More dreams: S Club Seven. One of the girls said that over the last two years one of the boys had become horrible. It was like an expose. Then something about the different crimes they had committed, or how they would do crimes. Then: Someone I didn't recognize showed me a piece of paper with quotes (I assume from his Web site) from a former co-worker who used to work with us and then left suddenly last year. The experience was "alone, unsupported, isolated." I became angry and went to his office; it is small and has no windows. There was a strange looking webcam device on his desk. I played with it. "Did you know he took his person year with him?" I yelled at the strange fellow with me, I began to toss stuff around the office. I got more and more destructive in the office. The fellow wasn’t there. It didn't matter, it wouldn’t matter if he was there.

I go down stairs. I know I’m at work, but it doesn’t look like it: the spaces were more open, large staircases connecting the floors. There was a large group of people sitting at school desks in a foyer. They were watching someone in a room who was teaching them, but hiding inside a bit of furniture, peeking out. They were all looking forward. I tryed to talk to someone but they just looked at me like there is something wrong with me.