Spinach fettucini and peas and cheese sauce. It was yummy. I ate some. I tried to eat more without the creepy guy noticing. Was I playing along in order to get food? There was a strainer under the sink where the pots and pans were. I was hiding the strainer of fettucini (yet to be mixed with the sauce) to keep the creepy guy from noticing. He was well-built, not ugly, not too handsome. He tried to dance with me. I enjoyed it, sort of. A third person came over. He went to offer the food to this new person. I tried to distract attention away from my secret caches of food.

At some point I realized that the creepy guy was a criminal. Were there bodies associated with his crimes? We were on the third floor. I left. Did I sneak out? Did he go on an errand, leaving me an opportunity to escape? It occurred to me that I didn't have to play along, that I could go to the authorities. I could tell them he's responsible for the bodies. Am I not supposed to be in this building? Is it a law office? It was one of those fancy expensive office-type high rise concrete and marble structures.

I ran away. The setting changed. The man was following me. There was a family. A toy train. There was a boy who was 'always causing trouble'. The man pins the blame on the boy, they switch characters, and ther is a disguise. The boy seemed a likely candidate for crime, he was so gawky and troublesome.

I went to report the crime. But no! There's the creepy guy! That's him! He did it! Not the boy! The truck that brought me there drove away despite my protestations. Don't leave without me! Don't leave me here with the creepy guy!

The creepy guy and the boy began to look the same. I ran away from the creepy guy. I was runnying over hills and through trees. It became like an escape dream.

I went to tell the authority (the man in the truck). He took me straight to the courtroom. There was the creepy guy, dressed as a boy. No! That's the guy who did it! Don't leave me with him! I was kicking and screaming. The authority figure drove away in his truck.

Did the above segment happen after I ran away? And then I ran away again? This time it was more difficult to keep him off my tail. I think I'm making incredible speed, and he's still right behind me.
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