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Was hanging out with some people; seemed to include at least one child. Something small that I took to be a baby mouse came shooting out of somewhere and I got the impression it'd been attacked or injured by another animal, was perhaps someone's attempt at having a pet. And/or had been frightened by another pet. I grabbed automatically at it; not sure if I successfully kept hold of it.
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I seemed to be up climbing on some shelving... I saw rows of things, perhaps figures or toys. Not sure why I was 'up' there. To organize or get something?
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Seemed like a B7-style sequence. Thought I was one person who with a 'scientist' had been left, shackled or tied or connected in some way by one hand to something which when we pulled away, would set off a timed explosive. As if one of the B7 gang had been there, setting up sabotage. We disconnected ourselves anyway, and apparently decided to try to get as far as we could away before it blew. After a bit I seemed to lose the scientist. I recall going down flights of stairs, heading for the basement and a way out of the building. I recall thinking that if it was a conventional explosive, we had a chance, but if it were nuclear we were out of luck.
Thing never seemed to go off, though. After a bit I was on what seemed to be the bottom level (I recall seeing one last short set of stairs, one to each side of me that led to the bottom-most level) but now I wanted to also stay away from whoever normally worked there. I quickly schooched into the crawl space under one stairway and quietly crouched. One person went by (with a cleaning cart, I thought) and never glanced in my direction. So far so good. A second person went by, also too quickly to end up glancing naturallly in my direction....my luck seemed to be holding....and a third figure, a woman, came by as if about to go up the stairs I was under but passed around them (and I got the feeling my luck had run out), and yup...I glanced over to see her having come around the other side to peer at me where I was crouched. I gave her the equivalent of a sheepish grin which said...'Oh look; you found me...'
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I seemed to be up climbing on some shelving... I saw rows of things, perhaps figures or toys. Not sure why I was 'up' there. To organize or get something?
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Seemed like a B7-style sequence. Thought I was one person who with a 'scientist' had been left, shackled or tied or connected in some way by one hand to something which when we pulled away, would set off a timed explosive. As if one of the B7 gang had been there, setting up sabotage. We disconnected ourselves anyway, and apparently decided to try to get as far as we could away before it blew. After a bit I seemed to lose the scientist. I recall going down flights of stairs, heading for the basement and a way out of the building. I recall thinking that if it was a conventional explosive, we had a chance, but if it were nuclear we were out of luck.
Thing never seemed to go off, though. After a bit I was on what seemed to be the bottom level (I recall seeing one last short set of stairs, one to each side of me that led to the bottom-most level) but now I wanted to also stay away from whoever normally worked there. I quickly schooched into the crawl space under one stairway and quietly crouched. One person went by (with a cleaning cart, I thought) and never glanced in my direction. So far so good. A second person went by, also too quickly to end up glancing naturallly in my direction....my luck seemed to be holding....and a third figure, a woman, came by as if about to go up the stairs I was under but passed around them (and I got the feeling my luck had run out), and yup...I glanced over to see her having come around the other side to peer at me where I was crouched. I gave her the equivalent of a sheepish grin which said...'Oh look; you found me...'
