I was working somewhere, keeping a number of specific artifacts, perhaps in a storehouse or building in the White City or perhaps the Good Places around it. These were mundane artifacts, like trashcan lids, tennis rackets, laundry hampers. There was a party going on for the employees, in a room somewhere like an Old room; posters, dark-colored carpet, computer shelf. Kat was there, I got into like a pro-wrestling match with her when she arrived. We then both adjoined to a large room, like an over-sized garage/kitchen with wood paneling and many people I didnt know, sitting on folding chairs. We were in the back, killing large roaches that were gathering in a basin of some kind. Naturally, I was madly afraid, but Kat seemed fine. I left soon after that.. I think thats where I picked up in the next paragraph
It was in the Long Neighborhood, when I was out that night to find someone, where I leaned against the fence of someone's house to check my mp3 player, even though I hadn't turned it on. The door opened up and out came an average-looking man, whom I greeted. He returned it, cheerily informing me he was sitting down to an evening of millions of pirated movies. I couldn't remember why or how, but I met his wife and daughter, a little girl who was very friendly. As I left, I found myself in the Neighborhood of Home, in particular the long stretch between Jordan and the Hill. I headed towards the latter, but as I made my way up, I noticed a camel, long-bodied and white, bearing a long banner between its two humps, bearing an unfamiliar symbol. It was the only thing for me to run to when wild dogs attacked down by DJ's old house. The camel laid into the wolves with all the Dynasty-Warrior'd fervor and graphic.
Two days pass..
I'm in a car, directing a man back through Long Neighborhood, seeking out the house of the average-looking man. We park in his front yard, which is a Big house, and is in the midst of some kind of party. My brother Sam is there, smoking one of my cigarettes and telling me to tell no one of what he's doing there. I find a Foster's Bitters being forced into my hand and a loud man up the yard challenging me to spot his cats, which are nearly perfectly blended into the surroundings. At one point, a number of strangers around my age headed in quickly, complaining about having to close up. I followed the average-man, who claimed he was working for a university. My brother, appearing at the back, asked if it was University of Portland. No one knew. I was looking for something to eat, coming to were the average man was headed; a large room like that in a modern community center or bowling alley, full of candy on shelves. I think it might've been a Grand Band Candy Storehouse. I heard the man and Sam leave behind me, the lock clicking. I yelled, " Fine, thats fine.. go ahead and lock me in here WITH ALL THIS FUCKING CAAAN-DYYYYY!!" They opened the door briefly, yanking me out before shutting it again. As we passed one of the windows, the world was suddenly cycling color. I spotted a gigantic object, like a top-hat split width-wise with the Cat-man's face inside, made of light. He was launching beams of light into parts of the Long Neighborhood, which we were almost 29 stories above now, giving us a cloud-strewn view of. He was destroying parts of it and I was really afraid. The lights in the House went to blacklight, I saw kids streaming out of everywhere, armed with what looked like even more militant Nerf guns then what we have today, all lit glowing by the blacklights.
Thats when I awoke.
Don't take naps between 6 and 9 in the evening, its not safe. Something was looking for me. I'll keep a sharp mind out tonite when I fall asleep again and see if anything's changed.
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