I am with my cousin, Jill. I think I pick her up after I clean out the garage. There is a specific place in the garage that is “haunted.” I have a stick of sorts that is short. Looks like one of Paul’s small drift wood sticks. This garage is also Shady Oaks (childhood home’s). It is very cleaned out and has more cement and is lighter-like it is a garage from a new home. I play with getting the stick to open the garage door. (Jill and I are inside the garage with the garage door down). I move it up and down and back and forth. It doesn’t work. (thought I think I am pointing it at the door that goes into the house instead of the garage door) Jill is anxious. she says, “Let’s go”. I drop the stick and it moves on its own. I get it and move it so the door opens.
Next scene. We are far away (1/4 mile?) There are lots of pine trees. I think it is getting dark out. I move the sick and say “open”. I keep moving it in a directions. I think that it is not working because it isn’t pointed exactly at the garage door (too far away and the trees hide it to make sure it is pointed exactly in the right direction). I then say, “It doesn’t work this far away.
Feeling: happy and afraid.