I dream that I have the power to make trees and plants grow. Then I dream that I can’t figure out if it’s 2020 or 2021, are my calendars new or old? This year seems quite tragic so maybe it is 2020 after all. My friends are equally confused, I tell them we should maybe check the date on our phones, that very idea blows their minds.

Now I’m going with my mom to a doctor appointment, I realize I’m wearing my pajamas and that can mean only one thing: I must be dreaming, I would never go out in pajamas IRL. Since I now know I’m dreaming, I’m free to go have sex with people. I take off a young woman’s pants, she’s stiff and obedient like a doll.

I end up in a store where I try some clothes on, they’re too small. The owner has a beard and speaks English with a Swedish accent. We agree on how much we hate teenagers. A movie is being projected in the store, it’s about Marie Antoniette, there are orgies and necrophilia and more orgies and vomiting, all very detailed and seen from below. A decapitated head falls down, its cheek squishes against the camera glass. All the while the audience is making disgusted little sounds.