I don't have time now to write this up all the way so here are some notes

-> I was at work takingon a contract to put a working firewall around venezeula
-> nobody really knew where it was. a map had to be procured
-> I kept saying it was next to uruguay but that's meaningless without a map
-> the final delivery date of the contract was not well understood
-> I left this place to go home
-> I rode on this thing that was like a car-sized flat, like movers use to load trucks
-> my dad was with me but he didn't have the knack of holding on, and fell off when we turned left from gonxales to ventura rd
-> I was able by grabbing cars to keep going until 5th street without touching the street myself
-> at seventh street it all was hard because they were irrigating fields
-> when I drew parallel with saratoga I had to walk across the field.
-> I was carrying 3 things, one was a cinderblock
-> I got to the house and nobody was there. they partied last night
-> I went to the back yard and there were some bodies, arranged under this horrific graffiti on the inside of the old fence, of some demon (evil godling?)