i am in my bedroom, fooling w/ a guitar — it’s an 8 string fretless bass with a jelly body that only flexes when i want it to, weighs nothing and is impossible to tune. someone joins me and i am in a music store, and we bullshit and i leave and outside it’s like an office bldg downtown or miami dade and a rocket goes off and then i driving on a highway — elevated, like a bridge — my viewpoint goes from 3rd person to 1st as i zoom into myself and i am driving with an older woman; attractive, tall, slender but not thin. we are flirting but driving on our way to stop a missle or rocket. we see one take off from the water, and then i am on a cliff but there’s a waterfall and a sort of setup where people can ride carts perpendicular to the fall and if they get to the edge without toppling they win — a sort of contest. first couple sink immediately, the 3rd dude starts to make it but has no traction in the water — no weight in the back to keep the paddles in the water — and when he finally sorts that out, winds up shooting right over the fall. the 4th dude makes it to the edge and speeds off and whoa i am him now except now it’s a car (shitty pseudo sporty car) and i am driving down roads with a lot of very S. FL. undergrowth encroaching — palms etc — and i get to a light and i see lisbert talking to a blond girl looks like priscilla but i want to call her jessica and yet is neither, and lis is telling this girl how to be a flirt and i drive off and as i drive the path behind me changes so that if i turn around (with great difficulty at an intersection — fucking trucks!) the way is not what it had been. eventually there’s a place where the path is submerged and i am riding a tricycle like abuela gypsi’s but lucky it’s not deep water — to the ankle at most — except something scratches or bites my right ankle as i’m about 4/5ths of the way out and as i stop on solid land i wake.