Shopping at a store that sold gemstones, I was putting different color gems up to my phones camera and taking pictures with a filter. The middle of the store had a kiosk that was selling novelty cigarettes. I bought a giant cigarette which was 100 regular-sized cigarettes rolled into one big toke. I was smoking it inside when my dad ran up and yanked the giant ciggie from my mouth. He said that we were going to be late for a showing of Donnie Darko and asked if I needed directions to the movie theater. I said no because his directions are usually hard to follow, and drove off in my own direction.

Immediately I was lost after making the poor choice to drive east on the freeway at night. The road started to rise off the ground and become a bridge; the concrete started to crack and off-ramps were unfinished with only a "construction in-progress" sign standing between me and a plummet to the abyss. The setting around me shifted into megolithic industrial buildings and cyberpunk factories. Large conveyor belts moving junk overlapped and surrounded the freeway. The whole area had a veil of smog cast over it - the hues were black and red while the conveyor belts were oddly clean light grey with polished black railing striped periodically with yellow warning paint.

Getting out of my car, I hopped onto a conveyor. The belt drove the center of a building. Just as the belt aproached the building, I jumped out and clinged onto the side wall. I climbed up to a railed-off balcony. There were several people in formal clothing and a few meeting rooms barely visible through frosted glass. I was clearly out of place: My attire was a stained graphic tee and ripped jeans. Curious, I pushed my way into a nearby elevator and went up. Upon closer inspection of some of the elvator patrons, I observed that each person had an uncanny mechanical quirk. One person hada jaw that popped open like a puppet when he laughed. Everything within the building was pristine.