(3307) Walking Home from Cape May

Tom and I and 2 other people are walking home from Cape May. We don't get too far home when after we make a Wawa stop Tom, (Maddey?), (other person?) see this tunnel in the ground. It's a hole filled up with water and then a pipe that leads to this storage room. They all go in and want me to come. I have my cell phone and other technologies I don't want to get wet. I feel held back because of it. I also don't think it's a good idea. We're inside, and there's these pipes and boxes that this old women owns. I'm afraid she'll find us. We hear her come in an entrance.

my boobala wasn't exposed.

I'm in a little motel on a hill off City Line Avenue, I guess it's sort of near Wissahickon. I'm sharing a room with Tom, John and Eric. It's a famiy owned motel- their little girls are running up and down the green carpeted steps.

I'm working the Front End at Whole Foods Market because the bakery wasn't getting enough customers, but I still have to make sure I do my duties in both the bakery and as cashier. I can't do both.

I'm standing on a hill in a bikini I crocheted myself.

(3307) House of Leaves-esque

There's a cave in the apartment of my basement. Tom, Chris DeSimone, Sammy Greenburg and Chris Cho are with me. As we go down into the cave I can feel the space getting larger and larger even though it's becoming darker. It feels as though I'm walking down a steep highway. Someone has a bright spotlight directing us, I can see pine trees, though I still know we're in a basement. I'm afraid of being first in line and last, I don't know whats out there in the dark. It feels like days venturing down- we finally get to a flight of basement steps and we walk into a basement room decorated with early 20th century furniture and vitamins all across the wooden floors. I can feel gel pills under my feet. We're all amazed that someone would dig that far to have their own private room. We go back up to tell others. They all think it's the new thing to do and go without me, even though it's my apartment.

Ellie the cat finds her way into a vat of gross marinara sauce, I have to bathe her while everyone is exploring

SAFE

Tom wants to date Kendra King. I'm upset, but he points out that I'm dating another boy. This boy is a taller lankier version of Tom with bigger teeth. He says that it's unfair that I have another boyfriend and I shouldn't hold him back from hanging out with Kendra romantically on Monday and Tuesday.



I'm outside my grandparent's old house on Pennington Road in Philadelphia. There's a tunnel made of snow leading from the sidewalk to their doorstep that my grandfather built. Next to the entrance of the tunnel is a sign that says "SAFE". I don't remember crawling through, but suddenly I'm on the other side, melting ice with a garden hose on the floor of the tunnel, this causes the tunnel to collapse.

This forest was once underwater

The forest is grey and green, it's twilight. Tom is standing on a large rock next to some large white branches, though they might be ancient bones of a shark's jaw. This forest may have been underwater at one point in time.

curled up like a cat on a chair. I don't sleep.

I'm in a small house, waiting for Tom and Alex Shaffer to show up. There was a murder in the house and the police have blocked off a room. I can't go in there, but I left my backpack in the room. I couple had been killed and mutilated in bathtubs, wrapped in gauze, their flesh and guts seeping through, wet with water and lifeless expressions.

When Tom and Alex got there, I was in pajamas, soaked with the water that was in the bathtubs of the dead couple. I didn't want him to see me.

Rena brought home a baby.

The apartment was redone. The kitchen expanded and we good green railings and marble floors, new cabinets, and a red stone decoration on the railings.

I'm in my bed and it's become an elevated version of our porch at the 125 house. It's early in the morning and there's a thick grey air surrounding me, cold with the beginning of winter. I'm laying on my mattress looking up at the sky and the trees, I can feel the wind picking up and I watch leaves and acorns fall onto me and my bed.

"How am I going to make it through the winter?"

Rena is safe and warm with her new baby below me in her indoor bed. She's on Skype with someone from West Chester who we went to high school with who is now permatripping from too much acid. I then transport to West Chester where I meet up with Tom and walk around a graveyard with.

People in Russia spoke English

I just arrived in Russia. As I'm walking to find some people I know I see Sasha, Rena's new boyfriend, and I call out his name. He's walking down an old stone corridor of an old public building. He slows down for me and we walk out to a courtyard where there's an old docked ship, illuminated from the moon above. Young orphan boys from ROOF are on the ship, miserable and upset with their lives. I talk with them and about three or four end up throwing themselves off the ship ending their lives on the cobblestone ground with a crunch. I find Rena and ask why they do things like this, Rena is unresponsive, even after I ask if she can help me use the Moscow Metro. Sasha ends up helping me and I make my way back to our apartment which we are now sharing with my co-worker, Alexa, from Whole Foods. Except it was also half of the house in Cape May, so we also had our own rooms. Rena had cleaned out our living room completely empty to make way for a huge party she was going to have. I was upset about this because I didn't want to have to clean up after a party.

My mama laying naked on a bed, 28 years old and beautiful and still in love with my dad, glowing with just giving birth to me and my brother.

I was walking down West River Drive with Tom and Eric, it's late afternoon and there are cars and bike riders and joggers as there usually are. Except we're walking on the side of the road that has no sidewalk- but now it does. And it has a grate so you can catch a glimpse into the sewer system and the underground city below. I see a man lurking in the darkness, looking up at us splashing through ankle deep water following us as we walk. I mention something to Tom and Eric, but they dismiss it and keep walking. A few minutes later I see the man poking his head up through the grate and looking at us. I start panicking, but again Tom and Eric don't seem to be bothered.