Morning of February 9, 1975. Sunday.
I travel with a friend, Kenneth H, to find the mystery girl I am supposed to marry in Australia. I keep going as far as I can to the southwest, thinking it is a short walk from my home, sometimes going southeast, such as towards where the train tracks and farms beyond are in real life (although some of this seems like "resets"). Along the way, his foot gets stuck under a train track rail, but I save him by pulling on his arms to help him get free prior to the train arriving.
Time passes; we reach a door. I open the door in a hallway - as it now seems as if we are still in my Cubitis home, the fictional door being on the west wall (but seemingly in a different area of the hallway closet door, more the south) and only see the ocean beyond, starting directly from the doorway. "It didn't work," I admit to him sadly as my dream fades.
This was before I knew the "mystery girl" existed and this was also the day (in 1994) when I arrived in Australia and we married in real life.