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I was furiously setting up my gear to play an ArmCannon show at some medium sized dark concert hall. I had several small keyboards no more than a foot long whose connections and settings were mystifying me. I unplugged a wire and discovered that if I touch the connector of the wire with my fingertip, it generates a fraction of a second of synth sounds over the PA. Brian's brother Eric was in the audience and approached me with an attitude that led me to deduce that he was both upset and in love with me, or likely both for mutually caused reasons. Knowing him to be somewhat of a short wick, I felt that i was in danger of being stabbed by a knife I was sure he was wielding.

Some kind of distinctively golden-yellow cat-like animal had escaped from, I assumed, the zoo, and was running scared around the back yards of the apartments on my street. I was with several people and we were all frantically trying to corner the cat in the fencing, but it kept leaping away. This cat was between the sizes of a bobcat and a panther. At one point I either caught this cat, or had in my arms another smaller cat, and I was desperate for someone else to take it from me. Brooke happened to be there, and she very hesitantly let me deposit the cat onto her arms awkwardly, only because I was yelling at the top of my lungs. I immediately thereafter concluded that she must have had a severe allergy or phobia with cats, because she just held her arms straight forward while the cat rested on top.

I called Karen's cellphone, and a male voice answered. I immediately knew that she had been kidnapped, and I was able to recognize the young punk voice as that of Brian's brother Eric, or at least an accomplice of his. Instead of pleading with or obeying their demands, I just immediately trekked across the landscape in my car. It all very loosely reminded me of a realistically fleshed out version of the overworld map of "The Legend of Zelda" for NES. I passed through a small town, and it was literally small, scaled down to about 65% normal size. As I hurried down a cobblestone road, passing colorful shops and houses, still questing to find and save Karen, the traffic lights were too low and kept hitting my head, which was outside of my car, which also seemed scaled down to 65%. After the town, I was traversing a dusty tan mountain trail with flattened roadways carved into the rock designated for 65%-sized cars. This was reminiscent of Zelda's "Death Mountain," particularly from the later 3D Zelda games. Upon fiddling with a device that may have been my cellphone, I started hearing a Michael Jackson song that was either "Smooth Criminal," or "Billie Jean," or "Man in the Mirror." It inspired me to not give up hope in finding Karen, and I drove faster, re-energized.