I'm not sure that I was in my own body in this one. I was in a huge fight with some guy that I assume to be some sworn enemy of mine. I think we were supposed to fight to the death, but I really didn't want to kill the guy, so I just kept beating him senseless. Then he'd come to & I'd beat him up again. Don't ask me where this came from. I was looking for clean clothes to chage into and getting ready to leave when a third party showed up out of the blue and shot my adversary to death, dropped the gun, and left. Suddenly the butler was telling me that my clothes were gone. I ran down the steps and out the door. The next thing I knew, I was hitching my way west and warming my hands at trash barrels hobo-style.