March 21
*I’m in a hoted with O, we are here with another woman and her daughter… sharing a room. We are here for some kind of event, waiting for the start time. I haven’t slept well here, and I’m just waiting for the time when we can get going. I keep watching the clock, time is going by slowly… way too slowly… we are supposed to leave at 9:30, then I see the clock and it says 11:20 – there is another clock in the room that still says 8:30. I don’t know which clock to believe, the other mom and I are confused at how the time could jump so quickly. I run out of the room, I’m hoping we didn’t miss the event… I’m trying to find someone else who can tell me the real time and when we are supposed to be at the event. I open the door to another hotel room, there are people inside getting ready for a group suicide, their faces are blank looking. Other rooms, other people all seem to be blank, unaware of their surroundings, unable to respond to my questions. I try to get back to my room, I’m taking too many stairs, too many ramps, too many corners to turn… I didn’t go that far it shouldn’t take this long to return. I finally make it inside the room, it’s past noon and I see out the window… the girls from the group are all posing on a balcony with a large banner, celebrating the end of their performance. O is not with them, we somehow missed the cut-off time for being ready and now she can’t participate. I keep looking at the clock telling myself the time can’t possibly be right, I just saw 8:30 a few minutes ago. I realize I’m dreaming, and I tell myself “you need to see the real time… you need to wake up now.” Slowly, groggy, I open my eyes and see the clock reads 8:35.
