I’m in a huge indoor public space, like a shopping mall. Cruel people are following me, recording and editing my memories.

I’m laying down to rest and they’re on the stairs above me, laughing. I try to chase them off but I’m no threat to them, and they’re pretending to just be normal shoppers, but we all know they’re there for me. Their goal is to hurt me using whatever technology alters my brain. I see it once, but it instantly changes into a harmless radio or something because they changed the memory of it.

I’m looking for drugs, and I found a guy that has them but can’t escape these thieves.

Trying to get some tasks completed, I’m carrying huge armfuls of stuff up and down the corridors, hoping they’ll leave me alone.