I sloughed a skin before rising like a theatre curtain; the actors weren’t quite ready but improvised on their makeshift stage, their moustaches hurriedly put on their chests instead of their faces. I then crawled into a prototype telephone for a hypothetical race of people with three ears; eerily I could hear myself talk to people on the other end of the reticulated python line. It took me forty five minutes to get any sort of answer; I envisaged it would take much longer to actually get the question. While this was happening a flotilla of small yachts moved ghost like down the road, picking up messages on their voluminous sails as they went. I lit my imaginary cigar with the light of a torch and then took the dog for a walk through other peoples houses.