philosophy and escape

I'm having a conversation with Fred, Oli, Rosa, and Pete, and maybe a few others, and we are trying to make a decision on something....

It went a bit like this..

"If you look at the evidence then you will know what's going on outside of your imagining, and then you will know the right decision", someone says.

"but how much can we really know outside of our self?" I reply

"But that leads you into a whole philosophical discussion and that will take ages, we just need simple facts" Rosa says, and buries her head in the sofa because she doesn't have the energy or the desire for philosophy at this moment...

"Yes, is not all knowledge based on ones human experience, weather through personal exploration or scientific inquiry?" Fred speculates...

We philosophize about the experience of nature of reality way into the night....

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I'm heading back home. Brother Joe is driving, we are driving along Ecclesalle rd.
We stop off at Barkley Precinct, and Joe gets out to go buy something from Tescos.

I see there is a few cash machines by the wall of some shops there, so I think about getting out some money, but this would mean I would be leaving the car, and I don't have keys so I stay, what is more is that there are some dodgy looking people stood by the machines, and surrounding them covering the wall and the machines is loads of crappy tagging and vandalism; scrawls with pens, bits of chewing gum stuck onto the screens, broken glass... It looks totally horrible.

I wait for ages, then realise that I need to find Joe to tell him to get me something, so I leave the car, trusting it will be ok.

The police are everywhere now, and I get paranoid because I have a bit of weed in my pocket and they have dogs with them.

I start to walk away up eccy rd, and put my hand in my pocket and pull out the packet I thought was weed, but it turns out to be welsh onion bulbs for planting. I also now remember that I was meant to be looking after the car while Joe was shopping.

I start making my way back to the car park, but for some reason I can find my way there. Joe will be wondering where I am, I think to myself.

I have completely lost the car, and I start to panic. My energy levels are low, and I'm starting to get blurry vision, from the hunger in my belly.

I'm stumbling along the street now, exhausted, and totally lost. I can't see where I'm going, and I am really worried. Why do I feel like this?
I try to run, but my legs won't carry me. I decide that I need to trust the spirits to lead me home.

I now can see a bit more clearly, and I walk using all my remaining strength in the direction that the spirits tell me is home.

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