REM report

Scene 1:
i was crawling around the corner of a building behind Pat Fagg. there was a girl behind me, with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair. we were all three sneaking out of an underground type structure, moving from shadow into daylight, and none of us wanted to be seen. there was a bank of gravel and rubble at the corner and we made our way up it out into the city- Seattle.

Scene 2:
we were all three outside in the afternoon. i could see up over the city as if we were standing above I-5 on Roanoke or some street in that vicinity. this is the closest match to what i saw.

Scene 3:
the strawberry blonde girl and i were together and it was dark out. we seemed to be moving through an unfamiliar place that resembled downtown Snohomish. we made our way along the streets and it was clear to me it was getting very difficult for her. she tried to keep up but i could tell she was weakening and in a lot of pain. she had some kind of sickness spreading, from some sort of trauma to her forearm. i told her we needed to get her to a doctor. i helped her along as best i could. i was pretty scared she wasn't going to make it.

Scene 4:
we were inside a large building at night. it was fairly deserted but i seemed to know where i was going. on a lower level was a doctor's office. as i helped the girl into the office we were immediately noticed by two older women behind the counter. i explained to them how bad the girl's condition was. and they helped her into the back. i was very emotionally involved in the girl's problem, frustrated, worried- i felt like i wanted to cry. one of the two receptionists tried to ease my fears. eventually a doctor, an older, greying man, came out. he told me they could help her but it was going to be expensive. i had no money. he laid a book with the paperwork on the counter and started to review the bill with me. at first it didn't seem that bad, but he was just getting started. he turned a page and my eyes caught a figure of something like $7100 and change. it was like a heavy weight descended on me. i told the doctor i had no money right then but that i would take care of it.

Scene 5:
it seemed like the next morning, and like i'd been waiting in this office all night. the girl emerged from the back of the office and stood by the counter, smiling at me, backlit by the yellowish lighting in the hallway. i crossed the room to go to her, immensely relieved. she held out her left forearm, which was mostly wrapped in some green leaves, but bare on the underside, which she wanted to show me. she kind of cradled her bad arm with her other hand. there was a bluish discoloration to the skin on the underside of her forearm. i knew she was going to be allright.