Outside a house, something strange is falling from the sky. At first it is a small grey gravel, something like Grape Nuts or kitty litter. I am outside exploring it, trying to figure out what it is, and Dave is with me. We discuss that perhaps there has been some chemical accident. Then some of the fallen objects are flat black things, each with the shape of some object, and it occurs to me that if I collect all the unique ones, perhaps I can arrange them into a sentence. The only shapes I can remember are various forms of witches, halloween-style. But it seems that there are many unique ones, almost an infinite variety.

Someone has come from some agency to try to help us identify it, but they are peculiar and Dave suggests turning the matter over to the regular police.

I am then back in the house, which is apparently where I live, on the second floor. The cats are strange; their eyes are too close together, so I figure out that I am dreaming. Karen, Misha's old friend and roommate, is there so I start taking her clothes off and playing with her tits. She gives me a blow job.

Then water starts running, filling up a trench around the sides of the room. I go to the hallway and there is more water running down the stairs. Something seems to imply that I should do something about it, but I decide not to worry about it, since I'm dreaming anyway, and instead look for someone else to have sex with.

I go to the window and watch the people passing. I have control over them, so I start choosing women and directing them toward my door. They seem mentally compelled. But I don't bring them in; each time, I see them a little closer and change my mind. One I remember was with another girl, who as they got closer, I realized to be too young. So I let them go, and the woman shakes her head and says "Oh, never mind", turning back in the direction she had been going.

I'm still looking, but instead of looking out my window, it is as though I am on a train, passing through a city, though I know I am dreaming and that at my command it will turn back into my house. But unfortunately for my quest, I am passing through an area where there are no people, just trees and stations.

I pass a spot where I can see down two roads that meet along my path of travel. Down each road, I can see a dog, and the dogs are identical. I realize that they are exactly identical, and moving in exactly the same pattern, like the same movie shown in both places. I ponder this strange quirk of dreaming, noting with interest that it is some sort of error in the way the dream is animated.

The dogs meet at the confluence, but at first when they meet, one of them is a different color. Still, they move identically, and after a moment they are the same color again, and they pause in the same motion. It seems am observing errors in some rendering technology.