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It was lovely last weekend. My trip to the Crater Lake seems gorgeously quiet. I was all alone in my little camper. While I putted a CD in the drive, I had to think about that good old 8-track players. How they used to look like in America. Huge bulky things. But with a very good sound with Dolby^®. I’m completely into Steve Earle lately. A tremendously country singer I can completely identify with. Finally REST. No Uploads for the time being, no intrigues, Braintec is far away. Back to myself. In nature, as my father taught me. Appreciate everything The Creator made. At the end of the day I reached the lake coast. It looked tremendously. So huge. I couldn’t see the end of the lake from where I stood at the parking. But I missed the colours as they were shown inside the flyers. They must be gone by the low sun’s altitude. At the pictures it’s all azure blue. Now it was just GG (Grubby and Grey).

The next day I saw The Lake in its full glory. What a colour! This was so beautiful. Such a colour you can’t imagine!

In the morning I bought some provisions for the rest of the day. Donuts Bagels, apple-pie, fruit and drinks. I putted everything in my backpack and went to walk. After several hours I became tired of walking and lied down for a while at the edge of an open spot inside the pine forest. Then I got the dream (or was it another upload, I don’t know yet) All in black and white. The most bizarre images went by. All so phantom. Scary, too vague, this isn’t where I want to be! That is what I thought when I woke up. I am the most concerned about the girl that runs away with her fingers in her ears. Away From Here! That’s what it looked like. It’s almost as if I get new uploads, here inside the forest. Is the whole world infected? I want some rest at the edge of this lake.

This wasn’t funny. I got tanked up with memories far beyond the imagination. Especially now, far away form all the intrigues I get this stuff that I can’t comprehend, that I don’t know how to handle. I want to go home. Which home, Elgin? Research centre? The mobile home? I don’t know it anymore.

My cell phone was bleeping to wake me from this dream. Thanks to God or anybody else who did this. It was Pete, my best friend from Scotland. Before he could ask for the reason of calling me I told him what I had experienced and where I was right now. That he helped me to get out of this dream, to come back to myself.  “That’s what friends are for isn’t it?” I must say he was right. He gave me the good advice to talk to a psychologist as soon as possible. As if that’s going to help me. OK Pete, you’re right. Monday I’ll go to Jessica or  ehhh no, better to Sheila. Seems wiser.

At one of my walks by the lake something funny happened as well. It was so quiet. No human being to see. After two days talking to myself I saw a backpacker walking in the distance. He walked into my direction. Hé nice, I thought. A little chat. But what happened: we approached each other and I just wanted to say hello and walk towards him. It was too bizarre. He walked further and only said: “hi”. I looked amazed at him. A Canadian flag at his backpack. He didn’t turn around at all. Just walked further.  “hé!” I shouted, but he didn’t respond. “Am I really here” I started to wonder. It truly seemed to be a very long dream. Only at Sunday morning I came a bit to myself. Finally real rest. I had a good breakfast in a little restaurant at the lake side and I drove back to the research centre without hurry. What must I think about these dreams (or where they uploads) I don’t know yet. But I want to find out. Are there more things uploaded than just the direct images. Is my mind getting clogged up, polluted with all sort of things? Or were they just dreams? Jeee, I can’t shake it off.