A small tent city. We've all taken LSD. I  Patrick tells me that Matt took some of this batch and on it he realized that the world was made up of tiny spheres. It's kicking in and everything feels wrong. I have the suspicion that I have to play a set in a little while but I have no idea where my gear is.

Stepping outside I see Shimeko lying on the ground at my feet and she's been dosed too. She looks up at me and says, "everything feels so fake." At that instant, out near the horizon, we see a huge, fluffy owl floating in place and flapping its wings mechanically.