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    1. 08212012-Missing School Children and The Government Has Tiny Helicopters

      by , 08-27-2012 at 05:13 AM
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      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Iím taking a walking field-trip with my daughterísclass. Our departure from the school isalong a road several miles south of the real-life school and it feels weird tobe taking this route for a walking field-trip. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We head out and all is initially fine but 4 of the childrenin the class are a little developmentally deficient and these 4 kids run outinto the street. Cars pass by them on both sides as Iím screaming at them tocome back to the side of the road. I realize they probably canít get backsafely and I know Iím going to have to go get them. Iím preparing myself to dothis when the one closest to me, from the middle of the street, stares up at meand then runs across the street narrowly avoiding being struck. Iím amazed sheand the others made it across the road as they appear to be about 4 years ofage despite being a part of my daughterís class.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I finally get a break in the traffic and make my way across,chasing them along the road towards another class on a field trip. These kidsare older and have come by bus. I find myself envious of their field-trip.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The children blend into the group and disappear from mysight. I donít know where they are and Iím frantically trying to think of a wayto get them separated from the group. An idea suddenly springs to mind and Isay, ďWho here is from [school], raise your hand?Ē Iím thinking the younger kids will respond andI will be able to pick them out of the group.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My expectations are dashed when all the kids raise theirhands. I have encountered a class of older children from my daughterís schooland I recognize none of them. Not being daunted by this I decide the kids musthave gotten onto the bus. As the class boards I go in behind them, asking theteacher if they mind if I do a search. The teacher is agreeable and allows meto walk the aisle of the bus looking for them. Sadly I canít find them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Before I can turn around the bus driver closes the doors andstarts driving down the road. I think, ďOh. Okay. I guess Iíll get off when wepass my class walking down the road.Ē Again my expectations are shattered when he drives right past the classand I set my new goal for the next block. I tell the driver he passed my groupand at first he seems to ignore me. I repeat myself, speaking a little moreforcefully and he slams on the brakes. I grab on to a pole in an attempt tostabilize myself but I lose my grip. My body slides forward to the front of thebus where I grab on to another pole to keep myself from smashing into thedashboard. I lose my grip again and roll into the front console as the buscomes to a final stop. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Glaring at the driver I make my way off the bus and start runningback towards my group. As I approach I still canít see the lost kids and otheradults are still looking for them. I tell them I will keep on looking for themcloser to where we started.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Down the road I find myself on a dirt track, an unpaved roadthrough the forest heading out to Enchanted Rock, a state park 80 miles west ofAustin. The kids are now forgotten and Iam climbing up a wooded hill, more of asmall cliff than anything, on my way to the campsite. Iím with my dad and someof his friends, people I do not recognize. All are carrying packs of gear.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the crest of the cliff is a rocky ledge with some bulkytree-roots running along it. Each of us has to climb over this ridge and turnaround to help the next climber. I turn to help my dad over the root. As I do athought comes to mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]ďThis is the spot where you made a strong promise to me.Ē AsI say this to him I look down at the watch on his wrist as though I expect himto pass it on to me someday. The moment seems significant but I canít entirelyfigure out why. I help him up and we continue to the campsite.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The spot we camp at is beautiful, a cliff overlooking thelake hundreds of feet below with spotty signs of habitation visible only aslights in the darkness. It had not been dark previously but now the setting isat night. The stars are visible above and my surroundings are illuminated as ifby a bright full moon though I do not see one in the sky.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Everything seems peaceful until the silence is broken by asmall government helicopter which has come to spy on us. The helicopter isactually miniature, about the size of a bread-box though it has sophisticatedcontrols and surveillance cameras that can see in the dark. Everyone scramblesto avoid being hit by the rotors.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Why is the government concerned with us? I canít imagine thereasoning considering the crowd Iím with, none of whom are former agents orcurrent spies. Thinking this I suddenly realize the helicopter is there for me.I know I must be the one under suspicion and the knowledge spurs me to action.I duck below the edge of the cliff, a small overhanging ledge providing me somecover from the cameras that can only see horizontally. I find myself looking upat the small helicopter as it rotates around to find me. I evade it easily.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I become lucid and realize this is a dream. The helicoptercanít hurt me and I decide to just reach up and grab it. It feels solid in myhand, unlike some dream objects, and it vibrates like a gas-powered toy. As Idisable it the rotors stop and the machine becomes a mere hunk of plastic andmetal in my hand. I know the agency hunting me will come looking for theirsurveillance toy and attempt to figure out what happened to both it and me so Ilet everyone know we will have to leave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the morning I am talking to my dad as everyone packs up.Iím playing with the helicopter, extending the telescoping antenna andcollapsing it. I look at it and say, ďI wish I could make it work again.Ē[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In response my dad tosses me a battery pack for it,something he had removed during the night. I had willed that to happen,something I knew as the battery landed in my hand. I love how things work indreams, I think. My dad continues to pack out gear as I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    2. Lucid Porn Class

      by , 05-25-2012 at 01:59 AM
      I liked this dream despite a few strange elements. It's the first dream I've ever had where I purposefully chose my gender during the dream, one of the best transformations ever!

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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The school day has started and I am walking the halls asthough a student, a backpack slung over my shoulder. I feel like a spy, oragent of some police force sent to figure out who is selling drugs or testscores, though nothing I see or do suggests this. Itís just a feeling.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head down a set of stairs to my classroom, and the area iscluttered with people standing outside the door. It seems class isnít open yet,and the bustle of people around me is causing quite a jam, spilling onto thestairs as well. Looking over at some of the people coming down the stairs Irealize they all have their blue books, ready to head to their class. I doníthave a blue book, or perhaps my teacher doesnít use them, but I really feel Ishould have one of the blue books.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As we stand there it becomes clear that some other teacherhas left the campus for some unknown reason, and their students were sent to myclass as there was no other place to send them. I canít imagine what it is thatwould drive a teacher to leave so abruptly and cause their class to have tocombine with another. It must have been serious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We finally are let into the classroom and allowed to findseats as best we can. Standing there I feel a little anxious about not having myblue book, a feeling of confusion that we should have them but no one in sightexcept for the other class has brought them. I sit down at a desk with my backto the wall, the open doorway to my right and beyond the girl sitting next tome. People in the class start pairing up and sharing their blue books, and Ilook around to see if anyone is near me that will share. The girl sitting nextto me (on the right) is cute and she smiles at me before bumping her deskcloser to mine. A book is open on her desk and itís clear she means to let mesee it also but I donít believe it is the blue book weíre supposed to have.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]In the row in front of me and diagonally to my right isanother cute girl, and she doesnít mind sharing her book with me. Sheís not as sexy-cute as thefirst girl but still very pretty, and her willingness to help me out is atremendous relief. At the front of the class a video is showing, displayed onan older tube-style TV on a stand. Not many people seem to be paying attentionto it and I find I am distracted by the girl before me, more so as she reachesback to me and we hold hands on a blanket that has appeared between us. I feelgrateful the teacher can not see us holding hands below the folds of the lumpyblanket.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The teacher has to leave class for a few minutes, presumablyto use the bathroom, and oddly he puts on his sport coat, a brownish tweedjacket that is a relic from years past. He hands me the remote for the TV and Ipresume it is because I am the oldest, and likely the most responsible, in theclass. Itís long and similar to the remote for my Sony TV so I feel comfortablebeing in control of the video, and I think he knew this. He walks out and thedoor shuts behind him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]With the door shut and the teacher gone, the paired upcouples in the classroom begin making out. Itís rather surprising for aclassroom that so many people would be able to hook up so quickly, though Iímnot opposed to the behavior. To enhance the mood someone changes the TV programto a pornographic movie though it doesnít seem to encourage people to watch theTV. The girl I had been holding hands with has gotten up from her seat and hasmoved closer to the TV stand so she has room to smoke her bong. Iím impressedthat she has been able to get a bong into school, and I observe her take in arather large hit of smoke.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]My friend Pearce has also been smoking weed and he seems tobe talking to me about the experience, though Iím barely listening. He hasbecome super-high, he tells me, and he definitely prefers this effect over theeffects of Ecstasy. This prompts me to reach into my backpack and pull out astring of blue pills, similar to a candy necklace, and I break one off and popit into my mouth. I hold the string upto his view and say, ďI much prefer Ecstasy to weed.Ē I then lower the stringinto a film canister, placing a few coins on top to keep the pills from pryingeyes should I ever be investigated.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking around a couple desks and up to the front of theclass by the TV I reach my hand out to the girl I had been holding hands with.She extends her hand and shakes mine. ďI never got to properly meet youearlier.Ē[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]ďIím Cat.Ē Her hand is soft.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At this moment I become completely lucid and debate how I shouldanswer her. I could go female or male, and during this time my appearance seemsto take on a fluid appearance, a shifting of colors and swirls that I can seealong my arms and legs. Guessing her to be more attracted to males and unlikelyto be a lesbian I decide to go with male and my form immediately solidifies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]ďIím Charles.Ē [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My clothes have changed, and Iím wearing a light-blue denimshirt. I can feel a goatee on my face and my hair is now short. Itís a weirdfeeling being in this body but it seems to suit the situation better. I feelmore confident that she and I will make out soon.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Sniffing the air I have a moment of clarity and realize weneed to clear out the pot smoke from the room. I start looking around for some other source of smell, something worthyof opening a window. Behind me is an open doorway leading into a small bathroomand a rather homely-looking boy is sitting on the toilet. My gaze is returnedby a smile filled with braces gone wild, and a slight wave. In my mind Iidentify him as Dumpy-Humphrey, mainly because of his similarity to a boy Iwent to school with. [/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The pooping boy is a good start but I know we will needsomething more. I really need something stronger, something everyone hates.With a burst of courage and a lack of shame I shout to the class, ďI need agirl to throw up!Ē I request a girlbecause theyíre more likely to be acquainted with sticking their finger down their throat and puking.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Thankfully one of the girls obliges and makes a nice spot inthe corner. Good. I explain to the other girl I thought was cute; ďWe couldopen up a window now because of the smell, to air things out and not besuspicious.Ē [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Knowing the teacher is likely returning any second I take aquick look around the room. The TV is still on and the people on the screenseem awfully familiar, and look suspiciously like the people in the porn movieThe Room which Adult Swim likes to air on April Foolís Day. Oh my God, I think,is the TV still showing PORN??!! No, itísokay, I realize itís just the show from earlier and someone has kindly switchedit back from the adult movie during the time I was looking for someone to throwup. All is well.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    3. Art Class and Lucid Bathroom - 05142012- Dream 5 of 5

      by , 05-15-2012 at 07:57 AM
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Iím in an art class, located in my sonís junior high school.There are students all around, and I seem to be one of them, though I stillfeel like Iím a grown-up. I donít ask permission to leave the room when I needto go to the bathroom. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk across the hall to the closest bathroom. The halllooks like any typical school building; smooth-brick for the walls, lockers onboth sides, and a dull reflection on the tile from a window at the end of thehall. Nothing seems surprising about my location or my presence.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never view myself inside the bathroom but when I walk outand head back to class I find that I am lost. I thought my classroom was just awalk across the hall but I canít seem to find it. Nothing seems familiar, andthere are lockers where I thought the class door should be.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk a little further along the hall towards my left andfind a corridor that leads to another wing parallel to the one I am in. I walkthrough to this other wing and begin trying doors, hoping Iíll get lucky. Thefirst door I try has kids in it that are too young to be my classmates. Theyappear to be first graders and none seem familiar. They take no notice of me asI step back out and close the door.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I try a second door and again I donít find my class. Thepeople seem to be the right age but I donít recognize anyone. Itís clearly thewrong class.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I find no satisfaction at the third door either. As I openit a nearby teen looks up at me with an expectant look on his face. He appearsto be about 13 years old, thin with dark hair and wearing a collared shirt. Igive him a nervous smile and say, ďHi, older kids. Donít mind me.Ē Nearly all the kids in the class are lookingat me as I exit the room, and I feel really uncomfortable.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The last door I try turns out to be my classroom, and myrelief at finally finding it is almost overwhelming. Just as I enter the classI find the bell ringing and it is time for everyone to go to lunch. Everyonewalks out of the classroom, and the teacher leaves through a different doorthat leads outside. I decide to follow her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I walk outside I recall that the teacher was nice to me,and I want to talk to her. Sheís a pretty Asian woman, dressed sharply in a mauvehalf-dress, an unusual yet flattering choice for teaching. Her heels donít seemto slow her down as she navigates a rock-path that crosses a small stream thatburbles down the slight hill between school buildings.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk past her and she smiles at me, making a slow turn tofollow my gaze as I pass behind her. If I didnít know better I would assume shewas flirting with me. I definitely want to impress her, and have her look favorablyat me, so the first thing I do as I get close to her is reach down and pick upsome of the pink goo that has collected along the edges of the stream. Liftinga handful I put it in my mouth, almost biting into it despite its appearance offoam. It tastes pink, unlike gum or frosting but definitely sweet, and pink isthe best word to describe the taste. I hold it up to an unseen audience andwith a mouthful of goo I pronounce it good, and safe to eat.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Suddenly doubting my popularity I head back up the gentlehill to the school. There is an outdoor hall in front of me and lots ofstudents are loitering here. This is a good sign to me, and I expect that I woníthave to wait long in line to get my lunch. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking in to the cafeteria I am assaulted by the usualnoise and smells that come with a school eating hall. Despite my earlier visitto the bathroom I need to pee again. I go in search of a bathroom and my questtakes me to the far side of the cafeteria. I feel slightly sick from smellingall the food in the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find a bathroom and open the door, only to find itoccupied by a young boy. I apologize and hastily close the door, noticing asign that indicates the bathroom is for boys. I donít think it was there beforeI opened the door, or I would have noticed it. I certainly wouldnít have gonein had I seen the sign.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The next door over is another bathroom, and this one alsohas a sign on it indicating it is intended for males. I gently push against thedoor and it slowly opens, revealing an empty room with four stalls jammed closetogether on one wall and a trough on the other. There is no toilet and no sinkin the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk into the tiny closet of a room, because I really needto pee. Because there is no toilet I am debating if I could use one of theexisting receptacles, but there is also no toilet paper, and this distressesme. As I complete my turn I notice there is also no lock on the door, and infact a square-foot chunk of the door is missing where a door-lock wouldnormally be. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I become lucid as I open the door, finding myself standingthere with my pants down around my ankles. I know itís a dream because I wouldnever stand in any unlocked bathroom with my clothes down, let alone thecafeteria I begin walking in to. Emerging from the other bathroom is the kid Isaw earlier, and like me he has his pants down also. I feel sorry for him as helooks very embarrassed, but in contrast I am quite calm. Knowing itís a dreamallows me not to worry about the people in the cafeteria, most of whom seem notto have noticed me anyway. My only concern is to find some toilet paper.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    4. Picard is Disappointed

      by , 05-09-2012 at 10:32 PM
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It is a warm summer day and I am visiting the lake. I knowthat Iím looking for someone I know but I canít seem to spot anyone familiar asI stand upon the top of a set of stone steps. I am surrounded by beach goersand people who look like they belong at a lodge.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Unlike most lakes this one is located on the back of theelementary school nearby. Descending a few steps from the parking area bringsme to the water level and along a sidewalk running the length of the back ofthe school building. In the sidewalk is a metal grate which provides accessunder the building as well as ventilation for the underside of the school.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A family of rather obese people arrives, prepared to swimand frolic and I step closer to the brick wall to allow them passage. They donot walk past me but instead drop their belongings and plop down in front ofme, blocking the sidewalk to all passersby. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I canít help but stare at the old grandmother in the group.She is sitting in a low lawn chair and is wearing something that exposes herhideously fat belly. Her fat is so monstrous that odd silvery lines are allover her stomach, and I wonder how those lines could have formed. It appears tome that her belly is covered with fat crystals, though this seems unlikely.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman is having a rather animated conversation with herson-in-law and she is talking about the fat reduction surgery she had. This iswhen she places her hands under her belly and lifts the giant fat flab I hadpresumed was her enormous stomach. In reality her belly wasnít as monstrouslyfat as I had believed. The crystal-looking lines were folds in her skin and itwas clear that she must have had something like 80 pounds of fat sucked out ofher stomach, leaving the excess skin clinging loosely to her midsection.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Now I was repulsed in a new way, and I turned around toavoid staring. I looked out over the lake and enjoyed the bright sunny view. Anumber of people were doing something with balloons but I couldnít figure outwhat.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turned back around when some noise caught my attention.The family was strapping in to large balloons and flying up into the air. Eventhe old flabby grandmother was attached to a large white balloon that allowedher to stay in her lawn chair. She shouted,ĒWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!Ēas she rose into the air. I couldnít believe she was flying.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The balloons bounced up and down, bringing the people highin the air and then down to water level, before bouncing up again. It was anodd sight. Most of the people had a small or average sized-balloon. The oldgrandmother had a balloon at least 4 times bigger than anyone elseís. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Someone behind me flicked a cigarette at me and told me tothrow it up at the balloon. The cigarette was wet but I decided to throw itanyway. I certainly didnít want it clinging to my skin. It flew a few feet fromme and landed in the water with an anticlimactic splash.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My disappointment at failing to properly throw the cigarettewas short-lived as Patrick Stewart waded up to me and told me he wasdisappointed in me for throwing cigarettes at the balloons. He told me that itwas both unsafe and littering, and I should be ashamed of myself. I tried toexplain to him that the cigarette wasnít lit and was already soaked with waterbut he would not listen to me. I felt bad. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Patrick Stewart was dressed as he appeared when visitingRisa, the pleasure planet in STTNG. His white shorts were just visible over thewater line and he sported a white shirt with buttons, open to reveal his tannedchest. It was clear he had been spending a lot of time in the sun and wanted toenjoy himself.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I walked away from this part of the lake along a wide opencourtyard, tiled with small colored bricks, towards a small one-story buildingat the farthest point of the property. The colored tiles made a picture on the ground, similar to a scene fromCoraline. I didnít give it much thought but it did look neat.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the small building was a cabana-style room, a place torest and get out of the sun. There was no glass in the windows and the adobewalls were painted white, as though the building used to have some otherpurpose. It was not a pretty building.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Not finding what I was looking for, I stepped out of thebuilding and looked up to see Jean Grey from X-Men. She told me she had heard Iwas behaving badly and she needed to put me in time-out. ďNothing personal,Ēshe said, frowning. ďYou just need to spend a little time put away.Ē[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I didnít like the tone of her voice. It sounded way moreserious than necessary for any crime I had committed. She raised some kind ofwand or stick and I backed up into the small house. As I stared at herwondering why this was happening she closed the doors and latched them somehowbefore walking away.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I worried that I would spend hours in this building. Itcertainly wasnít much to look at. A candle sat on a small table providinglight, though it should have been bright from the mid-day sun. Outside thewindow I could see and hear children playing and I wanted to be out. Instead Isat down.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Hardly a moment later some of the children opened the doorsand let me out of my prison. I was baffled that I had been locked up in astructure that could be opened by young children. I knew better than to hangaround waiting to be re-imprisoned so I hurriedly walked out and back acrossthe courtyard. There was no sign of Jean Grey or any of the other people I hadencountered.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I continued walking right into the school building that wasadjacent to the lake, walking with purpose and a quick step. Passing straighton through I walked out the front doors and onto the sidewalk leading from thefront of the building. Off to my right was a woman with dark curly hair,bending down and talking to several children. As she stood up and hurried thechildren off to some errand I recognized her as my friend A, someone who Inormally trusted. It appeared as though she was telling the children to performsome devious action, something she would get caught doing herself. I stood andwatched, waiting to see events unfold.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]More events happened but I canít recall them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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