The Dream Magic Experiment

Night. Travel. An empty road. An accident. Bus supposed to be crushed. Someone is talking about the scattered stuff on the road, from the dead people. A security guy complained.

Alcohol. Piles of stuff from the dead just scattered on the road. I took some.

There's a box of gooey, strange stuff, probably some innards of the dead, and it's just in the middle of the street. I took them, and with a fetus, burned them near the crossroad near our old boarding house near our college. It melted the cyclone fence, and it caught a thief.

Travel. Went to Jhajha's place? Or Chris D's? Jhajha said she has to do something else, so I went home. The mood is gloomy, rainy.