Hi

well im in this beautiful valley covered in bright green grass, day time, at the bottom of the valley of course, where common folk belong. This valley is actually a zone, a park zone, full of children with law enforcement watching your every step from the sky. Im wandering with some friends looking for a place... also i am introducing my cat this new zone so that she may become familiar with it. because my cat is actually my computer who makes maps for me. maps of hightened seneses that my human qualities are to weak to percieve. her map making ability includes the ability to make maps of emotion rather than objectifying things like humans. There are few scattered oak trees lining the inside of this valley and of the dozen or more that prolly exist, all of them are outright enormous, contorted and bulging. full of leaves no less, it must be spring. this valley's walls must stretch a few hundred feet up but at a 60 degree angle per say. on the left side there is a giant wavey slide of sheet metal tthat is about 10 feet wide, its on the valley wall btw so you know how steep it is. it is lined with trees too, i assume to keep the metal from getting to hot. children do not dare venture to the very top of it, for they would gain far to much speeed and get hurt upon the slide ending. instead they play at the bottom of the slide and only go as high as other children dare them too. some of the children would ride down a small portion of the slide on their bike and ramp off the edge. one such kid, was clearing other children lieing on the ground beneath the slide. I was terribly frightened by this because i thought it was extremely dangerous. i think my mom was trying to posses me a bit. why should i care for children that i don't even know. human instinct is why. so after that initial shock i keep following the brown gravel path that bisects the valley. not too far past the giant slide a beautiful tree house that sits on cancerous bulge of a thousand year old oak tree. The tree house is a one room house, a typical house one would draw as a child. a door, 2 windows on each of the 4 sides and a pitched roof. it was made of wood, and had fading white paint on it. the amazing thing was that it had beautiful stained glass windows and none of them were broken. this was a surprise for me because for sure i would think some idiot of a child would throw a rock at them, because this was a playground...or was it...i dunno. so we continue past this and the path starts to incline. we aren't going up the sides, but a new side. so this valley is a valley with 3 side...i can't think of the word. anyway we near the top of the valley and a road is at the top and a delapidated wooden house is across this street. this house is a corner lot. so there is another road to our left. i turn around to look for my cat, i notice how far away we are from the playground. meh. i face the road again and turn to my right and find a path. this path is for golf carts and a dried creek bed lies parallel with it, this goes off around a corner, a corner where you obviously have to zone if you go through. so we talked for a minute and judged whether or not its safe to venture on. we eventually decide we'll go when my cat is done. the end.