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in the future, using floatation. After it had been revealed, the same questions as to its significance returned--why show me? I am not a miner and never did discover what they actually mined. The only connection I could make was to the vast canyon that the being originally showed me before I was zapped away on scenarios. Maybe the first was the quarry where they mined, but shown in daylight? All I could decipher was that I had been given a lesson in flotation and its uses. In some ways it made a lot of sense because if we could use anti-gravity it could be exploited for leisure as well as industry. Flotation, a way of relaxing today is used in leisure centres that have water filled tanks for people to unwind in both darkness and silence. Floating in “nothing” could be the new age way to ultimate tranquillity. What struck me some time after I encountered these scenarios was an idea I once contributed to a local magazine in a competition for a leisure pursuit of the future. This happened years after the “forgotten” floating experience and my entry was without surprise the floatadrome and the way I described it in my entry did sound like a human aviary. As soon as I remembered seeing that competition, my idea sprang to mind without really questioning its source. Just like my written ideas at school, the entry had been written off as being too obscure because I never heard anything of it. This had been just another example of the source-less ideas and strange fixation my life had become accustomed to. lam not sure how or when that mining scenario came to an end, but ’m certain its beginning, end and complete control were centred around the pathos. I say that because his bland mask was the last thing I remembered seeing. There was yet another scene but I cannot be sure if that happened the same day or a much later one. It was so hard to decipher these scenes’ sequences and how long they actually continued. Had the next one taken place on another occasion, then I really feel it must have been just days later because this batch of memories appeared closely linked both in significance and period. Once my memory had been triggered that day by the pathos-mime on the street, I had stopped to think long and hard about these memories knowing there was yet another in the pipeline. I had made that afternoon my own, to be alone and with my new revelations knowing that after I had carefully thought and written through what I remembered, I would open my mind to the next. Like in the other scenes, the new one revealed yet more science without even hinting at its relevance. 134 This new scene, which I believed took place on a separate occasion to the