The exercise machines at my gym had been replaced by snack machines, washing machines, and bathtubs. I searched on my phone and a laptop for another gym in the area but the usual barriers arose: numbers that couldn't be read, phones that opened like a map, buttons that made no sense.

A seaside town: weathered shacks engulfed in flower gardens. I under a shelter watching a thrilling, tumultuous sea. An old man sits peacefully in the front seat of a beige Buick floating out. The residents don't speak English and the 911 operator keeps asking stupid questions. I watch the man disappear into the churning swells. He appears calm and I never see his face.

My foot riddled with tissues. I draw one from the back of my heel  covered in a fine blue dust like fungal spores. I kept pulling until it fell out. My foot was hollow and, somehow, though the angle would have been impossible in real life, I could see all the way to the inside of my toes. Sinew stretched along the clean red walls.

An apartment skirted by a white balcony over a long public hallway exhibiting high ceilings, fine art and natural light streaming through. Exotic animals in landscaped habitats live in the library where the desks rise and fall. Underneath the desks are colossal glass tanks enclosing waterfalls and fat, colorful fish.

A lightbulb in my hands burst into flame. I threw it in a large barrel. It morphed into the head of a dog and beneath the flames I could see it barking in agony. I thought "it will die soon!" but it just kept barking and barking. There was nothing I could do to save it.

On a beach: clear sky, bright sun. Two occupied VW beetles suspended sideways above me. I rose disoriented. A pop up city had been rearranged. I wandered looking for something familiar. The city was preparing for a Mardigras festival. I passed racks of glittering costumes and flamboyant people.

 I was in a building that was part hospital, part pre-school, and part office. There were people around that were familiar coworkers. I deduced, therefore, that I must be at work but realized to my embarrassment that I hadn't yet showered and, since there was a bathroom, I decided that I had better take care of this before anyone found out. With this goal in mind, I began to unpin my copious hair which fell in heavy mounds of dreadlocks:  Beautiful, thick, endless dreadlocks that kept falling and falling and I kept unpinning and unpinning and I thought I'd never finish when a coworker arrived. She said I was to remove my plants from in front of the front door because the inspectors were coming. With my hair half unpinned, and a bit nervous about these inspectors, I immediately attempted to attend to her request, only to be blocked from my destination by changing mazes and piles of shoes, dolls and baby items, even the door itself kept changing its appearance until I could not find it. Then, a hospital bed appeared where the door had been and it unfolded into impractical configurations as I attempted to operate the levers and buttons. It was then that I looked around and realized that there was  a sickly person lying on a bed in the corner. She was frail, flaccid and uncovered. She was wet, smelled like urine and had pressure ulcers all over her body. She was falling off the bed onto the floor. I picked her up and she had no bones. I flopped her on the bed and decided I needed to give her a bath. I left her there, wet, cold, uncovered, unprotected and went off in search of towels. I went back into the bathroom and there were shelves full of blankets, q-tips, bibs, spoons, needles, diapers, but no towels. I finally found two worn out rags and wet them with cold water. I went out into the middle of the room and the woman (who was now a man) was up, dressed, robust, and laughing with his family. He came up to me and kissed me, the cold towels dripping water on the floor. I felt incompetent and ashamed.