I'm in the museum. It's seven stories tall, but the sixth floor is off limits and requires a passcode to get onto. Of course, the passcode for the sixth floor can be found by solving puzzles on the seventh floor. I'm on the ground floor watching the field trip kids swamp the seventh floor trying to figure out the code. My friend wonders why I'm not up there, trying to learn the code myself. I assure him that it's not critical that I be the first to get to the sixth floor, and that I didn't even need the code. I was merely waiting for all of the kids to be gone. I knew that the person responsible for the sixth floor was plotting something, and it was most likely evil, or at least not to be desired. I've had dealings with Aleister Crowley before and am aware of his methods.
I've been
molested. It felt like a
dream and looked like some freaky scene from a
hentai anime. I've written down the whole
experience disguised as a
story on a stack of
crackers. I get back to the house I have to stay at only to be accosted immediately by the
mother-figure who is trying to mold me into the
daughter that she never had. I keep the crackers out of her awareness, not wanting to go through the
scene that would follow their discovery. She takes me to what is to be my
room and shows me all the
clothing she had bought for me. It's all bad '70's satiny clothes, but mostly for a
boy. I frown at the selection and look at her telling her I don't know why on earth she thinks I'd wear any of that. She acts like she doesn't hear me and proceeds to show me the socks she bought, all girlie fold-downs and I tell her if she paid any attention she'd know that my socks cover my
calves and I walk out.
I'm
flying over the town. I'm
invisible so that nobody will know I can fly. I look down and see someone on a
bicycle, riding a faint path along the
riverside. It looks like some sort of
game and I look down, plotting the
path of least resistance for the
cyclist and am somewhat pleased when the cyclist follows the path I had mapped in my mind. There are still too many people in the museum, so I
float around on my back, in the air, with my eyes
closed. I have a force
shield around me to prevent my running into anything and losing my
concentration. When the museum is quiet enough, I fly around it, looking for an entrance to the sixth floor. I find a
balcony with an open
door and I enter. While I'm
snooping around, I'm sensed by a young woman who pins me against a
bookcase. I am trying to figure a way out, as she is stronger than I am, when a young man walks by, looking
lost. If she keeps me pinned, it will look very
suspicious, so she has to
release me to help him. As I go, I
whisper in her ear, "tell him I said ...
thank you." She looks
confused, but I know she will
relay the
message.