I’m at school, in class, with a crimson haired girl and M. it’s dark out. M has a beaker full of some unknown substance, it’s some kind of drug. he asks if i want to join him in superheating it after class. i decline. as i leave, walking to the giant staircase leading down to the entrance (it’s a huge room, the school feels like an airport), i hear that the beaker exploded. i see the crimson haired girl running down the stairs, so easy to spot among the crowd—i get the impression she joined in M’s experiment. i start to run after her, but a shard of glass gets stuck in my hand. my hand goes numb and i sit down.
nobody is around. I’m in a dark church, under a table or something. I’m yelling out for help—actually I’m just yelling “shard”. apparitions appear to enter and exit the place but i don’t really want their help. very scared
I’m at my grandparents’ old house. it’s the size of a warehouse, now, and the inside is more like an open garden. it’s messy. I’m still hurt. i see an entrance to papou’s office. it’s more a low-walled section of this giant open building. i go and sit in the corner. i look up and see a ladder to a raised wooden platform. i notice on it is a big “thin blue line” flag and feel confused and disappointed in my papou who was never like that. when I get close to inspect it i see that it’s actually a thin green line—the symbol co-opted by environmentalists, probably something he picked up at the jazz festival or something. I’m relieved.
i still have the shard in my arm, my elbow now. i see myself on TV. they’re saying it’s an embedded UFO infection, as the shard keeps flying around and generating more shards that burrow in my elbow. there is no known cure.
