I’m at an art opening. All the artwork is shit. There’s a room full of laser beams. This girl is being a bitch to me. Someone is giving away free AAA batteries. I get tired of the opening so I drive to California. I stop at a brightly lit super market. It is a supermarket that only carries processed junk food. All the aisles are stocked to the ceiling with colorful plastic bags and packets. I go into the oreos aisle and look for the marshmallow crispie flavor. They don’t have it, but they do have cookie dough. I don’t want anything. I look for somewhere else to go but there is only the grocery store. I head to my car and look at the highway glowing with headlights. I have forgotten how to drive. I am overcome with panic.