By the sea

Date: 4/27/2019

I was living in a house with a young man, his wife and his teen daughter. I seemed to be there against my own will, but the situation was not very clear. The house was by the sea. There was a long , steep staircase leading down to the sea. It was cloudy, with fog over the beach, but I went down while the man and his wife watched me. I wanted to rinse myself with the salt water but was afraid to go in. The sea was beautiful, blue green but at the same time there was something ominous about it. Later visitors came into the house, they were selling something illegally, for which they collected 100,000 dollars (what it was is not clear to me). They gave me the money to hide “before the police came” and I put it inside of a purple sawing kit that was on a shelf inside of a walk-in closet. The sawing kit belonged to the girl. The police came and I got out of the house without anybody noticing. My intention was to get somebody to help. I felt a lot of anguish and was walking aimlessly on the streets of Greenwich Village. I did not know anybody, I would have to ask a stranger to help.