Four people and I were in a house. I was trying to sleep, but only tossed. I wanted to pee.

I got out of bed and wandered around the house in search of the bathroom. The house interior was like an old beachhouse that had seen many seasons and sandy feet. The walls had once been varnished and shiny and were now dull and weathered. Some of the wooden siding had begun to separate from the corners; it incipiently slithered along the walls creating blemishes here and there. The furniture was shabby and dappled with fraying fabric.

Walking around, I found the four other people and told them I was looking for the bathroom. One of them came with me and we entered a room that had one source of light. We talked incidentally and then I asked him if he had given me some drugs without my knowing. I never heard the answer.

I walked over to a doorway. The urge to urinate had ceased to motivate me. Now, I wanted to just get through the door. I went through and found not the middle of the house but a garden with birds cackling and singing. A couple of the birds passed through the doorway over my head. I could feel the pressure of their beating wings rush by my face. I became frightened and wanted to get away.

I re-entered the room, which was now very dark. A woman was there. She took me in her arms and lifted me up against the wall. Her eyes sparkled peacefully. A halo of light grew out of her head and soon engulfed the whole room until it was so light that I couldn't see her face anymore, just her eyes, which where a blazing degree lighter than the rest. Music was playing; I heard dissonant chords and a staccato language I couldn't understand. All this, the light show, the music, the cracks of dark around the room join in unison and crescendo.

Then I was in a big park with many people. There was a festival going on. Hundreds of people were standing in two long lines about 30 meters apart. They all were holding onto the string of a huge kite 75 meters long. It was bright blue on one side and rose pink on the other. It billowed and looked like a bucking horse rearing in the wind.

I felt that some of the people didn't want me there. Some were mocking me too. I wanted to leave but I got caught in the kite string and couldn't free myself. I began to fly with the horse kite and was whipped around in the air currents well above the tree line. The people below looked like ants. Then the kite and I tumbled back to earth without crashing and I got away finally.