I was in some country in the Middle East. I alternated between being me and being a middle-eastern boy. The Oscars were being given out just below the stairwell I was on. To make a bit of cash, I sold bootleg Oscar merchandise. Mainly masks of the big stars. People kept trying to steal them.
One guy said he was “really miffed that I brought death to the country”. Presumably this was when I was me and not the native child. I don’t know what I did but I knew he had a right to be annoyed.
At some point I was chasing a black Marine. I chased him down a street. Then he chased me into a shop. I tried to hide my masks in there. I don’t know why.
I was in a school too. Me and some others had to take books into the library. Each librarian had their own section, which were in alphabetical order by the librarian’s surnames. I had to go down to B, which was down about 40 flights of stairs.