I was staying somewhere with a bunch of crazy junkies who were squatting in the top level of an outdoor multistorey car park, as well as an adjacent warehouse that was a printers' downstairs. I didn't know what I was doing there and I kept going out into the carpark to watch other people going about their daily routine and hoping one of them would come and rescue me.
Outside the warehouse there was a bare concrete yard and a ramp and a big sliding wire gate. Cars would appear and disappear next to this gate and everyone else thought it was normal. They were in different states of disrepair (some did not have wheels or windows) but they were all VW Beetles.
I tried to find one of the saner junkies to ask if anyone was "going into town" and if so could I get a lift, because I really had other places to be and so on. They kept putting me off and then eventually I overheard one telling the other that they were going to give me some drugs then turn me over to the police so I could get busted on their behalf.
I couldn't get out of the setup so I went with them to a house where there were lots of fish tanks. I had to take off my shoes when I went inside and found my sandals had turned into muddy gumboots. I was surprised to see Sigourney Weaver in the house but she acted like she knew me. The junkies got some money from out of one of the fish tanks and left and I started making up poetry about the fish because I thought I had to do something to entertain Sigourney.
Next thing I knew she was talking on the phone to someone about the affair we were having.