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I was on the porch on the side of some house that was nothing like mine in reality. I had a small telescope with me, and I was taking advantage of the fact that this house was in the middle of nowhere to observe the stars. I wrote some numbers on a pad of paper with each observation I made. I eventually decided to turn off all lights and abandon the paper, so I may enjoy observing to its fullest. As I was attempting to find the moon in the telescope, I noticed colorful, mostly reddish, clouds covering the entire sky. The changes in color occurred in horizontal bands. I realized that this looked precisely like a close view of the surface of Jupiter, and I imagined what it might be like if Earth and Jupiter were to ever collide. I eventually found the moon in the telescope, but I was almost blinded, because the sun suddenly emerged from behind it at the top edge. I went into the house, and some things were wrong. Something was pumping massive amounts of snow into the basement. I showed this to my dad through a trap door in the wall. We had a miniature model of the entire town set up on a table. It even had working electricity, except one quadrant of it was out. My dad did not understand how that could be, because that part of the town was built only a year before the rest, so it was impossible for them to not have discovered electricity yet.

I was walking with Mike and Lisa around some sort of outdoor festival of vendors selling things at booths. Lisa suddenly broke away from us and ran toward a large vendor, which was packed with hanging clothing in the entrance. Mike and I followed her in. The hanging clothing was just a disguise for what was really inside: Small cats and dogs were contained in very small boxes of decorated cardboard. Their heads were sticking out a hole in the top. Perhaps the desired effect was an emulation of tissue boxes, only instead of tissues, it was house pets. They were all motionless, so either they were all completely comfortable with this, or they had been sedated. As we were looking at all the animals, I quietly commented to Mike that I would not be surprised if the Japanese came up with this concept. I started touching one sickly little white cat. It clawed at and bit my right index finger. I was briefly worried about contamination as we went back outside.

I was in an urban environment at night. I burst into the door of a small, disheveled office and began yelling at the person at the desk, who was Eminem. A short while later, I was Eminem, and I burst through the door of a small, disheveled office and began yelling at the person at the desk, who was some blond girl. She was presumably Eminem’s girlfriend. I / Eminem yelled at her in the form of rapping, in which everything rhymed with an "or" sound. The girl was trying to figure out what to do about a horse. Then I was the girl. I / she then encountered an omniscient voice that was supposed to provide guidance. The issue at hand specifically regarded whether or not horseshoes should be put onto this horse. The voice simply responded to this by repeating, "Only if it wants to." At that point, all I was looking at was a bland and vague diagram of a horseshoe on a hoof.