Dreamt I was back at primary school, but with people like James Den Bakker, he wrote a story about MW2 noting details about all the different types of players. I fled to the toilets for some reason, seeking sanctuary, I looked in the mirror and realised I was balding excessively. Miss Carney then walked in and went to use a special toilet, it wasn't working so she left to use another.

I walked outside to find myself in a night time environment outside a club, my mate Philip Holmberg was there, but his mates were weird. One was being a real jerk, elbowing me and shit, apparently he thought I was gay.

I then found myself walking into london on a long path... with kids there and shit.

Yeah

Big masonic lodge on the water. Kinda of like in a big dam perhaps - lots of machinery - like the industrial revolution in the sun. Signed up there - got different sets of robes, some light and easy, under-garments, some pyjamas, and a big furry red and blue and purple one. Then took the elevator down, it went super fucking fast. I remember that the lady was saying hail satan, Amen. Everything changed when I became a member.