I was waiting in a courthouse to give some testimony at a hearing. I had arrived at 8 a.m. and waited all day while other people gave their testimony. Finally, about 10:30 that night, I was still here and I began calculating how much money I was being paid for being here. I was unsure whether I was being paid a flat rate of $75 for the whole day or $20 an hour. I realized if I was only being paid a flat rate for the whole day, then I was losing a lot of time. I was very tired.

The court reporter looked just like the actress Cher. She had been typing all day long, and suddenly she fainted. Someone picked her up in his arms and carried her out. The judge was going to continue with the hearing anyway, but I stood and said, "I am leaving. I am not going to stay any longer. You can continue without me."

I walked out of the room. I was barefoot and walked into a neighboring room, where I thought I had left my shoes. I saw my brown suede shoes and my black shoes sitting in the room. I thought I would put on the brown shoes, since they were easier to slip on, and just carry out the black ones.

Meanwhile a woman I knew walked into the room with two men (each around 40 years old). The woman reminded me both of Karen Hicks (a Waco acquaintance) and of someone I had known in high school. I didn't know whether she was going to speak to me, but then she asked me if I wanted anything and pulled a piece of coconut out of a small refrigerator in the room. I said, "Sure."

The woman was rather heavy set, but she had large breasts and I thought she was attractive. She handed me the piece of coconut and for a moment I thought she was just testing it on me, but I stuck it in my mouth anyway. When I did so I realized it was a bit moldy. She asked me if it was OK. I replied, "Yea, except it has mold."

I turned the coconut over in my hand to the brown part on its back and saw some mold there. Then I turned it back over to the white part and saw some blue mold there. I pointed out the blue part to the woman and said, "That's mold."

I asked her if she wanted some anyway and she said no. I said, "I don't either."

I walked over to a trash can and began spitting out what I had in my mouth. I thought about saying something like, "Well, you know it might be some kind of psychedelic we can get high off from."

I would only be kidding if I said that since I knew it wasn't a psychedelic; but since I didn't think it would be a good thing to say, I didn't.