I come to on a couch in an apartment room. The scene which had just been going on comes to my mind, the scene which had been underway when I passed out. I was leaving an apartment building in a large complex with Jordan and possibly Jimmy, one of the guys I met in Fernandino, headed to some party. We all ate a roll as we left. We were making jokes about last names.

I'm living in a house with four roommates. One is Matt. He and another are meth addicts. The other has been missing for some time. Some other people show up at our door to report our other roommate is squatting in a nearby home. He's started a campfire indoors, they report, and is in danger of burning the place down. We tell them that he's been doing meth for some time, and has become unpredictable.

The following are notes recorded during and directly after medicinally induced self-dissolution. The medium here is a psychoactive substance isolated from a climbing, flowering vine.

Chew Can-D, a substance from The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch, with an older professor type. We are lying in bed when he tells me the drug will kick in immediately. When it does, we both rise like ghosts, our movements glowing and static filled.

I think It's not really us but a sort of dream or drug us. As in the world is a dreamed or hallucinated world. We don't use a miniature set [layout], a device from the book that lets drug users feel they've been translated to the world of their miniatures.

On a swimming team and playing water football. I am able to tackle one of our lead swimmers and then drag him backwards several yards. Jordan Sexton is playing (it's a practice) and complains of some foot issues. The coach sends him to the school doctor.

I also go to the doctor complaining of a slightly sore foot. When I get there, the doctor asks if I want pain meds and high-fives me. He gives me a big syringe and tells me to self administer.

Went to Drupal Con Denver, although Denver was not really Denver. It was artsy and had the downtown feel, and there were plenty of people on the streets. One of the first sessions was put on by a chubby guy with crazy hair. He smoked pot and rode a ridiculous scooter and nearly got kicked out. At some point he carried me out of the auditorium as part of his session, although I didn't know him and we hadn't agreed on it.

In an apartment with two girls and a guy. At first we watch a movie about some sort of ghost thing. It's about a factory worker who inserted a tape drive backward in some computer device and somehow died. He became a ghost and haunts others who do the same. The company changed the device to make the mistake virtually impossible. The worker's name was David Brighton, I think.

Anyway the movie is projected using my tiny laptop onto a theater sized screen. Parts of it are interactive, for some reason, and I [ink-oat] in Spanish.

Chelsea calls to ask me to come over. I do and she is in a mask. Warns about a creature in her complex on the loose, a wanwon or something that is evil and mysterious. Her mask is of a woman with elephantiasis. It's terrible.

When I arrive we go to a liquor store in her complex operated by two African immigrants. They confess to me they are "right" Christians. There are bible verses on the counter. Chelsea complains that I don't drink or use drugs. We repair to her apartment.

Jordan loses $500 to a drug deal gone bad, asks me to recover the money. The dealer works at a department store and is nearly seven feet tall. During the deal, the dealer had become angry, beat up Jordan, and forced a baby to drink gasoline, killing it.