It's late afternoon and I'm restless.  I'm lost inside my apartment and the sisters of the sun have convinced me of something that has agitated me.  I feel an overwhelming need to take an excruciatingly hot shower.  Possibly to help cleanse me of this restless and uncomfortable feeling.  After the steamy, fogged shower I emerge into the stuffy house, dizzy and almost passing out from the heat built up in my body.  It has recently rained outside and the thought of letting the clean air cool my bare skin strike an irresistible chord in me.  I wrap a white towel around my waist and tie another one cape like over my shoulders.  It is time to roam the streets.

          I walk down the rough pavement of the alley noticing how white and fragile the skin of my feet and legs look against the muddy potholes and gravel of the aging pavement.  The smells of foreign dinners cooking are drifting out of the windows of my neighborhood along with the voices of different languages.  It is a lower class area but not a slum and there is a comforting feeling in the air.  I make it to the end of the alley and turn down a major side street going downhill. 

          I am jogging awkwardly now, arms akimbo, towel cape trailing out behind me, my skin feeling cool in the breeze.  There is not much traffic and I receive a few second looks but nobody seems struck by my odd appearance.  I stop at the intersection and look down the street at the old gray buildings dark with the recent rain.  I notice the grey sky and the wet smell. 

          I hear sirens faintly getting louder.  Damn, I think, there must be an accident somewhere and I know that if I'm seen like this I'll be arrested.  I turn around and start back up the hill.  Off to my right I notice an amphitheater-like building.  Inside is a large dark angular conceptual art piece.  There is a bird swooping down the hill like Jesus in the sky.  Off to my left I vaguely notice a strange bald man in a grey mottled robe yelling at me. 

          I'm climbing on the art piece now; hanging by my arms and locking my fingers into rake like tines protruding from one of the surfaces.  The bald man is crouched above me on top of the sculpture, peering over the edge and jabbering at me feverishly.  Everything about him is taught and he is extremely agitated about something but I can't understand what he is saying.  In fact, even though he is yelling, I can barely hear him.  In his excitement he begins to rock the art piece on it's base; throwing his body crazily back and forth like a spastic nutbar circus act.  The sculpture begins to sway dangerously and I realize it's going to fall over.  I quickly work over to the edge and stretch out my foot to find the edge of the amphitheater and I step off with some relief.  There are a few construction workers moving lumber and other building materials around near the front of the amphitheater that I avoid them as I watch the crazed spock/chipmunk-like man rocking the sculpture.  He is still looking at me and yelling but I can't understand or hear him and I'm not really trying. He finally rocks the sculpture too far and it falls over with it's looney rider clutching on, his robe blowing out behind him and pulling around his spider-like body as he falls. 

          The rake like tines of the sculpture almost sever him at the waist as the sculpture lands on top of him.  I go over to look. He's quiet now but his eyes are still yelling at me with as much fervor as before.  I see no pain and there's no blood.  I'm trying to convince the construction workers to get help for the man but there doesn't seem to be much of a response.  A construction worker carrying an unwieldy piece of lumber accidentally nudges my arm with the end of it.  Then I wake as the girl sitting next to me by the window on the plane tells me she needs to use the bathroom...