Wednesday, April 4, 2018
I was in some kind of large institutional school. The teachers/instructors wanted to know where my notes were for something I had recently learned. I looked through my stuff and couldn’t find it, so we all went to my “area” and under my bed were stacks of notes and also nearly 50 packages of unopened paper. They even started tearing open my unopened reams of paper. I asked why they thought they would find notes in unopened paper. They did not answer. I went to some old abandoned area with a few machines and we found even more notebooks full of my notes. There was a gal from Bethel Valpo there; I don’t remember her name, she was trying to help me. I said, “I don’t know why I’m like this. I don’t know why I can’t remember where they (the specific notes) are. The gal looked though some of the notebooks and found what they were looking for. She said, “No wonder he didn’t remember. He learned this years ago.” Puzzling, because it was something the instructors claimed I had just recently (the last few days) been taught.
I see huge spiders, hundreds, crawling around on a hard black surface in the dark, in a mist.
From an elevated distance I saw the Pentagon and surrounding area.