The past is other world

Date: 6/11/2022

I moved into this great big room, a dorm room, with lots of girls. There were strick rules. Bathrooms were in odd places, mine roommates was hidden in a secret corner, under the counter lazy susan. I tried to feel comfortable to be there. But people were a little standoffish and the rules were a bit restrictive. It was odd, like the whole room was to be considered many rooms. There was an unknown thing we shouldn't do. We shouldn't go into the ruins of the other world. ~ I was with an older female family member. We were searching another plane, a parallel universe, for salvage. In fact we lived in an area of this place we'd cleared out beneath our home. And I had a new apartment. And we worked or visited a local amusement park. The salvage operation was the amusement park. People went to the amusement park and donated old world toys and technology to open bins. The park was all pastels and pretty green sunny days and everyone in lace and carrying pretty lace umbrellas. But you weren't supposed to go underneath, to the wrecked part, that which came before. It was full of decay and dust and looked like everything had been left underwater for years, such was the decay. It was all in an old train, an advanced train because even this of the technology was advanced. You had to have passwords to pass between cars. I set up a new apartment on the surface, it was nice. Each time I salvaged something I added to my apartment. Pretty clings to the window, or I cleaned the whole place. It was a long apartment, much like a train car itself. I vowed to keep it clean because it was so pretty and made me so happy when it wasn't part of the ruined parallel world. The parallel world was only ruined 3 years ago. It wasn't that long. There. But it looked like it had been underwater or just old and decaying for 50+ years. We made our way through the ruins, looking at old toys and technology that astounded us. I kept what I wanted, though she admonished me the rules. Leave everything behind. We were to leave stuff to the park. But I wanted this recorder that had a lot of space on it. It was so dusty I worried it wouldn't work after unplugged it and plugged it back in. The dust got in. The dust was piled on and piled on to everything. But all the technology still worked. Toys worked. It was like walking through a different world, hut one that was familiar. The cat game looked like an old pet shop toy I'd had as a kid. I put the tiny cat back on the little turnstile. We almost got caught. We reached the end and the train car happened to be level with the park outside and a woman there saw us. She made us use the password to get back in via the old ruin trains technology, Cassandra was the password. Once we used it and it worked for us she assumed we worked for the amusement park and stopped hounding us. I went home with a recorder in my pocket among a few other small things. I was so excited to try them out. All that space to put information, music. I was so happy.