I had this dream in which I wanted to climb down to the next layer of reality. But in order to do so I had to go through this weird and horrible tunnel, through all the stuff that had been buried and squashed and smoothed over by our pleasant world.

I remember going through a door and entering into a long chamber filled with decaying rotten rubbish. I was swimming through bin juice.

I’d rather swim through shit than bin juice.

And at various points, I stopped swimming through bin juice but had to walk through strange dark rooms filled with ominous figures watching me from the shadows. They smelt musty.

The main thing I remember is the smell. And the tunnel.

And, when I got to the end, I didn’t really feel like I’d arrived anywhere at all.

I’m pretty sure I ended up in Detroit.

I may as well have taken the train. But it would have been more expensive.