I'm riding around a big city strapped to the front of a city bus, something like a ship's figurehead. When the bus stops, I get off and run to a small apartment where I'm staying with a group of girls in order to attend a Jehovah's Witness convention. A truckload of boys shows up, hoping to stay in the same apartment, but there's no room for them--not even on the floor. I go out onto the lawn and play catch with a young boy. He's throwing a large, red apple. I take a bite out of it. It tastes so foul it wakes me up.
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