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Impression that I (not, I think, seen doing so by them) saw a group of people entering an elevator (large, like a wider freight-style elevator), descending to work with this group of 'Nazis' who were hiding down somewhere. Sense that the people taken down were wanted for their skills. I for some reason once they'd left snuck forward and pressed the elevator 'button', which may have started the elevator back up, then questioned the intelligence of what I was doing, reversed what I'd done, and sensibly fled. Thereafter, I wandered around what I think was a fairly public space, worried moderately that since they were 'Nazis', and probably hiding, that if they knew I'd seen them go down there, they might come after me. And everyone knows how those 'Nazis' torture people who get in their way. I seemed to recall. I may still have been determined to rat on them after having noticed them, though. I got the sense that I was looking for the proper authority to inform.
Spent some time outdoors, in a 'park' I think. At one point was interacting with a girl-child, who in that playing/teasing way of children testing the limits of what's allowed, was teasing me about whether the clothing I had on could be removed. In other words, like someone who wasn't used to clothing might inquire about the layers on someone who wears it, and if she could remove some or not. IE, was it an outer layer which could come off, or the inner-most needed-to-stay-on layer. Heh. I informed her it could not, I think I held her briefly, as if she were about toddler age, then put her down again.
She may have been the child of the man with 'dreads' (another 'Rasta man!') with whom I spoke next, still in the 'park'. He asked if we could speak about something important; we went and sat down a little ways away from where we'd been. Park bench, maybe. I think he was asking me/requesting something, and how I interpreted it was this: I was apparently in a science-fiction/fantasy viewing club, and it was feared by some that this club would veer towards focusing exclusively on 'Robin of Sherwood' (the 1980s ITV series about the trouble-making medieval freedom fighters/rebels), as there was some new re-make of that series. I then spoke confidently, reassuring the fellow, whom I took to be a fellow club-member, that if tapes became available we'd naturally watch it, but that it would never be our exclusive focus.
Spent some time outdoors, in a 'park' I think. At one point was interacting with a girl-child, who in that playing/teasing way of children testing the limits of what's allowed, was teasing me about whether the clothing I had on could be removed. In other words, like someone who wasn't used to clothing might inquire about the layers on someone who wears it, and if she could remove some or not. IE, was it an outer layer which could come off, or the inner-most needed-to-stay-on layer. Heh. I informed her it could not, I think I held her briefly, as if she were about toddler age, then put her down again.
She may have been the child of the man with 'dreads' (another 'Rasta man!') with whom I spoke next, still in the 'park'. He asked if we could speak about something important; we went and sat down a little ways away from where we'd been. Park bench, maybe. I think he was asking me/requesting something, and how I interpreted it was this: I was apparently in a science-fiction/fantasy viewing club, and it was feared by some that this club would veer towards focusing exclusively on 'Robin of Sherwood' (the 1980s ITV series about the trouble-making medieval freedom fighters/rebels), as there was some new re-make of that series. I then spoke confidently, reassuring the fellow, whom I took to be a fellow club-member, that if tapes became available we'd naturally watch it, but that it would never be our exclusive focus.