A boiler room of some kind. Dark, damp, yellow. Three dark silhouettes of piston like thingys with a bore on top and god knows what lies beneath. I am walking aimlessly in this dimly lit space and suddenly I suffocate and feel like am dragged into one of the pistons into a void. I know I am not alive and I know I am not dead and I am no ghost either.
I found myself wrapping something. I know not what it is, yet I laugh. Then I find myself in a classroom all dressed up for some reason only then to be called by all a jerk. I then find out what my gift was and for who it was for, a bible for some lady. This for some reason made her cry and everyone hate me. I then threw up.