Morning of January 27, 1974. Sunday.

I am at my middle school in Arcadia. For some reason, my GI Joe jeep is a lot bigger than in reality, but not quite big enough to really drive around in, it seems; perhaps about the size of a child’s pedal-car toy. However, over time, it moves around seemingly on its own through various areas of the large school halls or as if by remote control (though I do not think I have the remote).

My good friend Johnny C is in the cafeteria. The jeep is there, but there is some sort of electrical problem near the dashboard. An area near the front seat starts to sizzle and melt a bit. At this point, I am not sure if the jeep is mine or belongs to an unknown group doing some sort of test drives or experiments in the school. I watch this from the end of one of the cafeteria tables when it stops in a more open area between tables.