I walked down an long hallway with its ceiling open to a twilight sky. It turned left at the end, and the wall was covered in band stands. Danielle C. sat in one set, looking outward, unaware of my presence. She got up, walked down and away.

I , or perhaps we stood in a darkened theater, oddly shaped. The floors induced a sense of vertigo, slanting subtly downward toward the screen, which was high and toward the ceiling. As the lights came on, the floor in front of the screen was revealed as rising toward a three sided triangle before the screen, further inducing a sense of confusion. The angles were all wrong to my eye. A film began on the screen, but all I saw was white light emanating from it.

I exited from the theater, possibly through the screen into the desert. I rode a horse slowly down deserted paved, cracked highways. There were no cars nor other traffic. Beside the path stretched a light colored sand, and dry, sandstone cliff faces. The sky was a midnight gray with wispy, dry clouds smeared across the horizon. There was no sun and no moon - only an eerie, omnidirectional dream-lighting that showed the path ahead.

Throughout this dream, it felt like I was accompanied by other people, and I reacted as if I was among friends. However, when I looked back, there was no one there.

Riding atop the horse, I once removed both hands and proclaimed "Look how I can ride. Now I can shoot Nazi's with BOTH hands!"

I passed into an intersection heavy with abandoned cars. The area was still desert, but had sparse patches of grass near the road. I dismounted my horse, and looked around. Beside the road was a ditch which sloped forward. Inside it, I found my pair of black and white shoes and my Canadian Backpack with the zippers all undone. The journal was missing. I packed the shoes inside the pack, put it on and looked for my horse.

It had crossed the road, and a man approached it. He was shoving his hands toward it's face, spooking the animal. I told him to go away. The horse was still across the road, but further away on the sandy space between lanes. A series of cars began driving down the highway, and did not stop. The horse stood, watching me try to cross the road.

I never got back to it again.