Walking on broken glass; an angry young one

I was in a room, giving a young woman some help with her computer, which was dreadfully old, older than mine, with Windows 3.11 on it. Most of her troubles came from having five thousand programs at once.

She packed up and was going to move to a new location, so I hung about while she did. She then went to the loo, and I waited outside the room (it looked like UQ Union) I read some of the messages in thongs. One was about farmers, and how to be a proud farmer, only it had "man" on it and I got affronted. When she came out I was going to show it to her, only I couldn't find it any longer.

While I'd been waiting someone had been looking for her, but they went away. We went walking up the road to go to the new place. Unfortunately, the road she had to cross was a very busy one, and filled with cut glass. She didn't want to chance it, but I decided to give it a go. I asked her for some shoes (she looked like Erin, poet of #amidala) and instead she gave me two pens to put on my feet. I thought nothing of this, only wondered how I'd get my large feet into two small tubes.

Somehow I got my feet clad in these pens and stood at the top of a wall looking down at a sandy slope with rugged brush down the bottom, and a lot of glass. I skimmed down quickly, then looked all over for the perfect moment to dash across the road. The time wasn't too long in coming, but when I got to the other side a truck came dashing around the corner and swept a lot of broken glass onto me.

At least I was on the other side. I then did my regular dream thing: floating along the ground instead of walking because I'm making swimming motions with my arms. I could see the people on the other side wanting to cross, and hoped that they'd not see me doing it. I headed into town, with no bag on me. I floated my way up to a snazzy building and stood in the doorway before heading back. On the way back I made my way into Lowes to find shoes (this was why I was floating about instead of walking) but one of the sales people was rude with me, basically saying that my business wasn't wanted. I was so out of there. They wouldn't get my patronage again.

I floated up to the street where I'd crossed, but not the exact spot to the college. That was why so many students wanted to cross, and yet it was dangerous. At the street I met up with some adventurous street-crossers. Then I morphed into a young black man, and spoke with some of them about taking over the street and getting some permission to build an overhead crossing for people to get across. The person the young man was talking to was flabbergasted, not expecting such action to take place. The woman nodded in agreement, and things were put into order. The first thing was to beat up two people who came along.

Back into my own body, I saw two men get beaten up, then watch the others throw two large stones into the middle of the traffic. Instant car crashes. I whipped out someone's mobile and dialled 911 (what the? Why not 000 like all good Australians?) then began speaking. Six cars in a pileup. Plenty of wounded. One dead. As I walked down the street some, I saw a few more cars. Scratch that. Nine cars, three dead.

One of the people from the cars, a young man, came up to me. He showed me a folder belonging to a young girl in which there was an invitation from me to someone (Laura? Some L-name with a weird spelling). I wondered how the young girl got it, and asked if he knew the L-person. He did. He sparkled at me and asked with a cheeky grin how I did. I mentioned knowing her back at the school and giving her a hand, then that I hadn't seen her in ages and would love to. He espoused surprise. All of her ex-girlfriends hated her guts. Surprise from me; I hadn't known she was a lesbian. I said that I had no way been her girlfriend, and saw that he took this to mean me straight. I didn't disabuse him.

He told me about the young girl he'd gotten the folder off of, and that she was still alive. But her aunt and uncle weren't, and they'd been in the car pile-up. I didn't know what to think, then he went on to explain how the uncle had been about to take her back to their apartment and put lighter fluid on her and set her alight. I thought fiercely that it was okay that three people had died in that crash to save that young girl.

We were on the top of a building on that street. The top of the building had a garden, and me and the guy were gradually getting undressed while entwined around one another. I was watching it all from outside my body and well up.