The machine seemed strange to me. To use it, I would have to enter the code. I couldn't get back in without the code. The code was a scent. It was a scent I knew I didn't have. Number 10, I believe.
The hatch opened and I went out into the night. I knew I was trying to save someone in the future. I had to retrieve something. I had to figure something out.
I talked to someone in the street.
I went back inside the machine in the room where the hatch was on the ceiling. It closed. An alarm went off.
"Computer, read me file 379." I said. She did. It was about pollen, and how many people it killed. I had to save someone in the future. I thought my dream was trying to tell my waking self something
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 David Mulhern
Date October 19, 1998
Comment: This has to mean something. Maybe someday I'll figure out what... I'm glad this one isn't lost...
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