The first and the very last part of the dream are kind of blurry and I don't recall too well. It's only the before-end that I remember rather clearly.

Kilree bought a gift for a female friend, but for whatever reason couldn't give it to her and he couldn't be bothered to return it, so I offer to return it for him.

I take a train, and as I stick my head out the train window, my brother runs along side the tracks.

When we arrive at the station, I get off and I remember Kilree taking me to the store before. It's hard to find, but it's along one of the walls. I find a small crevice that tries to pass itself off as an alley and walk in. The corridor splits into a T-intersection, and when I head left I find "Amanda's naughty lingerie". As I stand outside the door looking in, the attractive female clerk behind counter is looking back at me, and I back up in the corridor until I'm out of her view. Then I open the package that Kilree was going to return and it is indeed a pair of panties. So I go in and the clerk smiles at me (I guess she gets a lot of guys too embarassed to go in) and I tell I want to return this.

"Any particular reason?" she asks as she folds the panties back up after inspecting them.

"It's actually my friend's, and I don't really know why he's returning it" I say, and she nods, accepting this.

As I head out, I bump into two people. The first is a combination of Elias and Mathieu. The second is Ced. As I head back up, the stairs, towards the turnstile where everyone is waiting ("everyone" being symbolically represented by Two and Relyss), I mention since we're all here, we should play.

I thought "play" was referring to DrumMania, but instead we start breakdancing.

Then, for some reason, I realize that if I had taken a turn to the right at the T-intersection, instead of to the left, I would have reached the office of one of my McGill professors, Professor Hendren.

I'm watching this video of a McGill student. It looks like a video e-mail of a student complaining to a TA. He has a bowl of red gelatin in front of him. He says that the the "Tettienna" hasn't been cooked long enough and he pinches a little bit of it, and eats it. If it were prepared properly, he says, he should have gone blind now, if not outright died.

Then the video jumps a bit, as if the camera were turned off and turned on again later on (though I'll later find out that this and the initial video are two completely different things). It's a warm day, with the sun spilling into the room. The McGill student looks to be of Mexican or Iranian descent and wears a grey sweatshirt with a hood, and the McGill logo across the front. He's sitting at one of those long wooden desks you often find in libraries. The bowl of red gelatin rests on the wood and is cold, and there is a fan behind him on a stand which rotates its head and occasionally blows this way, bringing a cool breeze.

The student goes through his routine again, but this time taking two pinches, interrupting his sentence to eat the "Tettienna". Then he takes a bigger glob about the size of his fist and eats it, and then puts his face down to the bowl and slurps up the whole thing. I'm say "Woah..." to myself. Then some other student, whose face isn't visible as he is standing comes over and plunks down another bowl of red gelatin. This one is warmer, room temperature even, and wetter with some sort of liquidish coating on it like a block of lithium. "Now do it for real!" someone in the background shouts. There's some laugher, and the Mexican student stands up and walks off the right side of the screen.

"Something's weird here" I say.

"What?" a voice answers.

"I can feel stuff."

There's no reply, and I figure the person's perplexed, so I get up and demonstrate by touching the bowl on the desk. "It's warm..." and I place my hand near the grill of the fan "and I can feel the breeze." I turn around to face professor Hendren and another student. "And I can see things from other angles. This isn't a video... perhaps a memory?"

"No, it's not a memory," Hendren says.

I'm convinced she's right. This isn't a past set in stone. I'm affecting the outcome of the events. "Am I a ghost?" They remain silent, leaving that as a posibility. Then Hendren cites some sort of experiment, saying that this reminds her of that experiment. I forget the name now. Might have been "the Split-Mind/Sierpensky experiment" or something like that.

I sit down at the computer to look it up on google when the student says I can't actually touch stuff. I pause for a moment before realizing that I can indeed touch stuff and demonstrate this by picking up the keyboard and tapping it against the desk. Then I remember that I can't remember my password and login.

Hendren logs in for me, and I'm staring at a Linux desktop with a single window open. I close the window to get a nice clean desktop when suddenly I remember that once you close the last window, the system logs you out. I tell her I accidentally logged out, so she starts logging in for me again.

As she does so, she mentions that I might not exist.

"But I can manipulate stuff!" I say, picking up a chair and wiggling it in the air. "Chairs don't just lift up off the ground... well, rarely anyway" I mention remembering the second law of thermodynamics. "And what are the chances that the particles in the air bounce around in such a way so as to form speech that you understand in one of your languages?"

She shrugs. "I'm not a physicist."

"Well, ask any physics professor!" I'm thinking of Professor Panangaden, who has a PhD in physics. That's when the student interjects.

"Hey, it's you!"

I walk over to the window, and lean out and look down, and indeed, see myself just walking out of the McGill building.

"You guys can see me?" I ask, and the student nods, but for some reason I get the feeling the other me won't be able to see me. I shout down at myself "Hey, Neb!"

No responce.

"Neb!" the student shouts, and the me down below starts looking around.

"No, shut up, I gotta see if he can hear me," I say to the other student. "Neb, up here!"

He glances up.

Hendren and the student are standing to my left looking down as well. "You see how there's an empty spot to the right?" I say, forgetting to reverse the directions, though his eyes move to glance at me, so I know he got it. "Extends your arm up there."

He does so, and I reach down and clasp his hand in a handshake.

Then I turn around and rush downstairs to meet up with myself when I run into 3 people who are a mismash of people in real life. The first girl is a combination of Yuri after we became friends, Meiko and Emily whom I'll just call Emily. The second girl is Yuri now whom I'll call Yuri. The guy is a combination of the me downstairs, Kilree and my brother whom I'll call Kilree.

I don't remember the conversation, but we talk and Kilree and Yuri don't seem very happy to see me. They're holding hands, so I guess they're going out. We're heading somewhere, and Emily grabs my hand and runs off, pulling me with her, leading me away from the couple. As she runs, one of her shoes come off, and we both stop, me further behind than her (as she was dragging me forward) and I pick up the shoe and bring it to her. Yuri and Kilree catch up and I want to goof off with them, but they seem so serious and uninterested in hanging out with me.