Exiting a monstrous building, a fellow by the name of Steele vigorously steps out into the streets of New York City holding the hand of his new girlfriend on his left side. Light fog dwells in the street, as orange streaks of light project through the towering high rises as the distant sun sets.

A thin build, dressed in a black leather jacket with spikes down the arms, his carved face wears short hair, eyeballs bulging out, tattoos on his hands.

Turning left onto the street, Steele shouts vigorously at each person he passes by,
"Wooooo Baby, I got me a new lady!"

He shouts and passions overtakes his senses. The crowd organism generally takes no notice, as his passions explode. Letting go of his girlfriend's hand, Steele dashes across the street and waves his arms and points to her, seeking recognition, while continuing to walk.

"Look at me, she's all mine. Look you cowards!"

He receives hardly a glance, and so produces a shotgun and starts blasting concrete walls and store fronts. The collective motion pattern is hardly interrupted, except three cops who were roaming the street are immediately noticeable, quickly descending through the crowd in his general direction.

"Look at me you fuckers." He screams hysterically, running in short bursts, then jumping about, his arms flail uncontrollably firing the shotgun. His girlfriend follows, smiling compassionately at him from across the street, as he frequently points towards her.

Steele senses something coming up behind him and so turns around and blasts thirty pounds of bricks right out of the graffitied wall, just before a cop running towards him. One singular pellet penetrates the officer on the side of his bloated stomach, sending him falling backwards onto the street, where he lays generally motionless- slight twitching emanates his body sprawled on the sidewalk.

The crowd disperses around the bleeding cop onto the road, though hardly takes notice, continuing to flow. A variety of cars slowly drive by heading the opposite direction. The two remaining cops dash towards him, noticeably pushing through the crowd.

"So that's me new game, eh? Blast the goofs!" Steele proclaims excitedly.

One of the mesomorphic cops breaks through the crowd across the road and runs shouting towards him.

"Stop!", as he dodges traffic, only to be blasted down to the ground by his shotgun. Steele breaks out running up the road as fast as he can, as the last standing cops bolts after him calling for backup on his headset.

I appear in the crowd.

The sun has set, though a light fog remains in the street. The sky emits a blue gradient from the horizon visible above the buildings towering above us. Damp valley energy overtakes the collective consciousness, as night life sets in.

Standing at an intersection next to two young women dressed in black, I gaze mindfully towards two large video screens, one mounted on the building across the road on the right side, and the other larger screen mounted 30 feet above the street, displaying slowly moving advertisements.

The street lights are very dark, a sort of grey dirt texture saturates the building walls with black outlines, giving rise to a damp oily atmosphere. The video screen nearest me pulses with ambient imagery. A closeup shot of a thin women's hips slowly rotates, back lit with faded red light, highlighting the curves of her form. Slowly the shot moves downwards revealing a lower perspective of a clitoris penetrating her wide vaginal lips.

Slowly rotating on the right quarter of the screen, this vulva mounted below a finely carved pelvic region is postured facing in towards the center of the screen, back lit with a deep carnal red.

Directly facing the left half of the screen, another set of bald genitalia lit from beneath with blue light accentuates the upper fold of the vulva's lips. Obscuring the clitoris, a black cane slowly strokes up and down held by two elegant hands. Brand names and logos slowly fade in and out, sliding through the space between the two bodies.

The bodies move off opposite sides of the screen, as an ambient blue shot of a woman's curvy back slowly tilts downwards, revealing her lower legs are bent parallel to her thighs, kneeling with her legs wide spreading her buttocks wide open. Closer yet, it moves down through the crack as if it were a valley. Wet vaginal folds attached to the upper thigh peel back layers of skin wide open.

The shot moves in closer, showing the tissue's fine texture, which is suddenly penetrated by a shiny black cane by a set of hands, twisting and rotating the cane uncomfortably in the vagina's canal, stretching the tearing the sensitive tissues.

Suddenly I am distracted by flashing upon the screen opposite the intersection, zooming out from inside a warmly lit vagina mounted on the pelvis of a woman in a similar posture- her clean face is visible hanging between her widely split legs. With eyes closed and an expression of unsatisfaction, she carnally rolls her hips back and forth, her vagina dripping with reproductive essences.

From the top of the screen, a host of metallic claws, hands and skewers quickly descends upon the sensitive young lady. First, one sharp skewer jabs deeply into her genital canal, immediately causing blood to gush downwards, dripping off between her legs. Then from the right side of the screen, a sharp metallic hand insensitively grabs hold of one lip of her vulva, and forcefully pulling it backwards, tears the quadricep muscle right off of her right leg, and then leaves it hanging there bleeding, as various blades and skewers carve deeper into her body.

Two grabbers move in and forcefully pulling her legs apart, until her whole body is torn into two pieces, with the blue nervous system hanging out the bottom, until it comes to the brain, over which a liquid pours from off the top of screen bubbling on contact with the brain, it rolls off dissolving the entire brain which then explodes.

"Eat Supermax for extreme stimulation. We bet you can't handle it!"

An array of vulvas back lit with in deep carnal red face others on the left backlit with a desaturated blue, continue to create an erotic corporate environment.

Mildly shocked, I contemplate whether the imagery was computer generated, then turn to one of the girls standing next to me dressed all in black, wearing a long overcoat.

"You see, this is a perfect reflection of this collective's internal state. It perfectly reflects on these video screens."

"How is that?" The woman on the left asks me, as of crowds march past us on the sidewalk, hardly noticing the display around them..

"It reflects the suffering of these people on so many levels. Their hearts are just like that womans vagina. Every time it is opened, it is bombarded by a host of mechanical devices attempting to exploit them for some form of profit. So they keep them closed, and maintain a deep ignorance to protect themselves from the dangers of their environment."

"Interesting." says the woman on my right, who gazes back up to the surrounding display.

I turn left down the sidewalk away from the video screens, against the crowd's flow. Walking ~50 feet, I come upon Steele sitting on the right side of his girlfriend, on a bus-stop bench directly in front of the road, across from some lower buildings. I have a seat beside him, then suddenly four police officers break out from the thick crowd, each one grabbing him by a limb so that he is sprawled out, held 2 feet above the ground. His girlfriend yells to let him go, but Steele himself does not resist. Another officer walks towards them across the road through moderate traffic, and pulls out a scroll then begins reading it to Steele, anxiously listening.

"You have the right to listen to me. You are guilty of blasting an official officer with one singular pellet of your shotgun, and causing minor chaos in the ritualistically conditioned pattern of our good streets. You shall be fined $111." Reads the cop, who then proceeds tear a ticket from his book, and hands it to Steele, who looks partially upset.

I walk up the sidewalk, gazing into dark shop windows, then cross street, and enter a square blue one story building, with a sign that says something about Ayurvedia.

A young woman in her early twenties is standing in the middle of the room. She comfortably approaches me, and looks into me with deep catlike eyes pulsing blue and green. Her face glows a beautiful dark spotted complexion.

I immediately identify her as my Anima, and stand directly facing her like a reflection. She radiates me with energy. I embrace it and return it through the crown chakra.

Captured, I ask "Are you Arielle?"

A warm smile sweeps over her face, "No, but I am a mermaid."

She comes close to me, and moves my hands with hers so that my index fingers are touching her third eye. Pulsing intensely, I close my eyes as she holds my rib cage with her palms , touching my heart with her thumbs, I feel intense electrical energy flowing through my fingers and into my brain. I close my eyes and receive a myriad of beautiful imagery projecting through her subtle systems.

Then she moves my hands onto her shoulders, and she touches my third eye with her index fingers and whispers inaudible essence towards me.

I send kundalini surging up through my heart and into my third eye, it flows through her fingers. Eyelids closed, though looking through them with clairvoyance, I visualize the energy flowing in one intense pulse.

A dialogue box pops up in my astral vision

Continue uncontrolled energy transfer?
| No | Yes |

I quickly select No, and bring the current under control, then open my eyes. She opens her eyes, and whispers to me.

"Now you are free."

My whole being is energized, as more kundalini rockets up my spine. I immediately realize that it is a dream and wish to fly.

She steps back and motions towards a desk behind her with a cash register on it, where there is an older lady writing an invoice. She slides it across the desk, as Anima stands facing me behind the desk on the right of the woman.

I look down at the invoice, it reads Little Mermaids Ayurvedic Healing Services. Some blue boxes in the form of a graph, and then $1000.

"One thousand dollars?" I calmly ask.

"Yes, one thousand dollars." she replies.

"What is that for?"

"We healed you."

"But it is she who healed me. Why does it cost one thousand dollars?" I continue, "She doesn't get much of it does she? I suppose you have to pay for this building, which is expensive, and then what little i left you two will get."

No reply. I gaze with confusion into the ladies eyes, wondering how I'll ever get out of this place without producing the money.

The mermaid smiles at me, and send me an idea with her mind. "Remember, you're free."

I take a blank piece of paper out of my pocket and pretend it's a check, handwriting onto the paper: 'Pay to the order of Little Mermaids' then on th next line, 'One thousand dollars.'

I slide it onto the desk, they smile and thank me sending me a positive vibration, then swing open the door as if it were a child's toy, and run outside.

Now the street is empty and the sun is shining. it is quite bright outside, and I immediately spin around counterclockwise, thrusting my body 20 or so feet into the air. But this is not high enough, I wish to see the whole city from the sky, so I run to the right down the road and up a steep road about 80 M, up about 40 feet, trees surrounding the road overlooking the moderately distant city, over a mellow canal reflecting the blue sky.

I run as fast as I can back down the road, then realizing it's a dream go twice as fast I could normally run, and jump in the air at the peak of speed, thrusting my body clockwise and spinning this time 100 feet in the air, getting a good view of the city I float back down across the canal on to a cement bock in artistic patterns. I feel my will power and confidence in the dream as producing the height of the flying, then I just will myself up into the air, and fly around, until a little doubt makes me float back down to the ground. again and again, I run jump and fly, flying upside down I feel all the blood rush into my face.

The deeper I relax the more the sensation is over the whole body- relaxing, kundalini rush, flying lucid experimentation. Bodily sensation, upside down flying over water, falling feeling, rushes, intensity, exercising visualization and will power.... I go and go and go for long long time, until I am bored of flying high and over the city and water, I try to fly way up into the sky above the earth, then I lose it because I wasn't quite sure I could do it, suddenly jump back to the ground in forest spot.

Trent Reznor is telling me to climb this tree he is in, and there are crows in it. So I climb, half floating up, half pushing my weight. I touch this baby crow which falls into a touque nest which is between two branches.

I look across as Trent is climbing down. He motions upwards towards a platform of plywood there in the tree. I climb over and stand on it, and look up to the top of the tree, about 8 feet above me. I contemplate whether it is possible to jump from there, yet conclude that it won't work... so just float right off the platform and gradually down to the earth, jump up and spin around again back up onto the platform, floating and flying around with supermore confidence.

A few more things happened, and then I awoke.