Falun 2010 & Free Me

Very tall figure 3rd time.
New me again, extroverted, interactive with everyone.
I don’t belong here, I am a visitor and have no place of my own here, so I will be staying with the first one I see that I know. Friends of friends.

I’m walking down a familiar dream town heading to the main street. I’m in a wonderful and free mood and talk with any passersby. Someone walking to my right inside a gated building going in. He looks like commander Riker, and even though I know it isn’t really him, I call out. He doesnt notice and I keep calling out ‘Hey, commander Riker, is that you?
I am merely having fun, feeling free and very socially inclined. He turns to face me and I’m like nevermind dude.
I keep walking and go into a cafe on the main Falun Högskolan street.

#scene: Cafe: I waltz in walking on air, it’s fully crowded and packed. I walk easily, without apology all the way to the end of the narrow place for no apparent reason, acting as if everyone knows and loves me and I’m here just to show myself, that I am in town.

#scene: Across the street on a pedestrian-only nice and wide bridge, I stop a random passer by.
Freakishly tall thin male, unattractive, puberty and glasses. But his voice is a girl’s.
I ask him What year is it. He says 2010.
I do the math in my head BUT my first conclusion is wrong. R doesn’t live here, because 2009 J was born.
This was a timeline, now I was aware, which I must have travelled back into, ten years in the past, but I don’t exist here, and I don’t belong here, a passer by.

I decide I won’t be then staying in Falun, and I’ll go to Gagnef. I have no car or money, so I will improvise.. Hakuna Matata life.

The Tall (alien) becomes angry and distraught. He grabs me my my clothes and asks me “What am I?!”
I take my time, a moment, and honestly look at him and say “You have a voice of a girl, body of a man.”

The way I felt as I was asked that question was unusual. I felt overly wise with experience and age, motherly, and knew in my heart of hearts that I should be saying the truth, be honest even if it is only my personal take on him, and that I don’t even know this person. In other words, I wasn’t worried of offending or hurting his feelings as I knew whatever answer I give is that answer he’ll get from asking me in the first place. It is not my fault or responsibility and it is absolutely OK.
A cosmic divine sense to myself and who I am. And I respect who I am which shows in the way I behave open heartedly to strangers on streets.

#scene: Orphans Apartment: I walk into an unfamiliar flat in a tall building. Many children and people busy everywhere chilling and relaxing. The first love seat couch is ahead on my right, sleeping curled is the boy Mikkel from DARK. I am happy to see him cared for here, and motherly like lean down to hug and kiss him. His twin comes and lies down beside him I think in a 69 yingyang fashion. I leave them and keep walking ahead seeing kids here and there laying on the many couches sleeping, or being quiet I guess. I then turn right and sit on a single chair beside a young girl to my right. It is sort of a toilet and I try to 2 but I can’t it’s too public. I am embarrassed to make the girl feel uncomfortable in her senses. So I tell her that I can’t and ask if there is a toilet, or something. I don’t. And soon leave the building from another exist to the right of another street.

#scene: Crossing & P: I am standing outside and decide now is time to head home in Gagnef. It wasn’t home though.
I start walking out the to the main and busy road to take a bus. I stand and talk with many others waiting to cross the road. I’m thinking and talking a loud, which bus should I take, which is the right bus stop to go to. A man overhears me and offers me a ride in his car which is parked just right ahead. I continue saying without looking at him Toyota! I had this great idea to borrow a car like I did with the Evoque. I start imaging driving down there myself and thinking how the plan can instantly change and a new manifestation happens. I was quite happy and proud of my independence.
After crossing the highway, he starts to creep me out. I say yes to the ride to Toyota (i guess) as we walk to the shaded parking full of cars, less than a dozen, right ahead. Right as we were getting into his dark green? car, I don’t remember what he said but I said to him no I have changed my mind, and honestly like before, just told him that I feel like he is a creep, as a matter of factly, NOT afraid of his reaction.

Saviour: Suddenly, Just as I sat the word creep and turn around and walk away, another stranger man whose car is parked there jumps from behind the creep and holds him back as if the creep was about to attack/hurt me. I don’t slow down much, and only turn my face back a little to take a glimpse and thank him. I keep going to the unknown without a thought of what to do now. The path is clear and anything is possible. I own the world, the night, the timeline.