I had a question about where we were going to be living because I didn't have a job right at the moment, and I only had about $400. I couldn't really think of any jobs I might like. I considered the possibility of translating from perhaps German into English, and I remembered there was a place in Columbus which hired such translators. The only thing I would like to do was write, but I just didn't think I could make any money doing that at the moment.

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I was walking around the streets of Columbus in the area of the campus of The Ohio State University. Another indistinct fellow was with me; he took me to a house where he apparently had rented a room. Although I didn't say anything to the fellow, I recognized this house as one in which I had once lived many years ago. It was very run down and the rent was cheap. I probably had paid about $50 a month when I had lived there, and I imagined he was probably paying the same.

Once inside, we encountered several other fellows with whom we began talking. The subject arose of where I was going to move. I thought about the possibility of moving to my Cabin, but finally I said I was unsure where I was going to move, but that I was thinking about moving to Mexico. Coppock (a former law school classmate) was among the fellows there; he said if I would move to Mexico I would end up dealing cocaine. I hadn't thought before about doing that, but now I said that was indeed a possibility. In fact when I thought about it, I could see with my knowledge of Spanish, dealing in cocaine could be a lucrative possibility. Coppock obviously thought it would be terrible to do that, but I had the feeling if he were living in Mexico, even he would be tempted to do so.

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I was riding along a street in what I identified as Puerto Rico, when the traffic came to a halt due to an auto accident. I got out to investigate, and then got back on a bus which continued through the streets. It seemed strange to me that I was in Puerto Rico. I was unsure of the name of the city I was in, but I knew it was the largest city in Puerto Rico, and I thought it likewise might be named Puerto Rico. I watched the buildings pass by and seemed to see some ocean in the background. I liked being there, but I was uncertain what I was going to be doing. It seemed as if I had very little money and I seemed to have no plan for the future.

I finally asked the bus driver (a thin dark man probably in his 50s) if the bus would be returning to the same place where I had boarded. When he said it wouldn't, I asked him if another bus would be going back there. As we pulled up to what was apparently one of the last bus stops for this bus, a woman told me the number of two buses which I could take back. It seemed as if she said numbers twenty-four and seventy, and I repeated the numbers she told me over and over.

I stepped off the bus and found myself in a quaint area of old buildings. It seemed safe there and I looked around. I walked into what appeared to be a courtyard, and realized the building looked like a church. It seemed to me I had been dreaming a lot about churches lately, and now I found myself near one again. What did that mean? It looked as if some children might be inside; this might also be a school. In no hurry to leave, I just strolled around.