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helicopter to arrive or leave but that wasn’t the case. It was just I, him and quite possibly another planet, uninhabited by the look of it. I don’t remember feeling temperature or any of the harshness associated with these places but then the scenarios always appeared dream-like anyway and even when I do remember, I will often find physical proof such as blisters even though I maintain they are dreams. All I seemed to do in this scene was follow the being in front who occasionally looked behind to check on me and direct further. As I followed on his trail I couldn’t help notice his dress. From behind it resembled one of those black religious missionaries outfits together with the broad rimmed hat that he wore. The only thing preventing me from thinking he was a missionary was that phantom mask on his face every time he peeped around. Thad no intention of doing anything other than follow very strictly because, from what I could see, there was no direction to anything in a place like this. I might have been in the Australian Outback or the Sahara. He looked around at me one last time as we seemed to stop. I had followed him to a tall ridge and when I reached him he gestured me to behold what was below. It seemed to be a huge, vast canyon with an immense clearing amongst it even though it looked barren. He kept holding his hand out for me to look in awe at everything below and even seemed concerned that I didn’t share his enthusiasm. It was just a huge rock clearing sometimes found in the valleys of famous mountain ranges such as the Grand Canyon and apart from the unearthly sky above and the way it seemed to have no affect on the light cast on us and this terrain (which was indeed strange) I couldn’t really see what I was supposed to acknowledge. A strange comment seeing that nobody was suggesting that I should. The communicative impression I got from this scene was that I was only being shown something, maybe for the first time but then who knows what subliminal messages were being relayed in this silence. He appeared to react with a slightly humorous dismay and surprise in his response and it looked as though he prepared to do something. That something could well have been the wave of a magic wand because within the blink of an eye I was in another place. Once again I was plunged into yet another totally disorientating reality. This one I am not even sure I have the hallmarks to compare with but I would bravely attempt a guess that this was a glimpse of the future. This time I was riding through the sky in a small but totally transparent craft. Below was a 131 “T can’t remember this place,” I said to him.