For some reason peter was iming karle about stuff. She entioned that she was doing things like twitter and all that, and had done a few jecaches. one of thm had her going out on a super long hike, it sounded. I the n ended up in a field where the army was fighting, looking for a cache. It was a tiny little one in a red chest like hte oen I have to put in a chache. I wa s hoping not to get shot and killed while I had it in my posession, so that it didn’t get lost.
I was in some apartment compelex and the landlord was showing the place around. Somehow I got woind that the person they were showing was a serial killre, and I wa s being really cautious around te lace. I even gave dirty oloks to some new kid that was living tere, who was onyl like 8 years old. The older person I ened up suspecting to be the killer came into my room and started telling stories about when he worked at a school teaching bullfighing, until some woma n came in and complained about the noise at 2 in the morning. I went to the bathroom and go t so annoyed because everything I did ended up either having me tuch the toilet or getting pee on me. I ended up washing my entire arms and a good portion of my legs and pajamas.