I had a preying mantis and walking stick. Someone put them together in a bird cage and they faught, I found them alive but with no appendages. I gave them to Brad Pitt and soon after he died. I spent the rest of the night, dream to dream, telling people I'd killed Brad Pitt and dreading the consequences.

An obese woman on a hospital bed after I'd inserted a metal catheter, bolts and all. We were moving her to a gurney to be carried off by helicopter. We flopped her on the gurney, ignoring her screams and physical resistence. We strapped her in without any protection from the cold but a hospital gown.

I hiked a hill and found the summit was entirely muddy shallow water. I walked through the water to catch a view but was swept up in a current towards a ledge. Accepting this fate, I closed my eyes and went over, calm as I fell, soft landing near shore. I climbed out onto a curb near a line of shops.