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instigator of this scene was testing my ability to get noticed. I am not sure what it actually was that I was supposed to do to get noticed because all I possessed was this multi-perceptive view without even a physical form. My impression was that I was supposed to appear the way those other people did from the machine. I couldn’t. The scene instantly shifted to another; this time I was on a train. The train’s interior was not particularly future looking, but what appeared unusual was that apparitions would appear and the passengers barely took notice. They would suddenly appear next to someone to pass on a message of some kind and then vanish. It was as occasional as someone’s mobile phone ringing and that was the level of normality of which it seemed. But still, neither the apparitions nor the people knew I was there, whatever the entity “I” actually meant here. That was it. I couldn’t seem to manifest that way, so perhaps I had failed my test but it was where the scene ended and I was back with the pathos. Again I was with my guide in the rocky terrain with its strange purple sky. For the first time, he seemed understanding and even hinted humour so maybe my “test” wasn’t that much of a disappointment. Again, no words were spoken but I was gestured to follow him. This time it seemed to be the way back (over the rocks that I believe I clambered over days previous). He effortlessly led from yards in front as I followed in his trail. I feared that I might lose him as he strode ahead almost as though floating. I never really noticed that on the way here but then I can’t say I remember seeing legs moving under that black gown. Being lost somewhere like this was a daunting idea--it was literally in the middle of nowhere--but the pathos kept getting further away and I think I was starting to panic. I remember seeing his slight and dark outline move upwards over what looked like a high gravelled dune and I just knew that once I had lost sight of him he would be gone. It seemed a long enough struggle just to arrive at that dune and climbing it seemed unreasonable. I really expected him to poke his head over that ridge above me just to see where I was, but I feared he had lost me deliberately. I remember looking around in all directions for a short-cut or familiar ground but there was nothing, just endless rocks and that horizon of purple sky. For the first time, I was feeling the effects of the terrain, I felt blistered, tired and my mouth was dry. I desperately tried to call out for someone but no words came out. The panic had escalated and my need felt so great that something had to give. That was it, the last I remembered of the scene. 136 My next conscious memory was one of the following mornings around that