I was in a college building…maybe a residence hall, maybe not. There was a concert going on in the main lobby area. I was moshing and happened to have shoved GG Allin. I suddenly became terribly frightened because GG himself was chasing after me. I hurried down the emergency exit stairs, but GG was following me. I then turned a corner after exiting the parking garage. I was about ten or fifteen paces ahead of GG and I hoped he would take a right instead of a left. I didn’t look behind me; I climbed a grassy mountain and then ran down it on the other side. I ended up in a neighborhood near Chute Falls, New Hampshire. The neighborhood was sort of rural, but nice. I walked past the waterfalls into a tavern. There were a bunch of old men with beards. There were many posters hanging on walls that advertised local folk acts. I was disappointed because I thought this place would have bands that I recognized. I asked where I was and they told me. I left that place and hurried into a random house, asking the people if I could stay over because somebody is chasing after me. I called home and asked to be picked up the next  morning. That was a crazy night.