La Nouche's Dream Journal-Chp 8

• Was sentenced to death for a crime

• Went through all kinds of levels of the mind with a number of weird people

• First level was a rope ladder, body gets more and more decayed in every step

• Someone said something about preferring to play with the mind rather than the real execution

• Another level showing something like a room and something to do with playing with imaginary friends

• Don’t remember much, but remember going all the way up until reach a place where got sucked up to the top

• Have to press a number of keys on keyboard and make sure all are lit, all the while hearing someone saying something about AVP

• Take a huge stick and point at the keys on keyboard which some have turn to yellow bananas or something and play music

• Hear someone said each banana was a spirit or convict needed to be released in order to release me from my sentence

• Freedom. Climb out of the level to find myself in an airport-like place

• Played a game and earn quite high points, can use those points to buy stuff

• Went to a shop that sells Disney stuff and practically bought almost everything there

• When need to pay, find out only one of many people playing the game is eligible for a credit card, and my friend who has it have not enough credit

• Ask shopkeeper to hold on to stuff while I search for cash

• I remember talking to some people, then was approached by some African guy asking if want to go on journey

• Agree but first have to pay for stuff, borrow cash from African guy

• The store was closed

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