My dream kept showing me various lens attachments for my camera. Eventually this worked into a dream. I was standing somewhere on the east side of town looking towards the foothills of the front range. Standing amid the pines was a large red adobe structure that reminded me of a cathedral except it had that je ne sais quoi about it that clued me into the fact that it was a residence.

The entire east wall was made up of wrought iron framed windows. Set behind these windows were spinning gears and sprockets that spun a clockface with bronze Roman numerals around at a frantic pace. Once I attached the telephoto lens to my camera I began spying on the building and its occupants. On the ground floor were a bunch of tables as if it was an English boarding school's eating hall or a corporate conference room. A guy wearing a red and white pinstripe shirt wandered into view and sat at the head of a table. My hands were shaky and I couldn't get a clear picture so I figured I'd go down and sneak into the place.

Turns out that I didn't have shaky hands but everything surrounding this executive would become blurry. I sat down, waited, took pictures away from blurman and got bored. As I was leaving he noticed me but wasn't upset about my presence. Leaving through the glass patio door I entered another room.

Usury, Inc.'s hockey team was playing and the department manager was waiting with her usual sour puss. This pissed me off so I put on my gloves, pulled out my cockatrice corpse and started whacking everyone with my rubber chicken until everyone turned to stone. Sourpuss was immune to petrification. She wanted to see my security clearance and wanted to know why I wasn't being a good, mindless drone and participating in a company activity. I told her that I left something in my car and I'd be right back. Since she's dim she bought it.

Running back east I was jumping over walls, vaulting fences, scaling fire escapes and running across rooftops when I stumbled upon an old man with a jet pack. He had a glass jaw and went down like a ten dollar whore and in a flash I was zipping around the skies of Newark, NJ. How the fuck did I get to Newark from Colorado? i dunno lol but that's what happened. In fact I really wasn't buzzing the clouds and airplanes of New Jersey's airspace since I had ended up in a supermall that was four stories high and an enclosed space. More frustratingly I couldn't find a way out of the joint.

Soon I found a few other lost people who wanted to escape from this bastion of capitalism and we set upon a poor squarebadge working for minimum wage but had the benefit of carrying a gun. Unlike a Walmart employee, he was happy to help and led us to the only exit in the store. The glass was spiderwebbed and frosted over by condensation and the floor beyond was covered in rust and dirt but the exit was clearly visible. So were the crackheads hanging out in front of the exit who started harassing us once we left the relative safety of the supermall. I had a jetpack and flew away from that brewing shitstorm.

My final destination was a high tech government facility. Even though I didn't have my security clearance I was able to get inside and hang around the cafeteria. One of the people I was talking with was telling me about their current project which was splicing the genes of an apple and an onion.