Last night I saw Pat. We were in the Olympia that is not Olympia.
Later, a group of us were at a thrift store counter by a park I have seen before. I was waiting for someone to finish talking so that I could ask the clerk where to park--there were signs all around the building warning against parking, and a school with even more limited parking. As I waited, a group of people of various ages, but wearing mostly dirty, scraggly clothing came in and threatened the clerk and everyone in the thrift store. When they turned, a group of us in the store made a run for it. I found myself leading. I led them to the park that looked so familiar. I knew something would have to change fast in the situation because the park was small and surrounded by a brick wall.
When the group of us made it to the park, I noticed the people around me. I saw a couple of small, blonde children, some women older than me, and a few young men. The threatening group found us. I wanted nothing more than to stop and figure out how I knew this park...there were plastic displays that looked like UFOs, and I believe the park was dedicated to UFOs. The leader of the threatening group made us stand in a line with our backs against the wall. A woman from that group told us they were looking for a message. I pulled down my jacket to unveil the tattoo on my arm and said boldly, "This is a message." I could tell they were impressed. I told them it was Latin but I did not reveal the translation. I knew that leading them in this direction--by making them think we were a key to something, and therefore could not harm us--would work.
