I remember none of what had led up to this, but I began to step into the back room of the shop where I was working (Touch Stone, San Francisco). Steve, my boss -- the owner of the shop -- stopped me; he lifted his left hand in which lay three tumbled pieces of obsidian, all of roughly the same size & shape. Each was very shiny. Steve said to me, "Here, these are for you."

Amanda, Display Manager of Star Magic many years ago & niece of Justin Morrow (owner of Star Magic), came to work some place where I was involved, but I don't think I actually worked there. She was being a bit different than usual -- much nicer.

I've forgotten much, but in exasperation, she told me that she'd always treated me as she had because she loved me. She was, at this point though, so frustrated that she seemed angry.

I was sleeping & slowly awakened to the sound of a female voice calling my name. She was coming to see one of my room-mates, yet I was the only person home.

I looked out the window to see her face peering in from outside. She was hiding her body round the corner of the building. I told her to go round to the front, so I could let her in. Once she was in, I looked at her fully. She was very beautiful, & of some Middle-Eastern heritage. Her skin was the olive tone of the Mediterranean, her eyes dark & very shiny (sparks seemed to flash from them when she'd move). She was young, eighteen or nineteen.

I quickly looked her over from head to toe. I understood a bit of her anxiety; her slim, taut-skinned body was well exposed in the tight black top & leggings she wore. The top was low-cut & showed some cleavage of her ample breasts & ended just below them. The leggings went up from her ankles to an inch or two below her naval, displaying a beautiful pair of legs beneath.

Looking back to her eyes, I realised the rest of her anxiety. She was embarrassed not only that she was dressed this way, but also because she was dressed this way in my presence. She & I were in love with each other but had not yet expressed it to each other.

I was looking for work in a forest-like area & wound up at a small CPP security office in a shopping complex. As I stood next to a nut stand, a black man & woman walked up to me, she asked, "Do you have any nuts?" I laughed, looked down at the nut stand & replied, still laughing, "I don't work here." I felt vaguely the connection between the nut stand & Nuit as well as the allusion to having balls & laughed again.

The man then said, "I'm looking for the CPP office. Do you know where it is?" I told him yes & took him there; it was in the complex.

He disappeared after entering. Some young men where taking tests (on paper), but I remember little more.

For some time Pam & I had been seeing each other. Pam & I were in my bedroom when Steve, my room-mate in San Francisco (not my boss) comes walking down the hall toward my room to tell me something, he calls out "Yo, Fergusson." Both Pam & I answer, "Yes?" I instantly realise, as neither of us knows the other's last name, who she is & begin to laugh hysterically. Pam & Steve look at each other in confusion.

Pam asks me why I'm laughing, so I show her my driver's license. As she stares in horror at the name on the license, I introduce Steve to my cousin.

I was on a bus. A woman sitting next to me took me for homeless & tried to give me $5.00. I thought it quite silly & wouldn't take it. After some deliberation though, I did accept $1.00 from her, laughing as I did.

I then got off the bus to meet a man & woman. The man addressed me by my full name asking if I were he. I walked passed them & looking back I realised who they must be & asked, "You're cops, aren't you?" I put my hands up, trying to remember having broken any laws.

The man replied, "Yes", but they were only there to escort me to school.

I stood talking with an employee of the Haight Street Kiosk in San Francisco. Earlier in the conversation, a man had come in who seemed familiar, but I paid little attention to him. Later, a San Jose acquaintance from junior & high school came in with some of his high school buddies. I looked up & he & I recognised each other. He stood about five feet, six inches tall; bare footed, & dirty. I looked into his eyes which were glassy & unreal, as if he were on heroin. "Aren't you Mike Widergrin?", I asked. He replied, "Yeah. You're Fergusson, aren't you?" I told him I'd seen his friend in there a short time before but hadn't fully recognised him till now. Mike said something having no relation to his friend that I now forget. In his daze, he said he had to go -- & left with his friends. The employee of the Kiosk & I found the whole thing amusing.

Standing on a bus in San Francisco looking into my left hand, raised to the height of my solar-plexus, I find five or six clear quartz points, small but of various size & each very clear. The point lying in the centre, the largest, had a triangle on the side facing upward. This triangle held nearly all of my attention.

The driver of the bus said something to the effect of paying my fare & moving on. Impatiently, but facetiously, looking up, I said, "OK, OK. Just a second." Looking back to my left hand, I found that these points had changed to some small change. I was naturally surprised & noted the change to myself, then counted out, mostly in dimes, the $.75 fare & paid.

Instantly, I found myself near the back of the bus -- the only place on the bus with unoccupied seats was along the bench. I sat in the seat right at the end of the centre isle. A slim woman with dark hair sat to my left, & a man with a very fleshy, though not really looking fat, face & red hair sat by the window to my right & finally, another man who'd boarded the bus just behind me, sat between me & the woman. I raised my left hand again to inspect the crystals more closely & the man to my left said, "Oh, wow", & plucked the point with the triangle from my hand.

I snatched it back saying, sarcastically, "Do you mind?", & as an after thought, "I'll let you see it in a moment."

I was walking home & had talked with my wife (?) on Masonic Avenue in San Francisco. She was sad -- disappointed & horribly frightened that I still had no job. She didn't tell me this, I just knew.

As I walked down Masonic, I was thinking that I would indeed get a job -- I hated seeing her that way. I looked up to see that I was not in front of my building. Looking back, I saw that I'd walked one building too far. For an instant, I was confused, as this building in front of which I stood is neither next door to my building, nor even on my block. I turned round & went home knowing I'd have a job soon that would make my wife happy again.

I lay in my bed, which was actually my desk. My head was in the North of my room, the desk-bed where it stood in the first bedroom I'd had in the apartment I'd shared in San Francisco. A woman, friend of my room-mate Steve, there from out of town for a visit, had come into my room & asked if she, for some reason I now forget, but vaguely remember she & I were alone in the apartment, could slip into my bed with me.

Later, I found myself getting back into bed (from the West) & noticed I had an erection. Wondering where, as I was again alone, the woman had gone, I noticed movement at the foot of the bed. She moved up, beneath the blanket, to where I was & told me that the time had come for me to have a child, & that she was to be the mother. She repeated this in different words while I thought about the fact that she was the Goddess, but there were no strings attached. In other words, the Goddess was going to provide me with a child (for what purpose, she did not relate), but I would not have to provide for this child, at least not financially. I'd also got the feeling that I would not often see this child.

The woman -- Goddess -- stood approximately five feet, seven or eight inches tall, had large breasts, & brown, fairly curly hair falling a little beyond her shoulders. This woman & I then began to have sex as my answer to her question as to whether I wanted her to be the mother or not. She did not, as she seemed uneducated, feel as if she were the Goddess at this point. But, despite this, I felt she must be.

Beginning, I started to excite her, her hand on my erection, by sucking round & on her breasts, I found we were both quite wet -- whether this wetness was caused by sweat or water, I do not know. I'm inclined to believe both, as the symbol of water relates to the Great Rite.

Strange Tastes

Particles within my pocket,
daffodils upon the morn.
I fly with such eloquence
of my nasty little girl.

Fools know Nothing
and Nothing are the fools.
Perchance to dance,
perchance to love,
to love, to love.

To love, to love,
we'd all just love to come.
A brighter day for all
to lift our heads,
to wave our hands,
to drop our pants,
to lift our skirts.
Our pants, our skirts,
to love, to love,
to come, to come.

Let us rejoice
this day of days,
for we know Nothing,
For we feel all.
We shall revel in the sweet tastes
of sea food, momma
and dance within our morning madness.

It was that girl that's usually round the A-11 building at De Anza College named Lulu. She's about 5' 10" or 11" -- blond, sophisticated. I don't remember all that lead up to it but I was lying with my head in her lap in a strange, dark room with only a bed & a woman whom I cannot clearly recall sitting on a chair some 5 feet to the right of the bed. I was telling Lulu something to the effect of being very attracted to her. She was saying that she liked me also, yet there was an something about her which seemed very contradictory.

She had then, without my noticing till it was on, put a strange device that I had only seen separately as in a movie where the camera cuts to a diagram of something showing all sides against a blank background. The device was something like those strapped objects used years ago by doctors for patients with broken jaws, but it was much more sturdy & had a mechanism that I am incapable of describing, for purpose of tightening.

I realised the device was on my head directly after she started to tighten it. As it got tighter a great pain began to develop in my skull, as it was beginning to crush my head, & in my mouth the five lower front & canine teeth had also begun to ache. This tightening had begun to make these teeth loosen & wobble slightly adding to the pain.

I remember looking up to this beautiful girl trying literally to kill me by crushing my skull & saw an expression of not only diligence but sheer enjoyment. Strangely though, she was making absolutely no sound. I began quietly pleading, "No, no." My skull felt as if it was nearing the shattering point and my teeth were actually dancing within their root cavities. The upper left canine finally began to come out & the pain was stronger than any I had ever experienced.

As I felt death surging through my veins I could hear, through my pleading, the girl's words, "Well" as she addressed the woman in the chair (whom I can't say definitely, but I believe she had been pleading on my behalf. I realise only now that she never rose from her chair). The girl continued, "...I don't really want to kill him." And as quickly as she had placed the device on my head, she removed it.

At that moment my front left canine tooth fell from my mouth, and I quickly sat up in an attempt to get a hold of not only the tooth but of my senses. The tooth was strangely very long and the root was flat with a corrugated structure. The girl asked, quite sincerely, if I was all right, noticing my tooth. I overlooked her quick change of emotion & said, "It'll be OK. All I have to do is work it back in & it will heal itself."

Sadly though, I could not quite get this exaggerated tooth to go in completely. I remember thinking to myself that once I got it in decently a dentist could straighten it out. But just after completing that thought I lost consciousness.

I was on Market Street, San Francisco. There were no people -- no cars. While crossing a parking lot with only a table covered with what looked of a cotton cloth in white, I noticed underneath, as a breeze was blowing the cloth, a package of "natural" potato chips. I laughed.

At this point, the wind began to lift me off the ground -- I was flying. Like a child learning to ride a bicycle, I cautiously experimented with my new-found ability. I felt no fear -- only elation. Fully satisfied with my attainment I'd looked to the West. There, in the parking lot was parked a white trailer of approximately sixty feet in length with a door & window, both open.

Looking there, I had the strangest feeling that I was being watched by two people. Whomever the two inside were, I knew they meant me no harm, so I ignored them. I finally landed on the opposite side of the table from where I'd taken off. As I stood smiling in the wind & the sun, I felt completely free of humans.

I was in a bed in the centre of a room, the atmosphere & light were those of a warm, slightly muggy, late spring or early summer morning. The strangest aspect of this atmosphere was that the feeling of the air & the brightness of the light, seemed quite definitely that I was outside; but the walls, open window, & ceiling were, though, apparent.

I lay on a bed, & she enters -- naked -- & she climbs onto the bed. She spoke as if we'd known each other a long time, & I too seem to know her, though I don't seem remember how. She wears a wanton smile on her face as she caresses my erection, & she says something in reference to the boy -- some boy she knew, & something about his penis being red.

She then performs fellatio upon me while I fondle & suck her breasts. Time passes without notice.

April was very sad at two of our meetings. In the first, I had pulled a dark green tourmaline pendant from my neck. This colour & stone were April's favourites. I handed April the pendant.

April was very pleased to receive this from me, but her sadness was still with her as when she was in love with the man rumoured to physically brutalise her. I had always been able to make her smile at these times in past when the pain was worst, but she would not allow me to make her happy, though I believe a part of her wanted me then as much as I did her.

At our second meeting, I remember doing something at the foot of a barren mountain chain of gravel. I believe I was looking for something amoungst the rubble, & I was conscious of a bicycle on the road a few fee away from me.

I look up the mountain face to where the road ran at a cross angle to me. There stood April, in all her sadness, talking with a man & a woman approximately our age.

I had with me another stone pendant I wished April to have. This was a fairly large fluorite with a smaller fluorite growing from one of the points, wound with silver wire & suspended by a thong. The face of the stone was also scored with tiny pock marks.

I got on my bicycle & rode up to greet the three. April, though still dower, was pleased to see me. After presenting her with the stone, which excited her immensely, the man said something to me to the effect of gallantry. I look at my clothing to see that I am wearing a black shirt, grey or greenish slacks, & a large jacket cut something like a military field jacket. I looked bad, & said something to this effect. The man replied, "Military, but cool." I laughed & turned back to April.

April looked at me with that "Why do you have to be so perfect" look in her eyes. She thanked me & said she loved the tourmaline, which I'd given her some time before. April, then, with fear, took me in her arms to kiss me. And, just as when I was leaving Liz's birthday party years before, April pulled me down on top of her.

I entered through the 8th Street entrance of Cooper Square Books (now long gone). I was paying little attention as I quickly walked round & toward the science section. I wanted a specific book, but remember only that it was a science text. Before I'd reached my destination, I noticed most of the shelves were empty. Quickly glancing round toward literature, I note a man -- in the children's section & a woman in the security-bag check; each diligently working at something.

I continue turning & find near the door, to the right, a woman in full xian mass regalia. I thought this strange. This woman had glanced up at me, then continued working. I asked, as I took a few steps in her direction, "Did they leave a forwarding address?" She ignored me; but upon my third request, she moved to where the sci-fi section is, above which I found a half loft now hung with full Catholic alter, cross, etc. The woman sat facing me at an organ & began to sing. I don't remember the lyrics, but in standard, sallow "I love Jesus" form of modern xianity, she droned.

As I stood confused & staring at her, I was suddenly struck by the thought that it was like watching a film -- audio remains, but the visual changes. The scene before my eyes, as on sixteen millimetre, was that of a gay male orgy. My only thought, as one man fondled his erect & another man's flaccid penises, was of wonder that these odd xians would show me this. At this point a man in clothing entered & somehow sliced up a penis or two.

Seeing the woman on the organ again, I looked over to the woman at security & was given another vision of a gay male orgy. This orgy didn't have any effect on me either -- neither of which seemed the least disgusting, just men, rather tenderly, rather boringly, having sex. In this, one man leaned over & took another man's hardened penis in his mouth & began to suck. The same clothed man as in the previous sequence walked in, killed the man sucking & forced his jaw up, severing the other man's penis. As the first rolled over onto his back, he opened his mouth, the penis came slightly out of his mouth & blood began to flow from it out & down his cheek.

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I'm living in a small apartment with a young woman. She is in the kitchen. This woman, though humanoid, is not human. A male of yet another species has come to see her. I had worked with him in the past. He too was humanoid.

As he is leaving, he stops by the door to congratulate me on having attained some initiatory title. I thank him & jokingly ask if this now makes me alien as well. He looks at me & says, matter-of-factly, "Yes. You are an alien". He leaves, closing the door behind him.

I was walking toward my Brooklyn apartment on Ashland Place from Flatbush Avenue one night. As I neared the intersection of Ashland & Fulton, near my apartment, I noticed that there were far more people not only in the neighbourhood than usual, but far more than would be on Ashland at that time of night. An elderly couple passed me & of their conversation I'd registered something to the effect of "...rats of great size" was mentioned. Then a man passed & told me to watch out for the rats. Though rats weren't uncommon, it was odd that someone would tell me to watch out for them, but I wasn't really paying much attention.

Then I saw them. But instead of "rats of great size", what I saw were two large rabbits -- the size of sheep. One gave me the impression I should climb on it's back. Doing so, I rode past the shocked crowds toward my apartment.

I lay in bed with a woman I did not know, though we were, somehow, emotionally involved. The bed, composed of all white sheets, in what appeared to be the centre of a room of unspecified dimensions. I have an intuition there were drapes of rich, thick, material with stars producing some symbol interwoven throughout, hanging from the ceiling of a dark blue. As we were naked, I could make out that her form was slim, & her skin was youthful.

She was on all fours facing away from me, her quite strikingly beautiful round ass was right before me. She turned her head toward me. Her face is very nice, though not exceptionally beautiful, & her light brown, curly hair, just more than shoulder-length. She smiles slyly & says, "Put it in", implying that I should fuck her in the ass. I told her I had no lubrication, but she'd replied, "We don't need it."

I oblige her. But as I begin to enter her, I notice that she's very dry & move back without completely pulling out. I then begin to re-enter to find great ease due to some manifest lubrication. We continue to move together joyfully.

A man, an enemy, as I recall, crouched & levelled an automatic weapon at me. He fires. Instinctively, I attempt to elude the bullets -- to no avail. I see them, four, for only an instant before they hit, spiralling toward me.

The impact was not terribly hard, but quite noticeable as the bullets entered my right side: first, just above my hip; the second, third & fourth, in a relatively straight line downward, just left of my femur. I lose consciousness.

Later, after regaining consciousness, I look down to where the dull pain comes from to find little blood. One of my party of three or four unknown persons suggests we get to a hospital. I don't argue.

This, naturally, takes time. But the shooter, also, is still after us. When we finally arrive at hospital, I am ushered to a room. I notice the bleeding has stopped.

The upper most bullet, the doctor tells me, has hit no important organs, & those below had fallen into muscle -- not even nicking the femur.

I was in a house which, though it looked very different, it appeared to be the house in which I was living in San Francisco. In the rear of the house, the kitchen, I was talking with a room-mate. We then went to the front of the house, me leading the way, to the front porch.

As I stepped onto the porch, I found outside & to the left a Sister named Dominique stepping from a taxi with luggage. I called out her name & Dominique looked up & called out my name in response; both of us with excitement in our voices.

Dominique came running round some object, quite large, lying some twenty feet from the foot of the stairs & somewhat to the right. I ran down the stairs to her. Dominique said my name again just before we collided into each other's arms.

Standing there in the yard holding onto each other in a strong, loving embrace, she looked at me & said that I was supposed to have written her. I do not understand this. The last we'd spoken, she'd promised to fulfil a promise she made to make up my astrological chart. So, I've been waiting to hear from her before writing a letter.

After Dominique tells me that I must write her, she kisses me; a long, deep, open-mouthed kiss -- we were pushing so hard against each other as if we wanted to become one. We then lost our balance & fell to the ground, still kissing, leaving me on my back with Dominique lying on top of me.

I was working in Ken Grap's Chevron station in San Jose with a man I'd worked at Joe Cetwinski's Chevron in Napa. Ken was not there this evening, & I knew he was soon to go out of business.

After taking money from a self-serve customer, I walked to what is the north end of the s-s island of Ken's now demolished station on Moorpark Avenue to get the customer's change. I looked up in the sky as it had become quite dark & told another employee working with me that he should turn on the lights. At this point, I saw a ball of stars circled by a ring of other stars; they looked like Saturn. It began first to revolve, then to move about as would a UFO. I asked my partner if he was seeing this, & he said he was. Each of us were fascinated by this sight.

I looked back into the sky to see this "planet" of stars continue to move toward, away & back & forth through space. Then it stopped, the ring disappeared & the "planet" began to spew stars from one point on it's surface near its equator. Suddenly, the whole sky changed from a few stars & planets to all sorts of stars & planets, with one addition: There were now numerous video game aliens & space ships filling my entire vision.

I was working in a very strange hamburger place which appeared to be Everything Yogurt on Third Avenue near East 57th Street in NYC. The manager had me work about ten minutes at each station & there were a lot of strange things going on there that I cannot describe.

One part I can remember, came later. I looked up from where I was behind the stove to see the manager grimacing over what he called a worm crawling on the wall. Everyone in the room was franticly waving their arms & yelling things to the effect of killing it, but I walked over saying that it is a living thing, & that I would take care of it.

It turned out to be a green caterpillar. The manager said something vaguely encouraging, & I removed the caterpillar from the wall. After another strange sequence in the rear hallway, I finally got it outside where it had a much better chance of survival.

As I came back inside, I decided to wash my hands. I stepped into the room marked "Co-operation Restroom". I had been in one of these twice before.

As I stepped through the door, I was immediately engulfed by very thickly placed, alternating black & clear, plastic strips hanging from the ceiling. These strips moved me round, & I could hear the hiss of an air conditioner & feel cool air moving round me through the strips.

I swayed back & forth for some time without finding the door to the restroom. Soon I heard what sounded like voices either very far away or nearby & whispering. I mumbled, "May I have some co-operation, please?" At this point, I looked down at the floor knowing the I should look up to see where all of the strips go. But, looking down, I finally saw a pair of feet & calves, & as I looked up, the strips had completely disappeared & before me was a very pregnant woman in a rust coloured pant suit uniform.

She asked, "Yes?," putting her arm round & behind my head, pushed me backward slightly so as to sit me on the arm of a sofa, & she sat on my lap.

I asked her where the restroom is, & she pointed it out asking why I hadn't found it on my own. She then asked if I had seen the woman on the phone & pointed to my left. I replied that I hadn't seen anything but the strips. To which she said, "Oh, if you had stood at the door & looked before coming in, you'd have seen her."

I was talking on the telephone with my girl friend. We had decided that morning that I would move in with her. I was kneeling on the sitting room floor fiddling with a dozen red roses I'd bought & planed to surprise her with them & dinner. She explained that she was late because she'd had to work but was on her way home.

I was nervous. The excitement of a woman wanting me to such a degree that she not only tells me she wants to live with me but actually being so set in this that she's calm & confident was nearly overwhelming. Others had told me they wanted to live with me, but I suspect each wanted something & thought that telling me this would get them what they wanted -- without actually having to live with me.

I also felt a bit giddy about cooking her a meal. I'd done this for only one other woman. She was impressed but was looking for something I wouldn't give her anyway. Cooking could lead to disaster; especially if she, like the other, decides me a better cook than she.

The scene changed to me sitting at the kitchen table with the roses, the roses laying on the floor as I worked on something for arranging them. At this point, my mother walks in jabbering on about how happy she is I've "found" someone & begins preparing the meal.

I had no idea how she found me or how she knew I was planning to cook a meal for my girlfriend; I sensed that she'd been to my former flat, & one of my former room-mates had told her.

That out of the way, I, listening only tentatively to my mother's babbling, went to retrieve the rest of the roses from the sitting room floor. There was no reason to argue with her. I gathered up the roses &, stepping into the kitchen, I noticed I'd....

I was in a room with white walls, a large bed with white sheets in disarray, & a large window -- all I remember of the scene outside was white, but warm & sunny (the sky may have been blue, but I barley even noticed the scene).

A white woman lay on the bed. She had fairly harsh features (something of a sleaze but not quite as severe). She had a beautifully formed slim body, fairly small breasts, fantastic, long legs, & flaming red hair & lips.

For some reason I was not terribly interested in this woman but didn't mind too much -- I know we'd been brought together purposely by some one else, & I was bound by some unknown oath.

I don't remember the words, but we'd spoken before. I crawled across the bed to plant my face -- as I knew I had to perform cunnilingus upon her -- between her legs. I would not express my disgust at the sight, but I really wished I wasn't there.

The bright, festering red of her vagina contrasted hideously with the milky white of her thigh & pelvic area. This sight, horrible as it was, had been made worse by the fact that the labia had been completely removed.

I understand that some find these lips quite ugly & that some religions go so far as to circumcise them at varying ages of the female child, & religion concerned. This vagina would not have bothered me so much, if not for the appearance of disease, which necessarily concerned me.

The strangest feeling came over me as I made contact with her vagina with the fingers of my right hand: There was no disease. I had to get over the feeling there might be, & the vile appearance, to pass this; I knew, was an initiation of some sort.

As I realised this, the woman began to beg for my tongue. With my new knowledge, I closed my eyes & began. She was very near orgasm before I'd begun, so she began to squirm & moan.

She started to cry out as I began to concentrate upon her clitoris, & I felt her body tense, holding off the climax as long as she could. The smell & taste of her began to fill my nose & mouth. I was enjoying this when her orgasm became so intense she began pounding with her right fist just above my right ass cheek, near the kidney as former girl friend, Grazyna, had done when approaching orgasm.

I began to slip out of my body at this point -- my protests to made no difference.

I looked out of the opened door of the booth where I worked as a cashier to see that what is normally outside was gone & replaced with a house's sitting room & entrance to the left of the booth. A stream of men & women came through the entrance -- a strong feeling of magic with them. One man I knew on sight to be the leader. There was music and dancing, frolicking and merriment.

I left the booth, as my shift had ended & my relief took over, to join the celebration. I walked past the entryway & stepped round a separating wall into the sitting room & was confronted by two women; one black, the other white. The black woman spoke first, playfully asking why I was there. I replied something to the effect of knowing of the Black over-tones to the meeting & asked if I could join in. The black woman, on my left, looked toward the leader, standing on the stairs (to whom I also looked) & received a knowing smile in return.

At this point, both women leaped on me pinning me to the floor. The black woman lifted her hemp-like jersey to reveal not only that she had no breasts but a silhouette of the Horned One in white was across her stomach, & His horns rose up each side to her shoulders. She caressed her chest & told me of the Truth applied to the Horned One. The white woman, on the right, said something to the same effect & that both Boaz and Jacin wanted me.

As they lay on top of me, I accepted this with both my body and soul. I pulled my arms out from underneath them, wrapped them round the women & said something to the effect of "yes".

I had been working in a retail shop (no products in sight) laid-out as most modern banks. I was working alone & had to leave for one reason or another. After returning, I found, in attempts to turn off the alarm, I could not remember the numerical sequence of the code. There I stood, scrambling different orders till finally I'd succeeded before the alarm engaged. By this time a crowd of people stood at the door wanting to argue the time with me.

Time here jumps ahead to a point after the other employees have arrived. I look up from whatever I'd been doing to see a young woman who seemed to be one of the other employees of the shop. She stood stooped over what appeared to be a college composition assignment writing frantically. She looks up & tells me some gibberish I do not now remember. Turning back to her composition, the woman mumbles something to the effect that Poland would be better off if only for a number of what seemed to be intelligent institutions, but also, she'd included the institution of a single religion -- that of Catholicism.

I argued that Poland, sorely lacking in social freedoms (at the time of this exchange), would hardly find them in one, a State religion, and two, Catholicism in particular, neglecting to mention that Catholicism was the official religion. She merely stared in disbelief.

I had then left the shop & was walking along what I believe, though it did not look to be, Haight Street in San Francisco. I decide to take a short-cut not only across private property, but up the stairs to the second floor balcony intending to walk down the steps on the other side.

As I step round the corner of the house, I was confronted by a blob. It had a semi-human face, but the form of its body was just blob-ish. I stood there, excused myself & explained that I would leave the way I'd come. Thereupon the blob leered at me malignantly & said, "No. I'm going to kill you." I disagreed, turned, & walked away. With amazing speed, my adversary flew beyond me to the ground near the stairs. He disagreed with my disagreement & reasserted his intent. Yet again I countered with a laugh & said, "Forget it." I turned & walked away.

I was then walking along Haight Street again. I look up the hill before me to see the street cordoned off by the police, & at the crest of the hill [...] from my apartment, I saw a great deal of smoke. I turned to walk up another street hoping that the apparent smoke was not caused by a fire in or near my apartment.

Boom. I'm then walking along another street, as part of my detour, leading back to Haight Street. All that had occurred here was the realisation that if indeed my apartment was burning, it would serve well in getting me back to New York City considerably sooner, as I would be left with little or nothing, why not start over there?