February 21, 2005:
A hobby store, selling model airplanes and wargames. Your friend is fascinated by the 10-sided dice, with sides of uneven dimension. "Here!" Throws them to you. Jaded, you line them in neat rows atop the counter where they belong. But at the exit the store owner accosts you accusingly. You've taken his dice. Absurd, you think, I don't even like them. I'll volunteer to allow you to search me. He does, unbuttoning your gold tweed vest to seek any pockets underneath. Not guilty. Still an assistant, smirking, removes the flash card from your digital camera, walking away with it down the street. You stand, waiting. It's some time before you realize you've been robbed. To the sound of malicious laughter you awaken, angry.