It began with a conversation with my childhood friend Joselyn Baumstumpf. Apparently her brother, Barney, had gone missing, for about a month or so.  She and I spoke about it, discussing the possibility of the worst possible outcomes, like he had perhaps been killed and his body dumped somewhere.  At this time I was in the north Idaho area, and in my mind Barney had spent some time up there about a month prior, so I considered a remote possibility that he had not actually gone anywhere, that maybe he was in hiding or had potentially gotten into grave trouble and never left, like he got lost on a deep woods hike, etc.  Joselyn expressed a fear that he had gotten mixed up with a bad crowd, perhaps, made a bad decision about who to get involved with.  In her mind, he had apparently gone over to Europe, to the Switzerland/Austria region.  Then I started to express a rationale about the chances of some fatal outcome as a result of a bad judgement in group affiliation in the north Idaho area being slim.  I explained to her about how it was common knowledge that this area was very pro-2nd Amendment, that many people owned at least one or several guns, but very few owned extremely high quantities of them.  So, therefore, if he happened to get mixed up with the kind of people who owned huge amounts of guns, that would likely point to some kind of criminality, and those guys would be fewer in number, and therefore more easily traced, since it was anomalous.  At the same time that would reduce the chance of him just disappearing without any trace whatsoever, swallowed up into the unknown, as typical law-abiding citizens wouldn’t possess a motive to do harm or conceal wrong-doing. 

As I was describing the area and the people in north Idaho I saw a visual display of a parking lot that was like a typical downtown daytime scene, but then it became overlaid with a visually edited treatment whereby it became evening, some of the cars disappeared, and some cars which appeared to have been of various colors suddenly all turned to black. So the lot became more sparse and more monochrome.  So as it was still an unknown and she was a bit out of sorts, I tried to console her.  She stood next to me and was holding some sheets of paper, perhaps some flyers she was planning to post.  The weird thing was that she was abnormally large, and was wearing a pink/reddish dress that had  no real defining cut/shape to it; it was just like a fabric burrito, and she was filling it up.  I encouraged her to just come over to me so I could give her a hug. I was sitting on the edge of a bed. She came over and I gave her a hug and then laid down so we were both horizontal side-by-side. She was quiet; I expected her to cry more vocally/audibly, but she just whimpered lightly and trembled slightly  for a brief moment.

So then I suddenly jumped into my Subaru with a somewhat half-baked plan to go explore the woods, maybe go do an independent search-and-rescue operation in areas I had some prior experience with.  I went down a snowy slope, going through some very slippery switch-back trails, in a way that I nearly lost control of the car and had a collision with some bystander.  I figured better to proceed on foot from there.  Suddenly I was walking with a Bernese puppy.  I came across another guy who was also walking his dog.  The dogs seemed to get along well, and the two of us chatted briefly about the dogs, as most dog owners do.  This guy’s dog’s name was Compton, who looked like a mature Rottweiler. The owner made a comment about my dog having a large head.  My dog’s name was Bobo.  There was some interesting contrast there, as the dogs seemed to get along well, although this guy was apparently trying to project a more ‘hardcore’ / gangster / aggressive image on his dog, whereas mine dog’s persona was just a big lovable friendly dufus.  So then I headed back up the hill, feeling like this independent search was a bit overambitious given the scale of the terrain, etc.  When I got back up to where I had been before, it sort of flattened out and I saw it from a perspective that I hadn’t observed before when I was looking down the mountain from behind the Subaru’s steering wheel.  Now I could see some various buildings and some space between them, including one large building that looked like an airplane hangar.  Then I saw Joe Rogan shaking the cabin/body/cargo area of a commercial jet.  It was just a sudden jolt like you might expect to see if a bump of turbulence happened in flight; it was quite a shake, but that was the extent of it.  Then I was suddenly in a parking lot and focused on exiting, getting prepared to leave, getting underway toward my next destination.

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