I was coming home from somewhere and I remember thinking, “Wouldn’t it be silly to go home by driving by every Denny’s?” Then, suddenly, I was left naked and carless around 17th & the Interstate. Christine Brinkley and two other models were sitting naked on a couch at ease with their nudity. I think I got clothes again as I ran back east. I ran into a restaurant (now fully clothed) and found Aali and Nicole. I then left. I then was in a burnt, water-damaged basement, reading things I had written as a child. Among other things, I found a ruined notebook of media plans. I went upstairs, which was set up like my house. Mom was half-drugged on the couch and Dad was pacing back and forth down the hallway. Jean Reno from The Professional kicked in the door and white light (and he) streamed in the door. He came up to me, cracked a bull whip, and grabbed my throat. “Where is Garrett? I know you visited him today.” Dad came behind me, trying to rescue me, telling my attacker, “Remember Italian independence: strength in unity.” I laughed and told him, “Dad, the city/state was much more powerful in Italian history. What about Tuscany? Naples? Lombardy?” My attacker said, “You’re absolutely right. I will not kill you.” Mom pointed at the curtains. Dad opened them to reveal a parking lot cluttered with cops and three cop cars. I went to the bedroom to avoid the din and saw white smoke. I reasoned that the motion detector lights had never gone off and the light caught the smoke. Evil-looking pumpkin balloons suddenly floated in the sky. I figured the cops would arrest us for littering.