I was leaning in a doorway of a bar or nightclub. This man came up and started talking with me. He was wearing army green clothing. I was aksing him questions and he kept responding like he couldn’t hear me. I came to realize that there was something wrong with him. I asked him where he was from. He responded, “Prospect.” Then he pulled out something that looked like a transparent pearl. He said it was oxygen and gave it too me. Then he left.
 
 
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