Wednesday, May 17th, 2017 —> with a vague hint of light on the horizon to the east @ 4:28 am —
— I was working on building roads in a video game world. It was taking me much longer than usual to get those roads ‘created’ / designed / whatever —> Then all the roads began to move closer together, forming a very tight grid, like I was either compressing everything or panning back / up and away —> I Iaughed and wondered if my invisible virtual road building nanobots had gone on strike.
— My family, Mom & a couple sisters & me —> were moving into a new house- We still had most of our stuff in boxes. I had chosen a room that had an “L” shaped alcove and I was in that alcove concentrating on trying to figure which direction was east because I wanted to set my home-made desk up so I would be facing east in there and I was thinking that was a really good space to write in and I thought I could quickly finish writing the novel I was working on as a teenager —> As I was visualizing where I would move the desk, Mom came upstairs and said, “We lost the house. We have to pack up and move again.” I gasped and said, “How can that be?” –> and sat there wondering what would we pack our stuff into and where could we go?