I’m on an alpine hike along a ridge overlooking a big valley and the sunset. There’s sun spots and people I know in a vague sort of way all around me. We come down from the pass or ridge into a cabin glistening with melting snow. We go inside and my friend’s mom is waiting for us. She immediately backhandedly comments on how it’s too bad that I’ve gained weight and I go. Absolutely. Apeshit. On her. I turn into a tiger and rip her head off. I’m spitting acid, I’m getting under her skin. I’m telling her what it is to be human, to be real. She turns into a statue.
Suddenly I’m in a very, very high end department store. I run in feeling disgusted and tear at the racks, stealing a bunch of ugly bullshit and then throwing it on the ground as soon as I’m outside. A beautiful woman accosts me and puts me in handcuffs, I feel exceptional and proud of my actions and act like a peacock. We fall into a long stairwell lined with rare vinyl and teak wood. It smells great in there, like lemon zest and carpet cleaner.
