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 Some kind of work camp or military compound in the countryside. I join men there who talk about an obscure conspiracy involving torture and huge evil. Many people confiding in me and instructing me, but I don't know who to trust. We gather under a tent to see a play staged by some of the men. The scene unfolds normally; when suddenly an actor douses two others with gasoline from a prop champagne bottle and sets them afire. The victims writhe and frothe and shockingly morph into a hideous large monster or dragon. It is dead. The men were with the evil forces, unmasked only in death. More agitated discussions. Some men accost me, tell me I must smoke some joints (thin and yellow as straw) and kill Mandel. I don't know whether to trust them. I feel exposed and flee the camp...
 The conspiracy in some way involves a fearsome giant, and I realize the giant lies buried on its back in the field I am running by: I see his figure and profile under mounds of earth...
 Dust clouds rise along the horizon, between the town and desert cliffs, and I can see the giant striding through them like a robot, lights on its joints and shoulders, destroying the town around us with a death ray. As the giant approaches the house, the people around me flee in panic. I rush into the basement seeking shelter...
 Interior of an unfamiliar apartment, seen as if it is a stage. People sitting talking and drinking in the very tasteful contemporary living room; behind them drapes curve in front of large plate glass windows. Beyond the windows a city plaza; people walking by, and then the skyline of other buildings, windows, apartments. I contemplate the people and the city and feel a gentle sadness: the people trapped in their time, living according to their fashions, talking about their passing concerns. I am outside the moment, looking into the past or into an imagined culture...
 In a bachelor's studio, many people there all moving around and talking loudly; it may be a meeting of some kind. It's near dusk, some kind of insurrection or battle is going on. Two or three men are on the roof of one of the buildings across the way. Two jets hover in the air nearby. One flies away, and the other approaches the building, turns in midflight, and blasts the men with its exhaust. They are burned alive or leap off the roof. I feel anguish and recognize I must be in favor of the cause those men stand for and opposed to the forces controlling the aircraft. The second jet approaches, and this time there are a few dozen figures on the roof. They all seem to leap from the roof in suicidal fear, but suddenly I realize they are rappelling down on ropes and supporting each other as a team. I watch as they escape, hoping they find safety and do not let anyone fall...