thursday june 23rd 2005 division one arlington texas map - flyer
saturday july 3rd 2005 fort worth stockyards fort worth texas map - flyer
I am talking to other people-walking up to a steep slope in the mountains. The slope is extreme and is covered in very green grass of varing size. A comment is made about how steep the slope is. Don't know if it was me or someone else making the comment. Something like "look how steep that hill is. If someone started rolling down they would never stop". Others agree. The scene changes. The slope is now bare rock, no grass. The slope is still steep but now has a large drop off. I cannot see over the drop off. I am sitting cross leg on the ground facing the slope.I can see myself and the people behind me. I am dressed in cloth and hat that look Chinese; plain button up shirt, large plain pants and a large grass hat - the kind that comes to a point. Everyone on top of the slope is dressed the same way. Behind me is an older man; to his left is a man on a horse (brown), and to his left, more men. Don’t know how many, maybe two to six. For an unknown reason people are to be pushed down the slope. One person is forced down; sliding down and over the edge. I do not remember any conversation or any kind of noise. I was then forced down the slope by the older man and the man on horseback. I was never touched but forced to move toward the slope by the older man walking toward me and by the horse moving sideways towards me. The old man was smiling. He was also to go down the slope. The feeling was he was forcing me down the slope and was to follow to show some kind of respect to others. As I started sliding I motioned him to follow. He did. When I got to the edge I could see over the edge. There was a ledge below with a small cave behind. In front of the ledge the slope continued down to a gate. I went over the edge, onto the ledge and then backed into the cave. The old man followed me. The old man went to the gate. Put a hand on each side of the gate then pulled out a u-shaped stop from the top of the gate, tilted the left side of the gate up and over to the right out of the way behind the cave wall. He then opened another gate swinging it away from him to the left. He saw something on the ground in front of him. He bent down to pick it up; something like a newspaper. When he rose back up a girl came from behind the wall on the right side. She walked up behind him and with her right hand reached up and cut his throat with a knife. She slipped back behind the wall. The old man started walking back toward me with a small smile. I could see a small red line across his neck. Above and below the cut were small holes. It looked like the cut had once been sewn up with large stitches. When he got about six feet from me, he fell to his left out of site. A man then came over the edge, past the ledge and rolled down the slope. He got up, went to the open gates and bent down to pick something up. The girl came out again and did something to the man. Not sure what but he was dead. The girl is beautiful. She’s wearing traditional Chinese cloth; large colorful shirt and pants. A girl came over the edge past the ledge, rolled down the slope. She got up went to the gate, bent down to pick something up. The other girl came out and hit her with a pipe while she was bent over. She was dead. I now had a hammer with a long metal handle in one hand and a long metal bar in the other. I walked through the gate. I did not stop to pick anything up and did not see the girl. I was now outside in a modern neighborhood. I started running down the roads between houses being careful not to been seen. The hammer handle and bar now has wide bright yellow tape around them. I thought about removing the tape to be less noticeable. I was still wearing the same cloth.[what does it mean?]
