I woke up inside a television. I wasn’t sure if I had to perform or develop jagged lines. I dressed as a penguin and went downstairs with a wet fish behind my ear (I would have worn a cloth cap but needed somewhere for the helicopter to land). Finding two girls in crates I took them down the hill in the back of a hay wagon where angels changed to demons and demons changed to individual stitches in the Bayeux Tapestry. The girls sunk to the bottom of the crates like sediment and a lady in green leaves had to fish them out while I kept the boat steady. We came home in full sail, all standing on deck like chess pieces; the old knight fell over when we hit dry land and had to be picked up by a rook. The rook then flew off.