Everyone is dressed in multicolored robes and genuflecting or crawling towards something at the far end of Scott Partch's old room. I think it's a shrine (or something else he's created) and except for it the walls have none of the decorations we all loved so much. Olana comes up from behind me and says, "it's idolatry!" but she doesn't pronounce it right, has the syllables all mixed up.

I'm thinking, "Ok. So what?"

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Virginia has her office in a house in Pebble Beach. We've just finished a session and she is working with some kind of punch card system. She says, "oh, I used to be a tutor as well." Wandering out into the forest I find myself in a large hall or ballroom. It is dim, lined with dark wood, and luxuriously decorated. Perhaps it's a gentleman's club. Across the table sits Larry in an immaculate white tuxedo. He tells me that he comes here for therapy and I get the feeling it isn't doing much for him although he is thinner. As he stands up I notice that he has a corduroy sport coat that doesn't match his ensemble. Then Jered walks up behind me and gets me in a kind of gentle camel clutch but, instead of being under my chin, his fingers are clasped over my face. They smell like snot.

Now we're up on our feet and everyone is moving toward the walls. A brass band is making their entrance. I can't really see them but I get the sense that they are tactical in their approach, attacking the room like Urban Sax. It feels like a ceremony.

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Standing at the edge of a pool in my parents' back yard. It's the middle of the night. Looking into the dirty water I see the contours of a female body amongst the garbage and debris. She's on all fours at the bottom and suddenly her eyes open and we're looking at each other. An orgasm of fear.