...there were people in a section of theater seats, suspended by ropes from the hull of a ship in the space where a rudder would be. An elegant knife-wielding woman in a sleek white gown opened a door above and cut the rope. The seats collapsed forward and ejected the people into the sea.

...I was strolling across a campus, blabbing on a phone, looking for escape, barriers forcing me to change direction. A graveyard terminating in a cliff edge, a dark, aurora borealis sky pulsating over a mountain range and a turbid sea. Engulfed by quicksand, I lost the phone.

...I was on a loud, careening caboose, brilliant light and shadows, I did not feel afraid. I walked through some doors to the main car, no sense of movement, here, no windows. People meandered through the narrow hall and said hello to me by name.