Outside, i carried my two carry-on luggages with books. In front of the wooden gate, from instinct, i almost thought i knew what i was doing. i pressed on this tiny piece on the big circular symbol with my mind and a door appeared to the right of the gate in the building next to it, and it opened. But then i knew i had no confidence in the people i haven’t seen and haven’t met, and the 2 people in front of me, the couple, were kind, so my books spread out on the flood and i started gathering them up, some of them with torn pages and some in bad shape, and i asked them if i could give them the two books for safekeeping. After a bit of deciding, not knowing if this wasn’t a too much big task and burdensome, they accepted.
i went in the side of the building and found a room with grey robbed men, looking surprised that their door was opened. They motioned me in, smiling.
i then entered the oriental-furnished room, with a large sofa in front of me and to the left. There was a younger older man with black grey beard sitting next to the old man with no eyes and grey white beard. “i think you should think i am scary” said he in a scary manner, but we weren’t scared, because we came there on our own volition to find. They all wore long beards and grey robes except for the one to the left, which sat facing the 2 men in front of me, but away from me, so i could not see his face but only his back. And he had short hair.
“Page 640, where is it?” Said He, looking through the Almanac i have given him, from the pile of books i carried with me, but left two of them out, given to the man and the woman outside, whom i knew very little, but trusted.
From the right side, another man with no face was sitting and from his side, he took out a long machete-sword which he gave it to the man that was scary. However, in a scary manner, the man that was i, came into the room, bringing the books, was seeking. He started walking forward with his short brown curly-haired head while tilting his body backward at 90 degrees and his hands started shaking and increasing in elasticity and size and soon he was losing form encompassing all in the room, transforming into ropes of shapes and various colors. Everyone was losing their minds but they had the power to separate. We split into strands rotating horizontally, in the same manner as the strands that kids would jump when they were kids, and the horizontal rotating movement of the strands made their minds separate from their bodies and merged into a black cloud that went searching.
Atop is where we were, a body separate from its mind, hanging on automatically from this flying balloon and jumping from balloon to balloon while i tried to catch him and merge back, as below the black cloud was moving aimlessly aiming at us, but ineffective because they were weakened of the effort.
They were 6. i never saw one to the right side when i entered the room, but i have seen his robes. Then there was one to the right of the room, that gave the sword, hidden, but he was there.
i merged with myself and continued on, weakened, above the rooftops and the balloons, while they were probably finding themselves.