I was at the home of a VIP when it suddenly hit me that she had Alzheimer’s disease — in her early 40s. It explained everything and was like an epiphany.

There was a wooden stand with four or five levels and things on each level, including a television. The whole thing was shrink wrapped in plastic, and it was important for me to take the plastic off. I did, but everything started to fall down, and I couldn’t juggle it all.

I was trying to get somewhere along highways but had no vehicle, and it was dark and raining. I tried to find out where to catch a bus (in this, a place where buses seemed unlikely) and found out mysteriously (how could I find out, stranded in the middle of nowhere?) that the bus stopped in front of a bar with “Moose” in the name. The bar I had just stepped out of, which was more like a house.

I was flying with someone in a plane when it became apparent that the nose wouldn’t lift and it would have to land somewhere, so it landed in a parking lot that it just happened to be over.

It all was steeped in a strange, eerie, murky, otherworldly atmosphere. Rambling, unrelated, and unreal.