Monday, February 17th, 2003

I'm seeing myself (as a white guy) canoeing happily down a river. A voice-over says "I was out to all my friends and family back in the states." I'm now in a house, saying good morning to everyone as I walk through the house (now in first-person again). I go to pet my parents' (or in-law's) lab and the dog (having forgotten who I was) attacks me. I fall back on the couch and feel him bite me on the neck. A warm sensation rushes over the area.