It was late at night, probably 4-5 o'clock in the morning. I hadn't been asleep all night. I was driving a car which I had taken without permission.  I was about 50 kilometers from Portsmouth. I thought I might drive back there and spend the night at the 29th Street House. But I really didn't want to do that because I thought my mother and my sister might show up there tomorrow and I really didn't want to see them.

I was out in the country, heading up the side of a mountain. The road became so steep, I had to stick my foot out the door and help push the car along. As I continued pushing, I realized I was no longer in a car, but on a motorcycle.

When I reached the top of the mountain, I pulled off the road in a rocky area and stopped right on the edge of a cliff. I was surprised by how beautiful the vista of mountains was from up here. 

Suddenly I saw someone riding a dirt bike come tearing up the mountain the same way I had come. The dirt bike passed me, then pulled over in front of me and stopped. A brown-haired girl (probably 17-18 years old) was on the motorcycle. Once she was stopped, she pulled out a long nail and began pounding on a pedal (similar to a bicycle pedal) of the motorcycle. I got off my motorcycle and walked over to her. She immediately began talking about someone being crazy and she used the word "omotomy." I said, "You must be talking about a lobotomy."

She said she was indeed talking about a "lobotomy." She said a lobotomy had been performed on her. I thought to myself, "Great." When I had first walked up to her, I had thought she would probably be afraid of me. But not I realized I should probably be afraid of her. 

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