I was with two friends, one female and one male, and I can't for the life of me remember who they were, or if they were anyone specific. We were inside a fairly average-looking, two-story residential house. It looked dimly like a house I lived in some years ago, but not exactly. I was aware that some evil person or presence was in the house, and we were all three trying to escape unnoticed.

The evil person became aware of us though, and we were on the run, trapped in the upstairs portion of the home. There was nothing for it but to exit through a window. One by one we leapt out, and I was the last of the three. I remember the venetian blinds kept getting in the way.

Somehow we all three ended up safely in the front yard of the building, and the leap from the second story window had left none of us worse for wear. I was dimly aware that this whole scenario seemed unreal, and for some reason I began to think it was like a video game. I just remember feeling remarkably like this was some hyper-real video game I must be in.

The three of us hid behind a car in the driveway, hoping whatever evil person was pursuing us wouldn't see us there. I noticed a tin trash can, full to the rim with garbage, sitting near us. I remember having the thought, "If this really is some kind of video game, I should be able to just pick up that whole trash can and throw it at the bad guy to do some damage..."

Interesting finds today. One meter box was being used as a stash/trash can. I had to remove all the trash to get to the meter, and found a small bag of weed under the beer cans. Not much, about enough to fill the bowl of a regular tobacco pipe maybe four or five times. I left it lying in the street with all the other garbage.

In another trash can, there was a single pipe round. Interesting. No way it could get in there by accident. I wiped it off to make sure my prints weren't on it and left it there. Why yes, of course I picked it up. I had to see what brand it was. Winchester semi-jacketed hollow point, by the way.

Last Friday another meter reader found a big stash of used hypodermic syringes in a trash can.