I'm beside the road in what seems like a garden, or what will be a garden or a large field. Nothing is planted in it, but there are giant rows of dirt mounds, which I assume are there because the field has been made ready for planting. I'm with two other people, one of whom is very angry and the other is just as scared as I am. See, we need to find his diamonds or, well he hasn't said what, but I'm sure he's going to kill us if we don't.
We've been doing this for a while. We've found little clues at other places, but we never found the diamonds. I don't remember taking his diamonds, or burying them, but I'm sure that's what's happened. Once again, we see a clue. The same sort of clue we've seen the other times, which led nowhere: a small piece of clear plastic.
I squat and look at the area more closely. At the top of the mound I'm on, I see something. Now I'm a little bit excited. It's a small clear half buried piece of plastic shaped like the cockpit for a toy helicopter. I pull it out and find myself holding a clear plastic claw shaped like a bent, square-based pyramid that's supposed to fit over a finger. Obviously one of the instruments used to bury the diamonds. I tell the others that we need to dig here. I'm sure of it.
This is when I notice the fish. I was pretty sure they were there the whole time even though this was the first I'd noticed them. All of a sudden there were eels all around my legs, all the same pale blue color. I began to really freak out. A large eel with hammerhead eyes slithers up on my leg, and I just bolt. I run up some stairs and come out in an empty garage. Small fish are swimming all over near the garage floor, all the same pale blue color.
I run out of the garage through the back door and into a yard. The other two follow me, trying to tell me that they are just illusions. A white cat walks through one of their legs. Right through it, like the cat isn't really there. It stutters for a moment, like it's caught in some video feed experiencing technical problems.
Interleaved between one of the earlier, less eventful sessions searching for diamonds and this last one, I found myself travelling with my family. We stopped at a rest stop, and I carried my baby cousin in. On my leg. She was strapped there in some sort of harness. Before walking in, I pick her up, kiss her on the forehead, and put her back. Strangely, this wasn't an act of love. I hated her and was doing something really mean to her in kissing her like that.
Next thing I know, I'm sitting at the table and my parents are asking me why I had upset the poor girl like that. I try to play innocent and say that she's a baby, they're always upset. But no, they weren't talking about the baby. They were talking about a young girl I kissed on the forehead after getting in. I don't remember anything about this, but I look over and see a very upset six or seven year old with her parents.
Then I was back in the van, with my dad driving. He was getting off the highway onto a seven lane road. He turned left onto it, but rather than going all the way to the right side of the street, he hooked a left into a five lane road by the exit ramp. He came in bearing into the inner lane of the oncoming traffic, switched to the center lane behind a few stopped cars, and then swerved into the inner lane going into our direction. He barely swerved into the center lane in time to avoid a head-on collision. Everyone in the car was horrified. I swore at him to never do something like that again, and then I found myself in a field, looking for clues to where a very scary companion's diamonds may have been.
We've been doing this for a while. We've found little clues at other places, but we never found the diamonds. I don't remember taking his diamonds, or burying them, but I'm sure that's what's happened. Once again, we see a clue. The same sort of clue we've seen the other times, which led nowhere: a small piece of clear plastic.
I squat and look at the area more closely. At the top of the mound I'm on, I see something. Now I'm a little bit excited. It's a small clear half buried piece of plastic shaped like the cockpit for a toy helicopter. I pull it out and find myself holding a clear plastic claw shaped like a bent, square-based pyramid that's supposed to fit over a finger. Obviously one of the instruments used to bury the diamonds. I tell the others that we need to dig here. I'm sure of it.
This is when I notice the fish. I was pretty sure they were there the whole time even though this was the first I'd noticed them. All of a sudden there were eels all around my legs, all the same pale blue color. I began to really freak out. A large eel with hammerhead eyes slithers up on my leg, and I just bolt. I run up some stairs and come out in an empty garage. Small fish are swimming all over near the garage floor, all the same pale blue color.
I run out of the garage through the back door and into a yard. The other two follow me, trying to tell me that they are just illusions. A white cat walks through one of their legs. Right through it, like the cat isn't really there. It stutters for a moment, like it's caught in some video feed experiencing technical problems.
Interleaved between one of the earlier, less eventful sessions searching for diamonds and this last one, I found myself travelling with my family. We stopped at a rest stop, and I carried my baby cousin in. On my leg. She was strapped there in some sort of harness. Before walking in, I pick her up, kiss her on the forehead, and put her back. Strangely, this wasn't an act of love. I hated her and was doing something really mean to her in kissing her like that.
Next thing I know, I'm sitting at the table and my parents are asking me why I had upset the poor girl like that. I try to play innocent and say that she's a baby, they're always upset. But no, they weren't talking about the baby. They were talking about a young girl I kissed on the forehead after getting in. I don't remember anything about this, but I look over and see a very upset six or seven year old with her parents.
Then I was back in the van, with my dad driving. He was getting off the highway onto a seven lane road. He turned left onto it, but rather than going all the way to the right side of the street, he hooked a left into a five lane road by the exit ramp. He came in bearing into the inner lane of the oncoming traffic, switched to the center lane behind a few stopped cars, and then swerved into the inner lane going into our direction. He barely swerved into the center lane in time to avoid a head-on collision. Everyone in the car was horrified. I swore at him to never do something like that again, and then I found myself in a field, looking for clues to where a very scary companion's diamonds may have been.
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