Timothy Paradox

I forgot much, but one fragment lingers: a recurring dream in which I kind of forgot I live alone, and sleep at my old parent's home for a few days instead. I reluctantly told my dad I was going back home after today. I know why I have this dream so often. Living alone can be pretty lonely, just me and my computer. I like being around people, even if it means having less independence.

On second thought, another fragment. I was in a very large room, where many people from throughout my life were assembled - people that have probably never met each other, like from school, work, hobbies, ...
Nathan was there (back from high school), talking to some other guy (from work? Another school?). I, uh, think that at one point, he grabbed my throat while making a joke about me.