I can't recall everything, as always but, I was on top of a building in the city. There was a group exercise or something, a group jumping from one end to another. My cousin G/K was there (I think) and he gave the entire thing attitude and threw a blanket off the side of the building. I got upset and said he could kill someone throwing things off the building as he was. We were next to the park, central park telling by the gentlemen cabs. He gave lip back going on to ask how? I had to stop and imagine how, but I gave him plenty of lip back.

A bit later I was with a group of people I seemed to know, but can't really place. We were driving about in the same auto/carriage(it may have been the back of a limo). I can't recall how we were moving along, or even if I was driving ( I doubt it). Although we were now on the ground level just outside of the same building I was just on the roof of. I had the sensation that they were all out of towners. I may have been pretending to be from out of town.

A bit later, I'm not sure how I got there, or why I was there, but I was running through under ground conduits. I started out in a dark, dank parking garage...I think. The air had some sort of impending doom about it, a urgency. I felt as though I was on the job, the same sort of job I was doing when I was with Elizabeth, the dangerous sort. Although I came across a underground church(I think), I saw many people who recognized me, yet I didn't recognize any of them in turn...A hint of familiarity, but not really. People were sleeping on the floor with nothing but blankets. I felt a bit like a child.

Later, perhaps even much later (hours? not days, maybe day) I was in a small house. the place was in the sort of mess only a woman could keep. I was hurrying up to pack up and leave. I had a small suitcase, about the size of a carry on, the sort my father uses on his trips. I was running around making sure I got everything and then ran off in to her room, her bathroom. There were cotton swabs, I can't recall much else. Small bathroom though, messy as well. I was then about to head out when I saw in front of the door a larger suitcase, blocking said door. I then saw a few items I can't recall next to said bag and a note on top. It was written on Ratheyon stationary, I had written something semi-clever-geeky. TWS in big letters and what the represented in a downward fashion. I didn't/couldn't read it so I ripped it out, and then the same message. I thought it would be seen as being anal, although in hindsight it may be seen as persistent. (IE: someone rips one note only to find the same note again) I then recognized the larger suitcase as my own. I was going to take it but then I noticed it was filled with plastic bags of packing material,styrofoam peanuts which seemed to expand. Just then I heard a auto pull in to a garage. thus I am lead to believe it was a small ranch house and not a apartment. I was readying myself to explain why I was still there, that I had a place at the Hyatt in the city (A bad lie).

Reflections...

I'm not sure at the end if I was packing, or if I was running away. I've packed in such mad frenzies in the past when I wish to escape.

Noelle! It was her house, and she was with us on the night out, I woke up and I found it ere I dream of this person seemingly 2 dreams in a row. I'm not doing anything remotely ...actually I have been buying many books, but still, that's not enough to connect me to what/who I was in middle school.

¶ 12/20/2006 02:31:00 AM

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