I find myself emerged in a deep, transparent pool of what appears to be a composed of rather potent mixture of industrial soju, swedish vodka and mezcal, the mexican drink you don't want to even try. I look around, there's nothing but rays after rays of sunlight neatly aligned in almost military march band precision.
Someone from up above grabs me by my arm. I struggle to free myself but clutches are just too darn tight. What's happening? I ask myself as another hand appears out of the blue. More hands appear as they all try to strangle and grab me from my neck to my toe. This is all happening in complete silence. Almost like someone took the remote and pressed the mute button.
The hands disappear. And then the rays. And then the pool. I remain suspended.
I wake up.