant seat and sit down. The residents of the house speak together in Cambodian occasionally, but speak in English when they remember their guests. The guy sitting next to me speaks quietly and I have to keep asking him to repeat himself. He laughs and says, "I speak English so well, I've even got the volume of an Englishman."

My friend starts walking toward the kitchen and a girl sitting two seats down from me asks her to pick up a certain beverage, which someone translates as Pepsi One. My friend has quite a bit of trouble finding the Pepsi One among the stack of beer and soda cans by the sink. She asks, "The one with the blue top?" and is told, "Yes, that's the one." She looks at the cans for awhile, then grabs one at random and hands it to me. The can is the size of a Big Gulp and is labeled "Extra Potent Beer". The boyfriend of the girl who asked for the soda is crouching next to me. He takes the can from me so I won't pass it to his girlfriend, and gives it to the guy who talks quietly when he uses English.

My friend looks through the cans again, and produces one beer and one RC cola. She somehow mixes the drinks together in one can and drinks the concoction in a single gulp. It's apparent she isn't going to find the Pepsi One, so one of our hosts stands up to get it. She says of her concoction, "Drink like that used to cost eight bucks at Hires." Hires is a pool hall which makes beer deliveries to your house. Someone close to me says, "Eight bucks seems excessive." But I confirm that that is how much it costed back in those days.

Entry: 34
23 May 2001

It's my Uncle Bill's retirement party. I walk through a mall and find him standing in front of the arcade, greeting everybody who comes in the door. He's sitting down on a fold up chair because he's so old. I bend down to his level and shake his hand, lightly patting him on the back. He must be over ninety years old. He is permanently hunched over and can't move at all very well. We give each other big smiles, then I go inside. My cousins Adam, Curtis, and Grant are standing near a couple of those claw grab games, both filled mainly with soda cans. One has a large assortment of flavors and brands, the other has tropical soda drinks, one of which is named "Twat." Judging by its can, I assume it must taste like Hawaiian Punch. Curtis says, refering to that specific drink, "I wonder what that root beer tastes like?" Then, instead of getting the drink from the machine, he leaves the party altogether.

I'm then an investigative reporter going undercover to discover whether employees of McDonald's wash their hands on a regular basis. As I'm about to enter the McDonald's, a helicopter lifts the entire building off the ground and carries it away, revealing an Office Max behind it. The disembodied voice of my boss, although as surprised as I am, tells me to see whether the employees of Office Max wash their hands. I protest, but he insists that we need some kind of investigative report to put in our paper and this will just have to do.

There is only one other person in line. I get behind him and wait. Then I realize I don't have a camera with me and I need one to do my report. I get out of line and follow the signs that point to the bathroom. When I get to the bathroom, I'm quite impressed by how clean it is. Except for the stall in the corner, it looks like a break room. There's a table, some comfortable chairs, a sink, a refridgerator, and a microwave. I wash my hands in the sink, then dry them with paper towels, since the cloth towel is soaking wet.

As I'm drying my hands, a supervisor comes by. She sticks her head in the room, even though it's the boy's room, and asks me something job related. I tell her I don't work here, and that I didn't know these bathrooms were for employee use only. She becomes annoyed and tells me to follow her. We go up some stairs and into an office room with cubicles everywhere. There, she speaks with Nicole the secretary, then leaves the room, completely forgetting about me. I wait for her to come back for a few seconds, then I also leave.

I'm careful to look around before leaving to make sure the supervisor doesn't see me. Then I get out of there as quick as possible. In the hallway, I pass a girl who is dressed like the people in the arcade, but I ignore her and head down the stairs. I take the stairs two at a time, and by the time I get to the bottom of the stairway, I'm going a dangerous speed. I'm going so fast, I take to the air and fly down the hallway. I realize that I'm dreaming, and I want to leave the building, so I propel myself feet first through a window.

I fly through the parking lot and dart in front of a truck that's taking its sweet time pulling out. Once I get in front of the truck, it speeds up and almost hits me. My head barely misses getting imprinted with the Ford logo. I then start floating upward, above everybody. I'm looking for where I parked my truck. The Ford that almost hit me is full of teenage boys. One of them sticks his head out the window and yells at me, "Fuck you!" I flip him off. He laughs, and flips me off back, yelling "Fuck you!" again. I've floated up so high by this point, I can barely see his head sticking out of the truck. I yell back at him, "Fuck you!" and I follow the truck with my eyes. It pulls out of the parking lot, drives around the corner, then pulls back into the parking lot in the area I'm parked. I start to lower myself to where they are.

Entry: 35
31 May 2001

Two girls and I are playing tennis against two boys in the dark. It gets darker as the game goes on. We start hitting the ball harder to each other and we're forced to spread the game out over three courts. The fences between the courts make it hard for us to play. Once it becomes too dark to see, the lights come on.

To avoid the fences, we converge onto a single court. Some people start watching the game from the sidelines. My team now consists of one girl and a large Italian guy who realizes that playing "triples" can be counter productive and tries to stay out of the way so the girl and I have room to swing and run around. Our friends watching from the sidelines are bored and want to go see a movie, but we keep playing tennis. At one point, a large guy on the other side smashes the ball so it bounces once on our side then flys over the fence. I say, "What was I supposed to do? Run around the fence and return it from the other side?" which was the way the game was being played earlier.

Someone turns the lights off and everything becomes complete black. I panic and start calling out "Turn on the lights. I can't see anything." The lights come back on. The message has been made clear: no more tennis. I ask what movies are playing. The kid who turned off the lights shows me a marquee like they have in front of movie theatres. I look over the titles, but I'm only interested in one of them. I ask, "What's Urgescope about?"

The girl I was playing tennis with says "Urgescope?" with distaste.

"Well," I say, "It's the only movie that's not about sports and I was just wondering what it was."

Nobody tells me what it's about. I find a second movie I wouldn't mind seeing, but it's not one I'm eager to see. Some more people join us on the court, and I say, "Wow, there's so many people." I feel good to be part of such a large group.

The kid who showed me the movies says, "C'mon, let's go," and starts walking away from the court. I want to stay with the group, but he comes back and asks me to follow him again, so I do. We go through a tunnel and find the movie theatre on the other side. We go in. I snack from a bag of Cheerios I'm carrying. The theatre is like Jordan Commons with food and snack vendors set up everywhere. We go into a pizza parlor at one point. As we're leaving someone asks me how to get pizza. I say I don't know and show him I'm carrying Cheerios, not pizza.

As we're exiting the theatre, I'm afraid the alarms will go off because I brought outside food with me, but we have no problem leaving. We walk to the side to see what movies are playing and accidentally end up in front of a McDonald's which lists only Disney movies. My companion points out a movie that might be good, but I tell him these are all Disney movies, so we move on.

We walk through a parking lot. A car almost hits us. We jump up and down and laugh in high pitched voices, because this is what trolls in some Disney movie do when they're almost hit by a car. The kid gets ahead of me and almost gets hit by a second car. He reacts in the same way. This time, he looks like a Dr. Seus drawing of a troll with hands that look like fur.

I see him enter a building with large glass windows. He turns around and notices that I'm not with him. I wave, but he doesn't see me. I hurriedly run through the parking lot, trying not to get in any vehicle's way, and enter the building, which turns out to be a high school. Once I open the door, I hear the most eerie sound, an electronic whine which sounds like a person wailing. It's the last day of school. All of the kids are dressed up in ghost costumes, some look like skeletons or mummys. There are fake cobwebs and other Halloween decorations adorning the lockers and walls, some white paper hangs from the ceiling. I know these are just kids pretending to be monsters, but I'm anxious to move on anyway.

The next room appears to be a shop class. Most of the people here are in their twenties and thirties. Many are sitting around a square table using needle nose pliers to shape clay into twist bracelets. This activity is part of the last day of school celebrations. I like this better than the haunted hallway so I pick up a pair of pliers and some clay. The clay is mainly red and white, although there is some orange on the end. I mimick the others in stretching the clay out into one long strand, then wrapping one end around and around the length of the clay. My bracelet isn't turning out as well as everyone else's. Mine is too thick and I don't like the color. However, once the orange comes in, the color is fantastic. It's still a poor bracelet but I don't care. I'm having fun. My companion is also making a bracelet, his much better than mine.

Taylor, the supervisor of this activity, says, "If you're not going to make good use of your pliers, let someone else have them." I notice others are waiting to use the pliers. I also realize that the comment was directed at me, because my bracelet looks nothing like a bracelet. Everybody else stretched their clay until it was as thin as wires. I start trying to make my clay as thin as theirs, but when I look up, I see Taylor nod to the bodyguards standing next to him. They are two pudgy high school girls who seem reluctant to take my pliers away, but with another nod from Taylor, they start approaching me.

"Okay, fine!" I say. "I'll leave." I get up and exit the room, onto my parent's balcony. It's a nice, cool night. I know others will be coming outside soon, so I go down the stairs. I start to think of myself as "the weightless guy" and grab the railing of the balcony from below and swing myself up so that I'm hanging upside down like a bat. I think of myself as Batman. After hanging around for awhile, my companion from earlier comes outside, but now he's Marge Simpson. She says, "Is that you PacMan?" I swing myself back down to the ground and hide underneath the balcony. "Did I say PacMan," she says. "I meant BatMan."

I'm now Homer Simpnson and my feelings are hurt because Marge didn't leave when I did. Instead, she stayed to finish her bracelet. I can't stay mad however and I come out from under the balcony. We then turn back into our former selves. The kid starts swinging from a rope in the backyard and tells me to hold on. I wrap my arms around his stomach and we both swing a little ways, but nothing spectacular. I then show him how to get a really big swing by jumping from the dog house onto the rope. I expect him to hold onto me as I held onto him but he doesn't, so I swing from the dog house by myself and get really high up. I reach out to grab a tree branch and scrape my hand on it.

Entry: 36
3 June 2001

There's a large church gathering in our backyard. Everybody is helping with a major excavation alongside the fence between our and our neighbor's yards. I go inside and see my mother holding somebody's baby. The baby is holding a small clear plastic cup of brown liquid meant for dipping (such as Arby's French Dip). I hold out my hands and mom gives the baby to me. The dipping sauce gets spilled during the exchange. Mom replaces it with another cup. The baby feels natural in my arms and I get an overwhelming sense of joy from carrying him.

I take the baby into the backyard where the work has been suspended to take a group photo. The teenage girls are all dressed in red and white. They line up for their photo and I speak with one of them. I then carry the baby over to the younger children. One of the children, two or three years old, is my younger brother. My mom appears and begins talking to the baby. "Look, there's my baby!" My brother holds out his hands, so I hand the baby to him, but the baby is too heavy for him to lift, so I take it back. The dip is once again spilled and I go back inside to replenish it and maybe feed the baby something.

When I get back inside I see Patrick is waiting for me. I feel bad about forgetting about him, but I explain that I need to take care of the baby. I go to the fridge to see if I can find food that can be dipped. Patrick meanwhile stands at the counter to prepare some food. A small girl runs up behind him and I find out that he is baby sitting too. However, it's now time to give the baby back. I go into the front yard and see a family ready to leave. When I appear with the baby they say, "Just in time." They take the baby and drive away.

Entry: 37
5 June 2001

I'm in the front yard with my family. Steve asks me to get him a drink. There's a small inflatable wading pool filled with alcoholic root beer and ice. There's also regular beer in the second mail box. He wants half of each. Since the drinks have a low alcohol content, and Steve knows that they're alcoholic, I go to get him one. I fix a drink for myself at the same time. I fill two cups three quarters full from the pool. Since Steve wants half and half, I empty his cup a bit. He gets upset when I do this. He's now about seven years old. On the verge of tears or a tantrum, he says, "Why are you pouring my drink back in?" I tell him I was just trying to even it out. His drink is now one quarter full. I try to refill it, but now the pool is just ice.

I go to the second mailbox to fill his cup the rest of the way, but when I tilt the mailbox forward, large chunks of ice start to clunk out onto the pavement. Steve is now very upset with me. I turn to the rest of my family and ask, "What was I supposed to do? It's the mailbox's fault." Mom examines the mailbox, which is still shooting out large chunks of ice, and declares that it has been taken over by aliens. Dad puts some groceries under the mailbox as an offering and the microscopic aliens start eating the cereal and other groceries. I pick up two grocery bags under the mailbox and take them inside, thinking these weren't meant to be offerings. Then I think these bags, too, were meant to appease the aliens. I look out the window and see that the mailbox is on fire. As I watch, it jumps out of the ground and bounces onto our front lawn. It is joined to our real mailbox by the post. I tell mom the second mailbox will burn our real mailbox as well as the lawn if we don't do something.

My family then enters an auditorium with a big screen. Bill Clinton is sitting by the door with Brent on one side of him and an empty chair on the other. I think Bill might want Hillary or Al to sit next to him. His coat is in the empty seat as if he's saving it. Dad is sitting behind Clinton, but there's no place next to him. Mom is in the next row. When she sees me, she scoots over and I sit down. She says, "I can't believe Brent is sitting next to Bill Clinton," with obvious disgust. Brent is involved in a deep conversation with the President.

I see some of my high school friends sitting towards the center of the auditorium, so I go to sit with them. There isn't any room on their row, so I sit behind them. The lights go out and a movie starts to play. Shawn keeps turning around and saying things to me while the movie is playing. I then see Patrick on the edge of the aisle, so I go sit next to him. Shawn doesn't notice I'm gone until he turns around to say something and I'm not there. Patrick and I watch the movie. There's an actor who looks like Clinton with a dopey look on his face. The director is running the projection from a few rows down and makes comments throughout the film. I don't pay much attention to the movie, but I'm sure it's going to be embarrassing for everybody.

Some girls sitting in the row in front of us have an empty seat and invite Patrick to join them. He looks at me and I tell him it's okay. He eagerly joins the girls. I look down the row and see David sitting by himself, confusedly looking around for me. I move over to join him, but he disappears, so I just sit down in the middle of the empty row. Shawn comes up and sits next to me. He puts his head on my shoulder. I shrug him off, but he puts his head on my shoulder again, so I stop trying to shrug him off.

I then hear confusion from the audience and look up at the movie. The screen is so blurry I can't see what's happening. The director, who is obviously an amatuer, explains with pride what's going on. "Bill Clinton is attempting to unscrew a 5/8 bolt with a 3/4 rachet because he is so stupid." The camera zooms back and we see Clinton. I watch for a few minutes as Clinton successfully unscrews the bolt and pulls it free.

My entire high school class is now in a restaurant. I walk around the outside of the building looking for people. It's raining, so I only find smokers standing next to the back door. I go inside. I want to sit next to Shawn, but there's no room, so I sit next to Eminem who is alone at a table. Eminem doesn't say anything to me. He just finishes his meal quickly and leaves.

Entry: 38
21 June 2001

I was looking at a map of the Pepperidge neighborhood with our current position marked. It wouldn't take long to run to the Montague's house from whom I could borrow a car to drive grandpa home. Buffy wasn't sure the Montagues would let me borrow a car. I knew the Pelloms lived close to the Montagues and they'd definately let me borrow a car if they had one to spare. Before I ran all the way there, Dawn thought we should ask Glory for a car because she let us borrow her small red convertible before. Glory's house was closer, but she was our nemesis. Brent thought we should try the house across the street. We didn't know the guy who lived there that well, but he knew us well enough to trust us. We went across the street. The guy answered the door wearing a bathrobe and holding a martini. I asked if we could borrow one of his cars. He said sorry, but he couldn't bare to be without one. As I turned around to leave, I saw he had dozens of cars. The cars then became people sitting in lounge chairs.

We went back into the house we had come from. I saw a young man fighting an invisible monster in the kitchen. I went into the back room and asked the woman there if she needed help. She insisted that she didn't and became somewhat angry with me, so I left. I was in the process of switching CDs, replacing the current one with a light blue CD with billowly lines radiating out from its center, when the young man pinned the invisible monster to the wall and told me to throw the CD at it. I did, but I didn't hurt the monster because I threw the CD too hard. He demonstrated that the monster came from an opposite world and hitting it hard didn't hurt, but gently touching it did. He lightly ran a coin-sized disk across the monster like making strokes with a paint brush. He eventually cut the monster open and its guts came out of it. I realized only the outer shell of the monster was invisible, its insides were easy to see. What I had previously thought was the monster's head turned out to be its entire body. It looked like a large insect with a humanoid face drawn on its belly. The young man told me to cut the monster in half entirely. He had already cut through most of it, I only had to slide a knife down its center and cut it vertically in half. At one point, the young man said, "I confess I used to be Canadian."

I looked at the monster's guts, most notably intestines, lying on the kitchen tile. Some of its guts looked like hamburger. My dog approached the guts and began to eat them. I immediately shushed my dog away. I scooped up the guts into a bowl that was on the kitchen table. I had to use a second bowl to contain them all. I put these bowls on the table so the dog wouldn't get at them, then turned my attention back to the young man who had killed the monster.

"I'm going to be the greatest mage ever," he announced.

"No you're not," I said. "That's Tim Hunter."

He didn't press the issue and hurried towards the door.

"Wait," I said. "I could probably use your help sometime. Tell me how I can contact you."

He was hesitant, but eventually handed me a paper before quickly leaving the house. I looked over the paper. I saw one address in New Hampshire where he used to live and one in Rhode Island where he currently lived. There was a telephone, fax, and email listed at the bottom of the page.

Entry: 39
9 July 2001

There's a conveyer belt with metal slides branching off from it. A different comic book comes down each slide. I recognize Transmetropolitan, Hellblazer, and Preacher among others. I look over the comics and flip through the pages, but nothing interests me. I have to take off my shirt to get to the older issues farther up the slide. As I'm climbing up, a fully clothed man comes down the slide and I'm embarrassed since I'm in my underwear. I go back down, swing myself on top of an elephant, and ride down the sidewalk.

I get to the spot where I'm supposed to cross the street. There's an elementary school across from me which has just gotten out. I'm still in my underwear, but I'm not embarrassed because I'm sitting on top of my coat and riding the elephant. After I cross the street, a child grabs my coat which stops the elephant in its tracks. The child has a short conversation with me which I don't remember. A bus comes and the child lets go. I turn the elephant around so that I'm going back to where the slides are. I head down the sidewalk ahead of the bus. When the bus is about to catch up to me, I get off the elephant and put my coat on. I turn my head as the bus is approaching so the bus driver can't see my face. I do this as a joke since there's no reason to hide my face. When I put my coat on the elephant disappears. I walk down the street to my house.

I'm in my room with Pat and Brent. We hear someone approach the front door and knock. I know his name is Mitchell and that he's gay. While still outside, he says, "I'm violently confrontational." This is funny because I know it's from a salesman's script he's supposed to read and he has condensed it. He lets himself into the house and finds his way into my room. He asks if Judy is here. He has a petition to help the homeless for her to punch (as in punching a hole in a ballot). Making fun of his script, I say I'll "violently" punch the ballot. Brent says he can punch it for mom if he has to.

I notice the wall above my closet is swarming with spiders. I didn't mind when there were just a few of them, but now I go to get the bug spray. Mitchell says it's okay to spray them while he's here. I go through the laundry room to get to the stairway. There, I notice several spiders coming out of the wall opposite to mine. I go upstairs and get "Bug Off" from the closet. I notice the door to my parent's room is locked. I come back downstairs and enter the laundry room. The spiders are now floating in the air, blocking my way. I spray them with Bug Off and they fall to the floor. There is a beetle the size of my fist which is immune to Bug Off. It flies without using its wings. It dives towards me. I dodge and hit it with the spray can. Brent, in the other room, hears me and says we should ask Mitchell if it's okay to use the bug spray around him. Mitchell says it's fine. I get around the beetle and pass through the beaded doorway to get back to my room.

I look back to see if the beetle will follow me through the beads. It does. It comes at me again and I hit it with the can to keep it away from me. Brent grabs the beetle and holds onto it. I tell him not to hold it because it will dig its claws into him. He grabs one of the beetle's legs and swings it around in circles to keep it from harming him. He tells me to stop watching him and spray the spiders. He has a plan for getting rid of the beetle but the spiders must be gone first.

Entry: 40
29 July 2001

I'm on another planet. I'm one of four brothers who all look the same. We wear different colored clothing so others can tell us apart. All of us are being buried because we're dead. On this planet, dead people are sealed into clear tubes which preserve the body forever, never to rot. I find myself in one of these tubes looking out at my mother and the doctor. I feel peaceful, but then realize I'm in the wrong tube, this one belongs to my brother. I slide to the bottom of the tube and appear in another one which is mine. My brother's body is in my tube and smells strongly of formaldahyde, but I don't let the smell bother me. I switch tubes again somehow and I'm in my second brother's tube, then I'm in a tube with my third brother. I then appear back in the tube with my first brother's body. My mother is looking into the tube and sees me moving around. She gets the doctor's attention and asks, "Do you see him?" The doctor looks over.

The previous scene segues into a video game I'm playing. It's kind of like Sonic the Hedgehog, but there's also sections of it in which I'm looking down on a space ship and fire at enemies both in the air and on the ground. I push a button which is supposed to be my secret weapon, but it makes a boss enemy appear and it destroys my ship. In the 3D side scrolling portion of the game, there are four different types of levels to choose from. One of the levels is represented by a lightning bolt which means speed is required. I'm able to easily advance through the different types of levels. I think to myself, "The last time I played this game, it was hard." I'm playing the game with a friend who is alternately Pat and Aaron.

Then we're in a bank. We walk to the exit where a security guard is holding a bank robber. The security guard is distracted by something and the bank robber tells us he's going to escape. He quickly jumps towards the door, but both Pat and I grab him. I then realize the robber is an actor because he throws himself forcibly to the ground and makes it look like I did it. Everyone in the bank cheers when the robber hits the ground. I know this is just a routine they do at the bank so ordinary people can feel like heros. I modestly tell the crowd that what I did was nothing. Casually looking down at the robber, I see several magnets are stuck to his butt. This sight disturbs me and I fall silent in the middle of my speech.

Aaron and I take a seat at a table with two of his co-workers. Aaron and a black girl are sitting with their backs to the exit. I'm facing the vault, sitting around the corner from the girl. There's a square cut into the middle of the table. A man with dread locks is sitting inside the square, facing Aaron. The girl has a bag of party mix and asks if I want any. I decline. She does some sleight of hand tricks with the pretzel sticks. The girl talks with Aaron about work. I remember her saying, "They want us to do the 900 worklist without OJT."

The man sitting in the table interupts them and says to Aaron, "I'm sorry, it's not okay when you sit there, but it is okay for him to sit there?" This means that Aaron won't sit where I am because he thinks it's weird to sit so close to another man. I take this as a hint and tell the girl we need to switch seats. I'm not sure how to convince her of this, but she immediately gets up from her seat and we switch. Her bag of snacks is in front of me, so I hand it over to her, but her hands are full, so I place it on the table in front of her. When I sit down in her seat I notice that it's pleasantly warm.

I have some pretzel sticks in my hand. I try to make it look like I'm pulling them out of thin air, but I look ridiculous. The girl asks me, "You do work, don't you?" Before I can respond, she quickly talks about her last job at CommComm. She realizes that if I don't work, it could be embarrassing for me to admit it. I resent her implication that I don't work, so I interupt her quick stream of speech and tell her that I like working at American Express better than working at CommComm. To this she simply replies, "Oh really?" I try to think of something else to add and get awkward.

Some girls call my name from another table. They say, "Darrell, can you help us figure out where this is?" I excuse myself from Aaron's table and join the girls. I expect they need help with a geography question. The four girls are all named Andrea. I know them from grade school. One of them says, "Your name is Darrell? Wow. We are good." Andrea Jordan then starts reading a riddle. I look over her shoulder and see the riddle takes up a page and she's only reading the last couple sentences. There is a picture on the opposite page of four anthropomorphic animals standing on a tree branch. One of the animals is a "blue deer that drools fire." The riddle ends with the question, "How?"

I pick up the book with the intention of reading the entire riddle, but I know I won't be able to figure out the answer even then, although the riddle does feel familiar to me and I believe I knew the answer at some time. I tell the Andreas that it will take me a moment to figure out the answer. I delay by making some awkward conversation with them.

"So, you all work here?"

"Yep."

Entry: 41
30 July 2001

I'm in the backyard. I fly over the roof and lower myself into the front yard. An Asian woman is dropping her young child off at my neighbor's day care. She's amazed that I'm flying and I'm amazed that she can see me. I fly around some more and everyone I meet is amazed that I can fly. I discover that when I'm close to the ground I travel slowly. I get faster the higher up I go. I need much more concentration to go up than to travel back and forth. My head tingles whenever I rise. When I'm really high up in the air, I get breathtaking views of the ground below. I fly through alleys, over backyards, and towards distant mountains. I impress people everywhere I go. At one point, I fly up through a house with a very large and cluttered attic. I fly up through an open window and see a boy sitting on top of the roof. I think he's going to be amazed to see me, but instead he seems angry. I notice that he would have had to make a dangerous climb from the window to get up here.

Later, I'm walking through the hallways of my old high school with a couple friends. We enter the cafeteria and sit down to eat. Someone calls out my name. I turn around and see that it's Drew. I think it would be rude to leave the friends I'm with, but they say it's okay, so I go over to Drew who becomes Bart, a football player I don't know that well. He's sitting at a large circular table which is divided from the rest of the cafeteria by a glass wall. He heartily greets me and introduces me around the table. Everyone tells me their name and shakes my hand, but I know there's no way I'll remember their names, so I don't even try. One of the girls is Bart's sister. Her voice sounds much like his and she jokes about this. Bart turns into my cousin Adam. I think to myself that I'll have a dream about meeting all these people when I go to sleep tonight. The only person at the table I recognize is Tim who I know from church. The strangers all greeted me enthusiastically, so I expect Tim to be excited to see me, but instead he's reluctant to shake my hand and doesn't say anything.

Adam and I go around the table in a flurry of introductions. He stops in front of an attractive girl. Instead of introducing me to her, he tells me to feel her jacket because it's made of a special material. He rubs the fabric between his fingers and runs his hand up and down the front of her jacket. I put my hand on her shoulder and rub the arm of the jacket so she doesn't think I'm feeling her up. The fabric feels like cotton. I think to myself, "This is nothing compared to velveteen." Adam is distracted with rubbing the girl's jacket, so I go to the next person at the table by myself. He is an old man, sitting apart from everyone else. I shake his hand and say only, "Sir." I then find two other men sitting further away. The first man is the security guard from the Drew Carey show. He shakes my hand, but says, "Do you want me to lose my job?" I say, "Oh, ya, because you're a security guard, you're not supposed to touch people." After shaking his hand I shake the hand of the man next to him, who is also a security guard. I realize these two and the old man were not part of the group, so it was wierd for me to shake their hands. I then go back to my original table, eager to finish my lunch.

Entry: 42
31 July 2001

I'm in a large multi-storied house with a bunch of teenagers. We start at the top floor and race downstairs searching for a room to claim. All of the rooms are large and have big bathrooms, but certain rooms are more desirable than others. When I find a room I like, someone else has already claimed it. When I find a room that hasn't been claimed, I don't want it for some reason. I eventually get to the basement which is a pyramid occupied by my brothers. The pyramid has a low ceiling and a dirt floor with taffy scattered across it. Steve is in an area in back which goes further underground and is almost too dark to see into. You'd have to slide through a narrow crack to get back there. I eat some of the taffy I find and it tastes fairly good. Brent and Steve are looking for something important in the rooms of the pyramid. I help them look for a moment, but I lose interest. To exit the pyramid, I slide out of a doggie door toes first with my belly on the ground.

I'm then walking through a campground area which has a nicely-tended lawn and a paved trail. I walk past several tents and greet a fellow camper. The campers all wear colorful jumpsuits. A blonde jogger comes up behind me. I move out of the way for her to pass, but she playfully chases me back to my house. I'm not interested in her and want her to leave me alone. When we're inside, we tumble onto the floor and flirt with each other. My friend Christina comes out of the wall behind me. Seeing another woman interested in me, she becomes possessive. She lays down next to me and rolls on top of me. Her body is warm and pleasant, but I'm now interested in the blonde girl, so I try to put some distance between us.

Zander from Buffy the Vampire Slayer comes through the front door and the blonde girl jumps up to greet him. I know he's just her friend so I'm not jealous. After exchanging a couple words with him, I think to myself how cool Zander is. He doesn't act like he's better than everybody because he's an actor. He acts like a regular guy. I notice some acne on his face. Zander gives the blonde girl some laminated pages which are a list of the checks she's written lately. She takes the pages over to the wall where more pages are hanging in clear envelopes.

She complains of a moldy smell, and I think the smell may be coming from me. She then looks over at a childishly scrawled picture I recently drew of various obscure religious themes. I'm very embarrassed that she's looking at the picture since it shows how badly I draw and also what a religious nerd I am. St. Mark was in the bottom center square of the picture. He was basically a stick figure with his name written underneath. Mom and my brothers are in the room now. Brent assures the girl that no one will look at her records. He then reconciders and says there's one guy who could look at them. I make a joke out of it and start to say the guy can sneak into the room disguised as one of us, but Brent interupts me and says, "He's Jesus."

Entry: 43
1 August 2001

I'm at the computer looking through some files I want to keep secret. Steve comes into the room. I hide the disk in my desk when he looks at the clock. He begins to talk to me when I notice the keyboard is sliding out of the desk. It's too noticeable to keep secret, but I'm as nonchalant as possible in putting the keyboard away again. Several other people enter the room including Brent, Pat, a friend of his, and a woman I don't know. The woman sits at the computer and starts looking through various files. Everyone else looks over her shoulder. There's a problem she's trying to fix. I know my files are on the disk and not the computer, but I'm still worried they'll find out what I'm trying to hide.

Eventually everyone gives up on the computer. Pat and his friend want to go to a movie and so do I. There are several cars in the driveway, but the woman's car is the only one we can take since it's blocking the rest from exiting. She doesn't mind us taking her car, but she doesn't want too many people to be in it. The three of us go outside. Pat turns into Rob and the other cars in the driveway disappear. I'm looking at Rob and his friend's feet and see that they're both wearing shoes, but I'm not. I go back inside to get my shoes and ask Brent and Steve if they want to go to the movie since they look real bored. They both want to go, but the woman reminds me that she doesn't want too many people in her car. I realize the movie is probably R rated and Brent and Steve wouldn't want to go if they knew that.

I then see a McDonald's commercial on TV. The commercial addresses the fact that McDonald's is running low on orange ice cream, which there has been a great deal of concern over. The commercial encourages those who really love orange ice cream to hurry to McDonald's as quickly as possible, and informs everybody else to choose a different flavor. I'm then at McDonald's waiting in line to buy ice cream. McDonald's is very busy and I'm at the end of the line. By the time I get to the front, I'm the only customer waiting to be served. The employees who were frantically taking orders are now relaxed and friendly. Three employees are standing around me, two behind the counter and one next to me. I really want an orange, but a different flavor is okay with me, so I look over what they have and choose the mint green ice cream with red and blue mixed in. The ice cream is hanging from a back wall. The blonde boy unrolls the flavor like unrolling a paper towel and scrapes the ice cream from the paper into a cone.

The boy says, "Don't I recognize you?"

"I'm not the type of person you'd recognize," I say.

"What's your name?"

"Darrell."

"Hey, I'm a Darrell too."

I try to read his name tag to see if he really is named Darrell, but I can't see it that well. The girl standing next to me starts talking with the girl behind the counter in a conversation I'm meant to overhear in which she mentions her name is Carry. I know that this is a routine the three of them came up with to introduce me and Carry to each other. She's a few years younger than me and quite a bit shorter. I sit down at one of the few empty tables in the place and begin eating my ice cream. Carry follows me to the table and sits down across from me. I'm glad she sat next to me. She says she can be forward with me because I'm alone and she's on her home turf. She sticks her finger into my ice cream, scoops some up, and eats it to demonstrate. I haven't said anything yet as I've been concentrating on the ice cream. I start to lick it suggestively while looking at her and smile inwardly at the reversal of male and female roles.

Esther from work then gets up from a table and walks past me. I turn my head to look after her and see Brent and Steve were sitting just a couple tables down and I remember I was supposed to meet them here.

Entry: 44
9 August 2001

An old lady is telling me about the Baseball Hall of Fame. She says that some players who were included shouldn't have been. For example, one guy got in without ever hitting the ball. He struck out 1000 times. Me and my cat Geiger go to look at the Hall of Fame. We walk through the backyard and the rabbit curiously follows us, but stays just out of reach. We walk near the balcony and see the hole in the ground that leads to the Hall of Fame. The hole looks too small for me to fit into, but when I stand on it, I'm able to slide inside. We find ourselves in a large dim slightly foggy room underneath the balcony. I see a dozen or so Scrabble tiles on the floor arranged into words. The one word I remember is "Che." Geiger is cold and running frantically around the room looking for warmth. I pick her up and hug her for awhile, then set her down. When I try to pick her up again, she runs away around a corner. I follow her, but everything is blurry so I leave the room to get my glasses. I go inside the house from the balcony and find dad playing Scrabble. Since she knows I want to play this game with Geiger, mom tells dad he isn't playing it right and should let me have it. I can see dad really wants the game, so I don't force the issue

I find the hole that leads back to the Hall of Fame near the fireplace downstairs. I stand over the hole and wait for my weight to cause me to slide down, but I don't move anywhere. I jump, but the ground is quite solid. I bend down and remove a piece of cloth from the hole and pull out a wadded up tissue. The hole is surrounded with cement and there's no way I can slip back into it.

Entry: 45
22 August 2001

I'm in the backyard of a cabin with a large group of people. There's some vague shapes off in the distance. Someone yells, "Kill them, we don't know what they are." Several people open fire, killing many of them. I want to learn what everybody is shooting at, so I go around the side of the battlefield to investigate. There's a gigantic ape on the other side who can't be killed by the bullets. He says, "Why are you shooting at me just because you don't know what I am?" He then sees me and gives chase, so I run back to the rest of the group.

The giant ape is right behind me, so I run into the cabin which he's too big to fit into. I hear people behind me get captured and "eaten" by the ape. At this point I realize we're on a television show where people don't really die. Getting eaten by the ape involves being chewed upon by the giant sponges of its dinosaur mouth. Since nobody else went into the cabin, I think I should go outside with the rest of the group and allow myself to be eaten, but even though I know it's not real, I'm afraid to go outside.

I notice a smaller cabin nearby which some people are hiding in. The big ape turns into a dinosaur and starts pushing the cabin up the mountain. Then I see it's actually pushing a large storage tank next to the second cabin. I know the dinosaur needs to bring the storage tank back with it. The ape then becomes aware of more people still standing around the back porch. I climb up the steps leading to the back door and see the people are contestants from Murder in Small Town X. The ape is coming, so I press myself against the steps so he won't see me. It eats all the people.

Two Chinese men then come into the cabin and begin fiddling around with some electronics. When the dinosaur passes by the window, they hide underneath the pillows on the couch, as do I. However, the dinosaur sees them and begins talking with them. I realize they're on his side. The dinosaur sees my legs sticking out and realizes I'm the last person. He starts to issue commands for my capture, but I jump up and run out of the cabin. He starts to follow me. I see my parent's white van and slide under it. The dinosaur looks small enough to follow me, so I start to yell, "Inconsistant size! You can't be big then small." Which causes it to get big again and unable to follow me. I go into the passenger side and lock all the doors. I start up the engine and drive away down twisting mountain paths. The dinosaur can't see me because the trees provide cover.

As I'm driving, the ape says to me, "I know where you work." Then I hear my mom say, "He doesn't work there anymore. I don't know where he works now." I decide not to go to work just in case mom's information becomes up to date. I get back into the city. The van is too visible now, so I think it should be invisible and it is. I use the protected left turn lane to pass idle cars. I can't stop because I'd get rear ended. When I'm almost home, I hear the Chinese men talking with the ape over radio. They've got an instrument that can see me when I'm invisible. They're in a fireworks shop just across the street from my house and they're telling the ape where I am. I'm now invisible myself, so I go into the store and light the place on fire before they know what's happening. The entire building explodes as I leave.

I know it's too dangerous to go home, so I continue down the road. I end up in New Orleans. In addition to being invisible, I now have the ability to fly. I go to the tallest building in New Orleans which is an old clock tower. The narrator, an eldery voodoo lady, says that from then on, I was cursed never to leave the tallest building in New Orleans. Then it's the future and I'm Johnny Depp. There's a spiral staircase made out of tires. There are steps to climb up, and going down is as easy as a slide. I slide down the staircase for fun, and being Johnny Depp, I look cool doing it.

I'm then Bruce Willis and I have the added ability to walk through walls. There are places I can't help but bump into people, but I start to walk through people too. I'm able to walk through special security doors with no problem, however there are some faery like people who can sense my presence. A lot of times I have to resort to flying straight up in the air to avoid capture, but I'm not that good at flying. It's like climbing up the outer edge of a staircase.

I walk through a security door that leads to a bank. This time the door beeps when I walk through it. There's an old lady sitting in the waiting area who looks over at the door when it buzzed, but seeing no one there, she thinks nothing further of it and goes back to waiting. She's one of the people trying to catch me because I stole her daddy's money. At this point, I realize I'm watching a movie. I see a pile of money in back. Bundles of bills appear out of the air and are added to the pile. I hear another person who wants to catch Bruce Willis say, "How convenient. He's returning all the money right when we were about to rob the bank."

I exit the bank, but there's a faery who can see me. There are also men in puffy white suits made of a material that I can't walk through trying to grab me. I try to fly straight up, but I don't do that good and end up having to climb. The faery is able to follow me up. I dive back down to the ground, but bump into one of the white suits. I fly back up, this time higher than the faery can follow. I hear her on the radio tell her superiors my new position. I see Old New Orleans off in the distance, and fly back to the old clock tower since it's still the tallest building in New Orleans even in the future. When I get there, I realize that I'm cursed to stay there forever, but I don't mind since I got to have one last adventure first.

Entry: 46
31 August 2001

I'm in New York when the power goes out. I see a casino off in the distance which I think may be in New Jersey. When I think of going there, I'm suddenly inside. Since the power's out, each pull of the lever is a jackpot. I start with a candy machine. Each time I push the button, a candy bar falls down even though I didn't put in any money. I get as much candy as I can hold and eat some of it before proceeding to the slot machines. I go to a dollar slot and pull the lever. I get a jackpot. Dollar coins start spitting out around me. The guy sitting next to me, who is Morgan, says we aren't supposed to play the slots with the power out. I knew this of course, but pretend ignorance. I put as many coins into my coat pockets as I can while the machine keeps spitting out more.

A man enters the room and starts addressing the group. It becomes apparent he is a recruitor for a football team. He tells everybody that the bulk of us didn't make it. He says if we come back at midnight, he'll give us the reasons he was personally disappointed with each of us. I'm worried that he'll realize I didn't try out and wonder why I'm here, but when he looks at me, he doesn't act surprised. He goes on to say something about "You might think getting 50% of the field goals is good because there were so many other people on the field, but it's not." He ends up dismissing us. Everyone leaves rather quickly except for me since I need to gather up my candy bars, coins, and coat, as well as luggage and some tennis balls which have just appeared.

I'm worried that the recruiter won't let me take the money, but he just stands next to me until I pick everything up to encourage me to hurry and leave. Outside the room, a group of security guards are showing people the exits. With the power off, security cameras and special access doors are useless and it would be very easy for someone to get into the vault. I'm worried about being caught as it is, so I follow the security guard to the door and exit where she indicates.

Once we're outside, Morgan tells me we have to hurry. I tell him I have to put on my coat and rearrange everything I'm carrying first so that I won't drop everything. He says fine, but reminds me to hurry. He points out Andrea, the leader of our group. She is waiting for us up ahead. I put on my coat and say I'm ready to go. I then notice four coins have fell out of my pocket. I stop to put them back in, thinking to myself, "It might not seem like much, but it's four dollars." Some people notice me and I know I have to hurry. I see Andrea looking back at me from a distance. I run on the strip of lawn between the sidewalk and the buildings to pass the crowd and the next time Andrea turns around, I'm right behind her. Seeing this, she begins to run and I somehow manage to keep up despite everything I'm carrying.

Others in the group join up. I can't help thinking I don't belong to this group either. The group stops running at a particularly dark section of the alley. They climb some stairs up to the roof of the building. On the roof, Andrea lifts an air conditioning vent which resembles a roulette wheel and jumps inside. I lift it next, but don't see a hole to dive down.

Entry: 47
28 September 2001

I'm in a car with Mom. She's driving. We're running late. We come down an incline heading west towards State Street. We stop at the intersection. The left turn light goes on and Mom starts going forward even though we're going straight through the intersection. She narrowly misses hitting a car turning left. She doesn't notice that she did something wrong until I tell her. At this point, she becomes more nervous about driving than before.

We didn't turn left on State because it was rush hour and the traffic is heavy. We drive into a residential zone instead hoping to find a shortcut to where we're going. We find, however, that these streets are even more crowded than the main one. One of us says, "These roads are always more crowded than the main streets at rush hour."

Since I spend more time driving than Mom, I think I should be the navigator. "I never run into any traffic when I go to work. I know the way to avoid traffic," I say.

"I'm sure you do," Mom replies.

I'm secretly glad she doesn't want me to tell her where to go since I'm as lost as she is in this particular neighborhood.

We want to go south instead of west, so I look for places we can turn. One intersection we approach is crowded with traffic when we view it from a distance, but when we drive through it, there are no other cars around. I point out that we should have turned left at the intersection, but we're already driving past it.

As we continue driving, I see another road with no traffic and point it out to Mom. She almost drives past it, but manages to do a near U-turn to get on the road. This is a dirt road with tall stalks of corn to either side taller than our car. We see the previous road that we missed turning down merges with the road we're on. The road then turns sharply west. Mom isn't able to turn that sharply and ends up on the shoulder, nearly colliding with a tree.

Suddenly a tightly packed group of cars rush up from behind us from both roads. They merge together orderly like a zipper. After about two dozen cars, traffic disappears again. Mom is anxious to pull back onto the road and cuts off the last car in the procession instead of waiting for it. We drive underneath the shade of some large trees and everything is darkness.

We're then in a sealed off room. Mom and I are on a raised platform along with about a dozen others. It's like the top of a large bunk bed. I start looking for a place to climb down. Some of the men in the group don't want me to leave their sight. A young boy scrambles down the bed ahead of me to the ground floor. He then goes down some stairs to a dead end with a picture of JFK. There is an inaccesible door in the wall seven feet above him.

I go to the other side of the bed and look down. I see a man lying face down with shaggy brown hair and wearing a trench coat. This is the corpse of a detective. Mom and I start to climb down the same side of the bed as the kid despite the men who don't want me to go down there.

We walk down a hall along the side of the bed. To our right, we notice a false panel in the wall. Mom is now the same age as I am. She says, "I would be afraid of that if I lived here."

I want to get everybody in the room working together on a common goal, so I stand on a platform and announce to the whole room, "We need to find a way out of this room before the corpse starts rotting and the smell makes it so we can't breathe."

Mom and I then find a queen sized bed with the blankets not on quite right. We make the bed together. While we are doing so, Levi walks up and starts talking to me. I think he will help us make the bed, but he doesn't. After the bed is made, we go to where I saw the corpse, but we find it missing, with only his clothes still there.

I'm now reading a comic book called House of Secrets about the bedroom we were just in. I see a girl go to sleep in the bed, then she gets murdered by someone wearing the secret panel we saw earlier. The murderer appears as a small box with arms and legs sticking out and a knot hole for an eye. Someone reading the comic over my shoulder says, "That's not Axel is it? Axel Eiger?" I know that the secret panel is really Plyck. Everyone wants to get revenge. I tell them, "First we have to find him." I go to the room next door where the secret panel is in the floor next to the fireplace. I open the secret door, but inside is empty. I bang each side of the small box with a stick to demonstrate to the others that there's nothing inside.

I'm then with a group of people wondering through an indoor swap meet. Hanging blankets separate the various merchants. We stop at a place that looks like my kitchen. An elderly lady is selling various toys I used to play with when I was a child. My wife and I look around for something to buy. There are many small clear plastic containers with various toys inside. The lady calls these boxes, "Samplers."

Nobody in the group finds anything to buy and they move on. I stay behind to bathe myself in nostalgia. The elderly lady is now my dog Sugar, who continues to talk about the merchandise available. I think I should get something for my baby, who my wife just carried away, but the toys are all choking hazards. I really want the toys for myself. They mainly consist of Legos and Loc Blocks, still arranged in the towers and monsters I built them in. There is a Godzilla and a three headed dragon. As I look over the merchandise, I eat the best tasting Rice Krispie Treats which I found among the toys.

I accidentally knock over a tall rickety building and the pieces fall a little bit apart. I set about rebuilding the tower, then set it back down where it was. In doing this, I knock over another tall rickety contraption whose pieces scatter all over the floor. I'm unable to rebuild the second building.

The talking dog is now more of a Terrier (Sugar is an American Eskimo). The dog is no longer shooting the breeze, but telling me something important. Its voice changes to a more deep human sounding voice to give me its serious message. I don't remember what it said.

I'm now reading this as if in a comic book. Ben turns to leave the shop and the dog says, "Watch out for the ragtime peacenik. Don't turn your back on him." The dog is talking in its regular voice now and I wonder how the comic displays the differences in its tone. I look up at a previous panel and see that when the dog is using a serious voice, its words are enclosed in single quote marks.

In the next panel, Ben is on stage singing a song. The ragtime singer exited the stage just before him.

Entry: 48
21 October 2001

I'm in an arcade. I'm not very keen on playing any of the games, but I don't want to just stand around, so I look over which games are available. One guy is playing a shooting game. I notice a quarter on the floor by his foot, which I leave alone. The game next to him is also a shooting game. It seems to be out of order. The marquee that lists your score when you're playing and how much the game costs when you're not, lists a ridiculously high amount of money to play it. The game is also about five years out of date. It's the sort of game you'd only play to kill time.

I look at the next game, a shooting/pinball game, which costs 81 cents. I think about getting the quarter from the floor to play it, thinking in my mind that a quarter is worth about a dollar. Then I realize 81 cents is more than a five year old arcade game should cost. I hesitate in front of the machine wondering if I should pay anyway. The bartender walks past me and asks if I'll have anything to drink.

"What do you have?" I ask.

He thinks this is a stupid question because they have a wide variety of drinks, so he says back to me, "Liquid that comes in a glass."

I was wondering if they served anything alcoholic here, and I'm afraid to ask if they do for fear of offending. The bartender, reminiscent of the coach in the Rocky movies, comes back from behind the bar and approaches me again. He shows me how to play the pinball/slot machine I was standing in front of. I'm surprised at how friendly he is and think to myself that I've met a tv bartender but in real life. Since I'm reluctant to put my own money in, he goes ahead and spots me some quarters. He plays a few games, then hits the jackpot. 375,000 dollars. The marquee above the game flashes the message, "Good thing you're not in Iowa" because that's the only state in which gambling is illegal.

Since the bartender was playing on my behalf, I'm the one who gets all the money. Dozens of quarters shoot out and I put as many as I can fit into my pockets. I only end up with about fifty dollars worth of quarters when the machine stops paying off. I don't really care that much, though. It seems like the rest of the money is going to be mailed to me or something.

The bartender goes in back and his wife comes out with two small children. The children are fighting with each other playfully. They run into the back after their dad. I think about asking her the children's names to make conversation, but then think that if I did, I'd be implying that they are a charity case for me now that I'm rich. One of the kids and a new kid come running out before I can say anything and they begin to run around their mother and pull on her jeans.

I leave the store with the guy who was playing the shooting game and Steve Buscemi. The guy says he won ten thousand dollars or so and I say, "I think it's a trick. I won a quarter less than four hundred thousand dollars myself."

He says, "Wow. Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars. That's quite a haul."

We say this walking outside. We reach a building and I ask, "Is that our club?" Right after I ask I remember it used to be our club, but we moved to a new location further away. The guy tells me this and points in the direction of the new club.

The new club is several blocks away, but I say, "I guess we could use the walk."

The three of us continue up a sidewalk where we find a newly dropped black cell phone. "Is this your cell phone?" I ask Steve. He says it is and takes it. I then notice a white cordless phone hidden under a stack of videos. "Is that somebody's phone?" Steve wants us to keep walking, so I continue, but then I go back and pick up the phone. Things start to take on the quality of a movie in which I know everything that's going to happen. I know Steve is secretly a Communist and he's planning on betraying me. I know this phone is the first clue that he's a traitor.

I see that the phone is turned on and it's an open line. I hear a staticky droning noise. I say, "I'm back," and a voice on the other end starts to talk on and on about socialism. I hand the phone to Steve and say, "Here. You're the Communist." He takes the phone and listens to the message.

The next scene shows me and Steve putting on our shoes before entering a house where a party is going on. The camera does a close up on our feet and shows the interior of our shoes. The shoes are wider than our feet and fit very loosely. I know this is supposed to be the second clue that Steve is a Communist.

Entry: 49
29 October 2001

I'm in my grandparent's basement with two other guys. I think to myself, "Wow, this is a very realistic dream," but I'm not exactly lucid. We're here to steal some things. One of the guys starts putting things into a large white bag and I ask him to toss a bag over to me. I go into a room lately occupied by my cousin Chey. She's taken everything important to her new place. I look over what she's left behind.

I open her drawers and find these really cool tiny toys. I also find a miniature comic book based on Wordworth's poem The City of Women. I flip through the comic and get a vague idea of the story from the pictures. An explorer finds an Amazonian city deep in the jungle. At first he is welcome, but towards the end he gets hunted by the women. I remember one picture in particular of a mongoliod woman with her hair pinned above her head in a bun with a fierce expression on her face.

I also find three wooden boxes designed as suitcases which fold out into a chess board, a checker board, and a backgammon board. The backgammon board has only three pieces, two circular disks and a third disk with a handle, similar to the paddle in an air hockey game but miniature. I wonder for awhile how one would play backgammon. I also find a very cool futuristic-looking skeleton key which seems to glow with a light of its own. I put all this stuff in my bag which I discover is small and multi-colored.

I return to the comic. There is a stack of them all based on literature. Probably a rather rare set. One of my relatives is standing nearby and tells me the little books originally came with Aspiren. I tell her that's a cool idea. "You're sick, you're stuck in bed, you like to have something to read." I think to myself that it would be cool if companies still included stuff like that with their products today and I kind of wish I was older so I could have gotten cool things like this.

I take a long time looking through my cousin's room. My fellow theives come back from their looting and wait on me. We see three other guys dash off further down the basement trying to catch us. I say we should wait here and I turn off several lights to hide us. One of the theives says we should just dash upstairs, but I tell him to wait because I think it's a trick. They expect us to go running up the stairs. We should just wait. I notice that it's still bright and turn off a bright lamp I find. It gets pretty dark now with just one light source in the next room.

After awhile we see the people trying to catch us jump up from the floor wearing camaflauge matching the carpet. They run upstairs. "See, I told you it was a trap." Suddenly there are more than three men trying to catch us and it's no longer safe to remain here. We put our masks on and run further downstairs looking for hiding places. My companions run ahead of me. I find a somewhat hidden stairway and take it.

I'm in a room which resembles a wine cellar, but it's much larger. Insted of wine, there are bottles and large plastic jugs full of grape juice. Despite this, it's called grandpa's wine cellar. I immediately go to the darkest part of the room, the niche under the stairs which is crowded with jugs and bottles. I cram myself in as well as I can and wait. I overhear some people talking. One of them says, "We've already caught the other two and the third is buried in wine." Realizing that they are talking about me, I quickly pull my legs free of the bottles and escape from the room using the backway.

I dash back up the stairs, bypassing the large group of men out looking for me. I come into a room full of women. I walk through the room since running would give me away. Also, I remove the black bandana I had been using as a mask so I don't look suspicious. I'm very nervous that I'll be recognized as a theif, but I tell myself to remain calm and they won't know. One of the women asks me if I'm going home. I say, "Yeah, I'm pretty tired." She thinks I'm one of the men trying to catch the theives. I continue up the stairs.

On the next floor, I see a screen door. I feel a cool breeze on my face and realize this door goes outside. Freedom! After all this time hiding around I finally get to escape. I go outside and run to the white van at the end of the driveway. I have a key, not the skeleton key, but a different one I remember getting from a woman's purse. The key doesn't fit, but through will, I make the ignition turn and the van starts up.

I back up and leave the cul-de-sac. Everything is blurry, so I put on my glasses and I can see just fine. Driving along the main road, I realize the acceleration of this vehicle is quite slow. Those trying to catch me are right behind me. A truck drives on the shoulder trying to get ahead of me. Cars honk at me as I run a red light. I cut off the truck and it backs away. A car tries to pull up alongside me and I cut it off too.

I think that I should have slashed their tires so they couldn't follow me. I go back in time and I'm standing outside the van again. I slash their tires with the key, then get in, have the same trouble with the key not fitting, but make it work and I drive off, this time with no one following me. I think I should put a lot of distance between me and them, so I drive as fast as I can in a straight line. I turn to throw them off a bit. I think I'll need to go to another city like Vegas. Driving with no one chasing me gets boring.

I remember how nervous I was walking through the room full of women. I'm there again, but this time there are only about three women in the room. They are fiercer looking and eye me suspiciously. I walk past them, but this time I'm not nervous at all because I know I'll get past them. When I come to the front door, a dirty man in rags is sitting on the front porch with his head bowed. I open the door and he lifts his face. I ask, "Need a ride?" He says, "Sure." I tell him to slash the tires of all the cars except the white van and he does so. I get in the van and put on my seatbelt and glasses and start the ignition. The dirty man gets in and we drive off.

When we reach the end of the cul-de-sac, we realize we are being persued. I turn right, but then do a U turn in front of on coming traffic so we can't be followed. I put the petal to the metal, but we're in the bronco which doesn't have as good acceleration as the van, so we don't go very fast. The two lanes are supposed to merge due to road construction. I drive on to the shoulder and say to my passenger, "That's the good thing about being a criminal, I can't get into any more trouble."

There's a scene tacked on to the end in which Tim Allen returns home from Vegas with an ostrich. He asks his wife if anything happened while he was gone. She knows that he was the theif and tells him she's not going to alleviate his guilt.

Entry: 50
30 October 2001

A rich couple's daughter has run away. I'm on the team that's trying to find her. We look around outside the house first. There's a rock outcropping next to the house with patterned skulls drawn on it. I see something ooze up from underneath the rock and spread out near the painted skulls, immediately blending in by having skull designs on it. I know this ooze is an entity with evil intentions, but I don't know what to do about it, so I pretend I don't see it. I point out the skull designs on the rock outcropping to Mike, another member of the team, and tell him they are there for Dia de Los Muertos.

We go inside the house to the second floor to continue our search. Every room on this floor is a bedroom. There are about seven of them. We go down the hall, open each door, and find each bed empty. We decide she isn't here. We start to go through the missing girl's things. There's a large bundle of clothes and blankets stacked on her couch. I pick one item up and the whole bundle falls to the floor, revealing the lost girl asleep on the couch. "It's her. It's Gina," I say.

The leader of our search party comes over. I touch her shoulder and her back and shake her slightly to wake her up. Her clothing is silky and soft. She looks up at me and I stumblingly explain that I'm from the University of Utah and we're searching for her. "We thought you ran away thirteen days ago," I say.

"I did," she answers, "but I came back eleven days ago when I realized I couldn't live in the world on my own. I've been hiding from my parents." She gets off the couch and we seem to be sitting together on the floor. The others disappear. "Me and Twinkles (her cat) fell into a coma a couple days ago."

"Wow," I say. "That's when they were having geological activity around here."

"Want to see something impressive?" She snaps her fingers and a small flame appears on top of her index finger.

"Well, I've seen people do that before," I say, "but I think it's amazing that you're psychically in tune enough to fall into a coma."

"You think falling into a coma is more amazing than this? You don't know anything." She storms out of the room, angry with me. I know that she has two black cats which share her psychic sensativity.

I seem to be the only one left in the room. I continue to go through her things. A lot of her vinyl records are albums I have. I remember Bikini Kill's Reject All American specifically. I find creative writing she's done, which greatly raises my opinion of her. I also find many stacks of blank paper, and Pacman stationary which I think must have come before her time since she's only sixteen or so.

In the final scene, her parents get a call from our group telling them their daughter has been found. They are both very happy.

Entry: 51
31 October 2001

I'm on a space ship with a bunch of guys and a girl. I spend more time with her than anybody else and something romantic seems to be going on. I'm then walking down an alley with a brown paper bag. The girl is tucked away inside a hole in the wall with a lot of futuristic equipment. I ask her how the translation matrix is coming along. She says it's fine. I hand her the bag. I tell her, "If we're going to have a relationship, there's something you should know about me. Those paper people we ran into earlier consider me to be Satan."

We're then in a resteraunt and the girl is narrating. "Interstate Love Song came on the radio and we looked deep into each other's eyes. There was nothing but animal lust and animal boredom." We discovered our attaction was only physical, so we called the relationship off.

In the same resteraunt, the dream shifts to a scene of three boys sitting together. It's unclear whether they're busboys or waiters. The scene starts with one of the boys telling another why he needs someone to cover for him. It's a long drawn out and ridiculous explaination which the other boy buys only because he's especially trusting. Nevertheless, he complains about it.

"I already have to watch over 166 tables, and now I've got to do twice as much," the one boy complains before hurrying off to do the other's job.

"Wow," the larger of the two remaining boys says, "You've got him to pick up 6 checks for you tonight."

I turn into the lazy boy who's making the other do his work and say, "Yeah. I haven't done any work at all today." I then look at the other boy and say, "Are you The One?"

"I'm not sure if I am." I know he thinks that he's The One, but really I am.

"Come out back to the alley, I've got something to show you. In about half an hour."

He looks excited and goes out to the alley right away.

I'm then standing at the counter looking over a menu. A boy comes up to me and asks if he can take my order. I tell him I'm still thinking it over. He says that's cool and goes away to help some other customers.

Right after he leaves, a girl comes up and asks if she can help me. I hear the guy who tried to help me before is nearby talking to some customers. If I tell her I'm ready right after I told him I wasn't, he might be mad. I tell her I'm still looking over the menu and I'm not lying because I still haven't decided. She says that there's a fifteen dollar cover charge for being in the resteraunt without ordering anything. "I'll just start filling that out while you decide." She starts filling out the paperwork that's necessary to charge me the fifteen dollars. I feel pressured into ordering something immediately and tell her I'll have the Jaba Jaba, which has something to do with a tropical bird. Someone recommended it to me in the past.

I then ask her about something called Aioioa. She tells me it's the mystery fish and I see it called mystery fish on the menu. I then realize that Aioioa has been extinct for fifty years, about as long as the resteraunt has existed and ask her if the fish is fifty years old. She deflects the question, but it's obvious that it is. I tell her I'll have that instead of the Jaba Jaba.

The girl gets older as I'm talking to her until she's about fifty. I see an item listed on the menu twice, "moore dog." I ask her about this and she says the first one's a typo, it's supposed to be "morgan dog." I realize "moore dog" is meat from my childhood pet and ask her, "Is this my dog?" She admits that it is. I tell her I'll have that too. If anybody is eating my dog it should be me.

"So, you don't know Morgan?" She asks. I tell her no and she seems to be relieved that things aren't as bad as they could be. She's very uncomfortable about my knowledge of their menu. I ask her how the meat is prepared.

"Some is so well done it's ash, some is so undercooked it's blue."

She wants to leave me and starts to turn around without asking if I want something to drink. I tell her wait and ask her about a drink called Poet's Remains. She says it's made out of Marty Esworthy's remains. I say I'll have that too. I'm ordering all this disgusting food because I'm mad at how rudely she's treating me and I also don't like the idea of other people ordering it. I also like the idea that I've uncovered the resteraunt's dirty little secret about its menu and am ordering from it anyway.

I give her a wad of cash and she gives me my change, a ten dollar bill, which is smaller and more square then money usually is. It looks kind of like play money, but I think it must be new currency, so I accept it.

Entry: 52
31 October 2001

I'm looking at myself in the mirror of the boy's bathroom. When a Mexican guy comes in, I realize I'm a girl and should be in the girl's bathroom. The guy goes back outside to check that he entered the right door, then comes back in. There's a door between the boy's and girl's rooms which is wide open. I hear girls talking on the other side. I hesitate before going into the girl's side, but since I'm a girl, it's where I belong.

I join the two girls already at the mirror and look at myself. All three of us are balding, me the worst. My hairline has receeded over half way. As I look in the mirror, my hair changes. I suddenly have long black hair, but there's still a bald streak going from the front to deep into the middle. I looked fine in the boy's room, so I go back and see how I look in that mirror. There, my baldness seems slight and hardly noticeable. I tell the other girls that boys are more worried about going bald, so that's why the mirrors make it look like they're not as bald as they are.

The girls and I then talk about something that's supposed to be secret between us. The guy from before is still in the boy's room and there's an occupied stall on the girl's side. I have to leave, so I tell the girls that they should make sure no one overheard us. I point out the occupied stalls to them. They don't think someone overhearing us is a big deal, but I do.

I go outside and hear a song by Bush. I realize they are putting on an improptu concert just up the street. I go there with a large crowd of people. I turn into a boy at this point. The crowd consists mainly of elderly ladies who are rabid Bush fans, but there are also young girls and members of my family. The flock of fans is trying to find out where Bush is. I see the guitar player standing in the drive through window lane of a burger joint. We then see Gavin singing wearing a headset like he's there to take orders.

The eldery ladies push their way to the front and Bush is totally into them. They give all the ladies passionate kisses. I hear one lady nearby speaking disdainfully of a friend who doesn't like Bush.

My uncle Bruce's house is nearby and I see my uncle Billy pull into his driveway and enter the garage with a key. There is piano music coming from the house. Mom is standing next to me watching this too and says, "I wish your dad would stop volunteering other people."

"I know. Bruce is inside playing the piano and Bill will suddenly be in his house without being invited."

I turn around and see that Bruce is actually behind me, so it must be someone else playing the piano in his house. I notice I'm standing on a curb. There's a driveway twenty feet below. I'm afraid of falling, so I pretend fall backwards onto the grass in slow motion. This other guy standing on the curb out does me with a gravity defying extra slow motion fall.

Bush finishes playing and disappears into the resteraunt. A guy who works at the joint comes out with several cardboard posters with pictures on them of the band and people in the audience. The guy seems like he's going to throw one away, so I ask if I can have it. I then notice he was going to give it to a girl, so I tell him nevermind, but he gives it to me anyway. I look at the front and the guy tells me the setlist is written on the back. There are about thirty songs listed, although many of them are the word, "gang bang" which indicates the times the concert was interupted by old ladies rushing the band and kissing them. The handwriting is quite sloppy and I spend some time trying to read it.

I'm then in a house with the setlist. I notice the biggest picture on the front is of me, but I'm a teenage girl. When my family comes home, I lose the piece of cardboard and ask mom where it went. She asks what I'm looking for and I forget what it was so I say, "the thing-a-ma-thing." I then see it lying on top of a counter and excitedly tell my family to guess where I just was. A Bush concert! But then I remember they were there too. I then climb on top of a kind of platform twenty feet from the floor and fall down onto the floor. I meant to spin in the air and land on my back, but hesitate and land on my side, then quickly spin to my back when I hit the ground. This makes mom laugh.

Entry: 53
7 December 2001

I'm standing with Steve and Ross outside Ross's car. Gieger is inside the car, jumping up on everything and making Ross nervous. The car resembles a cardboard box with a couch inside. Steve calls Gieger a bad cat and picks her up by the scruff of her neck. He throws her into the air ahead of us. I see she's okay because she scampers away once she lands. I chastise Steve, telling him he shouldn't do things like that to such an old cat.

Because the three of us are too drunk to be driving, Ross says we should walk instead. We walk forward till we reach a ledge overlooking the jungle meant to be Gieger's new home. There she could do whatever she liked and wouldn't be able to ruin anything. We descend into the jungle and walk through it.

When we reach the other side, our group is much larger. The others get distracted by something while a green bee starts buzzing around me. Brent is the only one who notices the bee and says something by way of sympathizing. I swat repeatedly at the bee and end up grabbing it. I squish the bee between my fingers and its guts squirt out. Once I do this, a second bee appears. It flys around me like the first one did. Brent has been replaced by a disembodied female voice who talks with me as the bee attacks. I squish about five bees. Each time I squish one, another shows up to replace it. It gets easier to catch the bees, for when I swat at them, they get stuck to the goo on my fingers.

Entry: 54
16 December 2001

The friend I'm with in this dream appears at various times to be Levi, Dave, or Rob. We rent a motor home which is typically sized on the outside but on the inside is as large as a three bedroom apartment. We park it and go into a very large mall. There's something wrong with one of my legs, so I'm on a stand up wheel chair with two wheels side by side and handles. We look through several stores then decide to leave. On the way out, I go down some stairs which proves rather bumpy, so I use the ramp on the next descent. The ramp goes up and down like a ride. A fellow in a wheelchair is behind me.

When we exit the mall, I no longer have any trouble walking. My friend asks me why I took the ramp instead of the stairs. I was ready to give him the obvious explanation that my leg wasn't working, but now that it is, I don't know why I took the ramp.

In the parking lot, a large group of high school students are talking excitedly about the graduation party they're going to. I quickly realize that most of the girls going will be eighteen years old. Dave turns to me and says, "I don't know about you, but I want to go to that party." I agree. We begin looking for our van. My friend starts walking towards one, but I tell him it isn't ours. We look around and don't see our van. "Oh crap," my friend begins to say, but then I see it and point it out.

I tell him he'd better ask directions to the party when I realize we don't know where it is. He asks the most charismatic graduate, probably the high school president and host of the party. The host is very happy about the two of us coming along and instead of giving us directions, offers to drive us there himself. When we get to the van, I open my door and my friend says chastizingly, "You didn't lock your door?"

I'm nervous about the host driving us there because if we get in an accident, even if it isn't our fault, he isn't covered under my insurance. On the way to the party, we have a couple close calls, such as a van cutting us off and the host squeezing the camper between two cars which are too close together, but we end up getting to the last intersection without a scratch.

We need to go straight ahead, but there's road construction blocking off any through traffic. Levi jumps out of the camper and runs to the construction area. He's dressed in an orange jump suit and has a shovel, so he looks like he's on the construction crew. The pavement around him is piled high and still fresh. He pretends to be doing something with his shovel. Then an enormous construction vehicle, as wide as a house and three stories high drives towards him. The vehicle is pointed in front like an airplane and seems to be made out of glass. It overwhelmingly resembles a green house. Levi starts whacking the vehicle with his shovel with all his might until it backs up, then the host drives through the construction zone. After we pass through, I watch the rear view mirror. One car looks like it's going to follow us, but then it makes a sudden right turn.

Once we're far enough away, the host stops for Levi to catch up to us. When he does, I move into the back seat to make room for him. We then see Ashley, also in an orange jump suit and carrying a shovel trying to catch up to us, so we wait for her too. I move over and she sits next to me. The host drives us down to the end of the street, then stops. This is where the party is to be held. It turns out the vehicle we're driving is the house the party's going to be in. I ask if going through the construction is the only way to get to the party and he says it is. I don't think anybody else will come.

I then see the white shirt gang approaching us in the rear view mirror. I explain that Levi and I had a run in with them earlier at the mall and now they've come for us. Ashley and the host disappear and my friend and I run to the back of the house/camper to hide. I hide in the spacious bathroom. The white shirt gang finds us, but it turns out they wanted to reconcil instead of fight and we reach an understanding.