Spitting Gas  I'm crossing a muddy river with a bicycle. The river is coming from melt water. I slip and fall, almost going in a deep part of the river. I get up, and hang onto the mountain bike with one hand. I slip again. The bottom of the river is slippery. I struggle to get to the side of the river, and I do. There is a stairway with metal pegs sticking out. I can use the pegs to climb.  I'm in a room with two men. The room is sealed off. The door is locked. The room is a puzzle or a maze. There are a couple switches on the wall. One of the switches released a harmful liquid that drips down through the stairs. I find a switch that released a gas. There is a lighter switch above or below this one. I find two sticks of dynamite that look like little red paint cans, or flame cans for camping. I find three lighters. I place a stick of dynamite in front of the locked door. I then spit out of my mouth a trail of gasoline leading away from the dynamite. My friend Niles Zelling has a book of matches. People have been approaching, which has made me hurry when doing this. Niles lights a match and tosses it on the gas. The gas ignites the dynamite, which blows the door open. Two men were coming near there. They go into the new room with us. We take all the extra supplies we have found. In the next room I find some wine bottles that have our homemade wine in them. I feel good about getting us inside the room.