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I was in a very small T-shaped room. Everything was light blue, and I was continually reminded of a kitchen. Everything was plain and simplistic, reminiscent of some old Half-Life Counterstrike mod. I was simply moving slowly around my very limited space. I was aware that beyond these blue walls was infinite blackness. There were a few small red vacuum cleaner things slowly patrolling this T room. They posed no real threat. That is until I realized my body was being scaled down to about one twentieth of normal size. Suddenly I had to run for my life to escape the vacuum cleaners. I believe I was indeed sucked up eventually, which I observed from a third person perspective. I remained unharmed, and I was normal-sized again. I shrank and grew numerous times. Suddenly something much more drastic happened to me. Everything above my chest completely seized up, slanted back, and shrank slightly. It was terribly unpleasant, and there was nothing I could do. It faded away after a long minute. Every few minutes, this would happen to other parts of me at random. At one point, I was bombarded by many simultaneous seizings. While trying to keep myself upright against a wall, I was attempting to tell someone that something was wrong with me, but my speech was made futile by my inability to put words in the right order. Later, I was sitting at my old computer in the living room. I was trying to open pictures of Uma Thurman in a DOS prompt. My dad came by and handed me a 50-dollar bill. Something was wrong with the computer. It was exhibiting an anomaly that was strikingly similar to what was happening to me a short while ago. Various aspects of the computer were slowing to a near halt, and distorting. Occasionally there were some rough sounds. As expected, each seizing would pass in a minute or so. When my monitor started to go, I went under the desk in annoyance to mess with the cables around the power strip. I found the apparent source of the problem. One of the plugs for something was not even remotely all the way into the outlet of the power strip.

I was driving, with the intent of going to the house of someone I knew. I was back in Indiana, traveling westward, outside of the Lakes of the Four Seasons village. Something told me that all the roads I had to take were directly corresponding to a file path directory structure on my old computer. After going quite a ways west, I was suddenly on Hillpine, which is in my current neighborhood, in western New York. Also, I was now riding a bicycle. I briefly navigated around the back of one or two houses, and decided to head home. There was a high density of kids playing outside everywhere. They came in clusters, and I had to keep weaving my bicycle through them. All of them were playing basketball. Not only that, but every last kid had their own basketball.