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I was with my dad in some general urban location. We were sitting in a restaurant next to a driveway that had a game in it. It was a large game that required putting some disks in and pulling a lever and spinning things, the kind of game you might see at a county fair. He didn’t know how to play and was curious about it so I went out there with him to show him. He got into the seat and did whatever it was that you were supposed to do except that he projected one of the playing pieces out into the main road which proceeded to go rolling down the street. I was really worried about it getting hit by a car and went running after it. It kept rolling down to the big intersection to the right of where the game was and no matter how fast I ran, I couldn’t catch up to it. It managed to make it all the way thru the intersection without getting hit and rolled onto the adjacent corner from where it started out, and turned into Arin at about the age of 10 or 12. I started pleading with him to come back but he just turned and disappeared with someone. I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to keep up with him and turned to go get my truck. When I got to it, Sam was there and jumped in with me. I started pulling out of the driveway but got blocked by a big rig and was forced to turn right and go up the street thru the intersection and make a u-turn up ahead instead of making an immediate left at the light. This was a detour I hadn’t counted on. After I made the u-turn, we ended up driving thru this very interesting city of tall buildings that made from concrete. Some were businesses and some were residential. The city planners had either made the mistake or nature was just reclaiming what was hers, but there were amazingly large banyan trees growing up into every crevice in and between the buildings. It was spectacular to see the ripples and twists that these enormous trees were making, reaching up and around 20 story buildings. We finally parked the truck and started walking thru a restaurant where Arin might be. It seemed to go on for a long time and we made it into the back where there was a sort of hotel room attached. I needed to use the bathroom and when I went in, everything was miniaturized for a kid. When I came out, Arin was there with Sam on the bed. I walked up and noticed a friend of Arin’s and introduced myself. His name was Chris. Then another of Arin’s friends came up who I recognized and we said hello. I asked Arin why he was running from me. He told me that I once told him that he was like his aunt and uncle, that his uncle was a hard worker and his aunt would cry about things. The weird thing was that he was talking about Mel’s brother Mark and his wife, Dena.

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