I got a big jar of peanut butter out of the back of the cupboard and it was sort of hard and I had some and it wasn't bad and I looked at the label and it said that it was made in 1930. We had just forgotten about it for a long time, though it looked like others had taken some off the top.

Then there was this old dude who wanted to go check out an old cave or mine with a flashlight. His wife was there and saying that she didn't want him to go in, but he really wanted to so was trying to convince her that it would be OK. And then he got lost and they couldn't find eachother. So this guy had to sleep in some sort of old, stone temple. He complained that it was cold and wet, and I didn't understand why he didn't find a place to sleep other than right under the big hole in the roof.

He wandered out and found himself in a suburban neighborhood. He walked by a house and there was a guy that was his nephew. So they were talking and things didn't seem so bad anymore. If he found this guy maybe he could find out how to get back home, too. But things started getting weird. It was as if he always woke up in a different place, with different people. And there was something he kept thinking about. A lot of little green islands with little patches of sand on them. Every one had a person on it. And then a guy started talking to him and telling him that all these people that he met weren't real, and neither was he. You could tell by the way you bounced off people when you ran into them. They were all made of rubber.

I was driving back home but recieved some sort of video message that was being broadcast to everyone. There was a lady standing in front of a white background that said "Kodak". Smiling, she said "We made a mistake. We put you all on little green islands and replaced you with gasolone. We're sorry and it'll never happen again." And then the message ended. I saw the rows of little green islands and they all disappeared, except for the one with the old man on it. He sort of sighed and looked around, and then his disappeared, too. I thought it was cool how they just said "whoops sorry" and didn't go on and on and on with all sorts of corporate butt talk.

Supposedly things were back to normal, now, so I resumed driving down Reetz toward my house. But just beyond Paul there was a brick wall about 3 feet high going in a half circle across the road. So I stopped and asked a couple of guys that were standing there what the heck was going on. They were saying how great their wall was and I was saying that I'd have to drive through the neighbor's yard to get to my house (although I could also get there by driving about a mile out of my way). I decided to drive down Paul to Fizz's house, instead. I went down to about where Fizz's house should be and I saw a brick wall supporting the driveway. I figured that those guys had gone through and modified people's driveways and stuff. I went a little farther and realized that wasn't even Fizz's house. The bend in the road wasn't even right. It was all curvy. I kept driving around this bend and finally came out by Good Shepherd. I drove back and the guys were saying "isn't this great?". I said that it might be nice if I wanted to go to Good Shepherd but it was kind of a bummer if I wanted to go to Fizz's house. I realized that none of the houses, all the way down Paul were right. I drove back to the other end, wondering what all this nonsense would look like from above, and now it came out by Elver Park.

Next was this scene where I was coming home from Platteville. Except the route was all messed up. There was this one big hill with a path that I liked to walk on. Near the top there was this place next to the path with a couple of really (really) old chairs. The sign said that this was the throne of King and Queen something. And there was more stuff about driving through Mt. Horeb on the way back or something. And when we got home those guys were making all this crazy food out of rice, and it was good.