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Narrative Dream: Future Security Forces [continued
(3)]}[15th
August 1988]
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[continued]
*(2)
At a certain point my companion and I got lost trying to get back to
the museum. After several unsuccessful attempts we entered what
might have been a service (or services) route, and stumbled by
accident on the fringes of what seemed to be a secret meeting of a
group of black anarchists.# There were several terrified black women
around. Hiding with (I think) a black girl, we (she and I) found two
large mysterious wooden crates, distinctively shaped, which filled us
with horror: we felt that they were connected with the anarchists,
and dared not open them for fear of the death that was inside.
*[See
last previous entry]
#‘anarchists’
is my waking description of them.
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