The night of November 16th, 2007

I'm on an airplane. We're flying over the ocean on our way to Canada. I've something important in my possession, but I don't know what it is. I look outside to watch the ocean pass; it looks something like a cross between a map and a quilt. ~ We have landed and I'm standing on the tarmac. All the passengers are rounded up next to the plane. There are apparently concerns that some of them are terrorists. I look at the crowd, and amongst them are 15 Muslims...mostly women and children. I've forgotten my backpack on the plane, though, so I re-board to get it. I pass the crowd of detainees, who watch me angrily as I climb the stairs into the jet. I find my backpack on my seat. I pick it up slowly, feeling very unsafe, as if it could explode at any minute. ~ I am in downtown Canada, and I am looking for the Ingred Bolster National Park. I see two men on the sidewalk, talking about that place. Like everyone else, they are wearing gray trench coats and fedoras. One of them begins to walk away towards the subway. I follow him through the crowd, and down the stairs. I board a train, and see him sitting in a chair. I ask him where the National Park is. ~ I am in a car, driving on a mountain highway. The hills are covered with a deep green grass. The road is dark gray, and bordered by walls made of old gray stones. It is raining, and these greens and grays are the only colors to be seen. We climb the mountain, through switchbacks and straight-aways. On occasion, I notice a crimson red stripe painted across the road, like a finish line. We reach the third line on the ground, and the driver stops just shy of it. "We can't go any further," he insists, "There's a red flag." Sure enough, there are poles on each side of this red line, with red flags waving. ~ I am on a balcony with Autumn, looking over the edge. Below, there are 5 women in lingerie, hanging out in a living room. One of them, spreads her legs, and invites Autumn to jump onto her. ~ I am on a dirt road that goes through a dense forest. It is night, and I am running down the road. Far behind me, an old cowboy stands with another man. He sees something moving on the road: A cockroach. He reaches down and picks it up between his thumb and forefinger. For some reason, the other man is concerned that the roach might actually be me...that perhaps I had been cursed somehow on my journey, and turned into this creature. The cowboy says, "Well, it's dead," before crushing the bug with his thumb. ~ I am in a hotel room, calling someone. An answering machine picks up. The message that plays is a humorous song about paying taxes on time. My stepdad comes in, and I try 3 times to play the message for him, but I can't seem to get the timing right. Each time I give the phone to him, the song has already started. We end up talking instead, and I ask him if he's been OK since my mom left. "It just hurts my feelings," he says, before heading to the bathroom. I watch the door close, wondering if there is beer hidden inside. ~ I am the cowboy. The cockroach is in my hand. It has been split in half, revealing a small pair of black wings. I explain to the other man that it only had VD. The bug flies out of my hand, and into my hair. I start to run, and it follows me, buzzing around in my hair. ~ I am with Mike Toles, and we are getting ready to go to a rally. He complains that I'm not wearing enough Ron Paul gear, so he hands me a few stickers for my shirt, and a sign that says Ron Paul for President. He has another sign on the wall, and I begin to read it. ~ That is all.