For before beginning the morning, I found myself back in India, traveling through the country with others, with Sevgilim. Then we approached a watery way and boarded a boat that was like unto an airboat. The driver was playing in its control, causing it to flip over and we all were on the hull which was now above the water, not far from land but surrounded by crocodiles. One tried to cross without success, another tried without success. I thought of crossing over to the land and found myself there, Sevgilim having come with me. The others left were reminded of the antelopes and how they crossed, not one by one to be easily all eaten but all at once, ensuring some did make it and so this is what the others did, two losing their life.
In this new place, it was like a reunion of school. I had climbed up a staircase to look around and upon reaching the top a girl, I once knew, was there. I saw her, looked around the room and then went back down stairs. Upon getting down, she had followed me and asked why I had come up there, thinking it was for her. I replied that at a time in my life, many years ago, I had those types feelings for her but now I am in love with my wife. Then a friend who was there, named Marc and I left to go to a place where a person was talking to a group, and the person was Sevgilim. As Marc and I walked, Eugene joined us, slim and wearing glasses.