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I'm sitting at long table at some sort of sorority semi-formal/function. I seem to be sitting with Mike and Maddie. I then hear my name and look around. Eventually I catch eye with Arthur whose sitting on the second catwalkish deck on the far side of the room. He comes downstairs, wearing a white basketball jersey with red lining. We go over to the beer where I ask him for a cup. We small-talk, and I consider telling him about Wells Fargo and Causalitea. We go back up to his table where we continue to talk. Eventually I come down and sit on this tall stool that is directly behind my original table. The room we are in sorta resembles Harry's from NYC. I notice that Mike and Maddie are gone and I feel a shred of guilt that they may think I ditched them. But I quickly notice that everyone is gathered around the front of the room, and everyone is also in white - it looked like a gathering of angels. So I continue lounging on the chair, until what seems to be the social chair purports that she had already asked me to get down from that chair once. I disagree with her, and eventually she gives in. I'm then transported next a metro rail bus station. There's a group us, and it turns out several of them are Heathwood kids including Hunter Lipscomb. Idk why we were together, or what the context was, but I start raising hell that "y'know all these heathwood kids are from columbia right?" I seem worried that they might think I mean Columbia, Missouri. But they get it and contest "But they're from downtown". Idk why this matters, but I argue and say no they're not. And eventually yell that I'm from downtown and should know. I remember thinking that I'm probably not even technically from downtown. Through all of this I see some sort of patrol cop or officer in grey laying under a folded box. I can only see his upper body. I ignore it at first, but then another officer in the distance points at it forcing us to acknowledge it. I for some reason pretend I hadn't seen it before. I then notice two blinking red lights and instantly become scared that a bombs about to blow and run. I run behind a tree and watch a bomb-defuser try to defuse it. Something explodes in a whiff of smoke and suddenly a parachute encapsulates the bomb defuser. He floats and falls to the ground 15 yds in front of me. Jean Robert Bellande gets out of the bag.

I only remember a couple of brief un-interconnected scenes.

The first takes place on a "roof" that's been created by a bunch of yellow-planked scaffolding. I'm cleary in some sort of projects/ghetto, perhaps even in some African country. The heat is sweltering and there seems to be no indication of civilization around us. The total square footage of this roof is probably equivalent to 4 suburban homes set up in a cube. It seems that there is intense racial tension on this roof, and a band of black children (probably 10-13 yrs of age) are the governing body. I can't explain why, but I was very intimidated by these children. In the far corner of the roof was some short of shrine for the grand poo-bah of the children. He had on an elaborate headress and was poised like an Egyptian statue. I couldn't see him that well, but he seemed to be a throng of servants. Somehow I ended up on a ramp that zig zags up to the scaffolding roof. Presumably I was trying to get back to my living quarters on the roof, when I noticed a band of the children at the top of the ramp. I sensed that they would mug me but I proceeded anyway. When I approached them, they instantly demanded by backpack (which apparently I was wearing). I turned and dashed back down the ramp, but my vision temporarily magnified on one of the children's faces - and he made some order to an underling to alert the troops below. I'm not sure what he actually said, other than that I understood I would not make it down the ramp. Realizing this, I threw my backpack off the ramp to the ground below, which seemed to content them. Somehow I then transported to my "home" which resemebled a make shift army tent/headquarters in a Middle Eastern country. It was clear we were still on the scaffolding roof, but it looked like I had a room. I was sitting on a bench in the center of the pretty open living space. Beside me was an old man I didn't recognize, but who was complaining of stomach troubles. He had a back&forth with another man I never really saw, but was aware was in the room. The not-seen-man kept repeating that the toilet didn't work well at all, and only use if it was going to be "a little bit of backend". The man began doing a small dance resembling that of a child who has to pee. I told somone in the room my backpack got taken. However, I didn't seem very upset and the party-spoken-to seemed to understand getting robbed was more-or-less standard.

Later I found myself in a crowded non-descript room, which could've actually been my previous home at night. There were a lot of people, and a friend from RL was telling us who from our group had been selected to speak in the next presentation, which I have no idea what for. I was the last of the group to be chosen, and I remember believing I was chosen only because I was attractive.