DoubleHelix

March 23, 2014: I am the driver of a car with two passengers on our way to a hobby shop. The hobby shop is located in a strip mall. I make a right turn off the road intent on going around or past a gas station, as I am not interested in filling up. Somehow, I end up at a gas pump in the gas station anyway.

I get out of the car to tell the black gas station attendant I don’t need/want gas, but he already has the filler hose in his hand so I release the gas cover lever/lock and allow him to put gas in.

Now we are in this hobby shop. My friend Mal S. is the proprietor. My companions and I spend some time in the hobby shop and I leave with several objects in my pocket, one of which looks like a sleeve of electrical wire staples with black plastic insulators which I think actually belongs to one of my companions.

Next, I find myself “at home” but it is strange and not altogether familiar house. My companions are gone, but they left on numerous lights in various rooms. I purposefully wander from room to room and shut off the lights, which all seem to shut off normally in response to their various switches, including a bedside table-lamp with the old-style brown plastic cylinder that you push “through” the bulb holder from one side to the other to operate.

I walk through the house after shutting off the bedroom lamp and I am chewing on a black plastic zip tie like a farmer with a piece of hay in his mouth. I wake.