Infant Series  The penalty for "Sugi", which is something that I am familiar with though the spelling or pronunciation of the word may be different from the word I know, is being raised from 60 to 80. This is for forced sexual acts, phallic acts. I'm in a scene where there is a big pile of lumber, including 1.5 inch by 4-inch boards, with cards in the pile or in the boards. Something is being built. I pull out some lumber halfway from the stack. The ends of these boards will serve to hold other boards while they're being cut. A man asks how to cut the boards. I understand how. There is a sexual scene that may be a rape. There is a lot of sex in this scene and it may be a crime. The police are there and they this man questions. The man says he is innocent, and wants to convince others of his innocence. This scene may be associated with Wonkers Hall at Brimson.  I'm working in the recycling room at Brimson. There is a man working in the room. I write a note with a blue highlighter that says I'll be here to work two shifts, and I write the days down. I tell the man working I'll be back within the hour, and I leave, leaving the note, and take a gray recycling barrel. My coworkers Trevor Adams and another supervisor are there working. I walk towards Tea Hall on the sidewalk. There is a man working for the recycling organization picking up recyclables down by the 77 Brimson House. There are full recycling bins outside the dorms that are ready to be picked up. I walk up the steps to Tea Hall. My classmate Annette Trantor is on the steps with her boyfriend. I say something like, "It's the birthday girl." I'm flirting with her. She greets me unenthusiastically. This couple is dressed up in Halloween costumes that are supposed to be scary. I walk inside the dorm and turn left to the stairs. There is an infant, a toddler, a baby, and other small children to age four or five. They may be watching television. I scare them inadvertently as I walk by with my barrel. I walk up many old stairs, like I'm in Wonkers Hall, dragging my barrel. I get to the second or third floor and there is a lot of recycling in the stairwell area. There is a garbage can full of glass and a cardboard box of glass. I'm going to try to fit it all in my barrel. There is a small cat there. It is dark in color, thin, and furry. It is very soft and tender. It is roaming around, jumping up at times like it is trying to get out of something. I'm scared of being bitten or scratched by the cat. I want to befriend it because it is cute. I pick it up and put it down after a short time, repeatedly. Two custodial women walk by. They ask something or I say something, and we start talking about my roommate Stephen Ramos. I say he works for the recycling organization. They remember who he is and say, no, that he works for the custodial department. I say okay. I tell them he's my roommate and sometimes I get mixed up because we see each other when we work. I'm covering something up, as if I lied and had to recover.