Dead Mice on the Dirty Ground
I was walking with Justin and some other people through a parking structure. Justin put his arm around me and asked if I saw a future for us. I said yes, but that it was difficult for me to just come home once in a while and then leave again. He nodded and continued to listen. I told him that maybe someday there would be a better situation for us. We walked outside onto a balcony that was like a castle rampart. Someone started to explain the rules of a game we were all going to play. It was like a scavenger hunt and some kind of sport mixed together.
I was running down a sidewalk following a bunch of people. It was starting to get dark and I was afraid of tripping on something. We got to the bottom of a hill and got in line in front of a tree. Someone asked me what my team name was going to be (as in a name for my individual self while on the team). I don't remember what I picked anymore, but after someone wrote it down I wanted to change it to "tangerine". One by one someone would walk up to a tree and pick a tangerine off of it and throw it. Someone's tangerine went into the bushes and I went to go get it. I spotted some poison oak, and despite trying to avoid it I got some of it on my hand. Then I accidentally used that same hand to scratch my neck. A girl on my team handed me a different kind of bush I could use to get the poison oak off. I started hitting myself with the bush.
The game we were playing was supposed to provide us with food, and I think we lost so we didn't get to keep any of the tangerines. I found a dead mouse that I would have to eat for dinner. I started to walk home with the mouse, and I didn't want to pick it up with my hands, so I tried just kicking it down the street. Kicking it made some of it's guts start to spill out, and suddenly I felt like I had part of the mouse in my mouth. It felt fleshy and dry and absolutely disgusting and I started gagging. I wondered how I would ever eat the whole thing. I brought it the rest of the way home by scooting it with a stick.

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