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I see a procession of beautiful cars: Porsche, Lexus, Mitsubishi, Honda (a nice Honda), Fiat, Mercedes, Lamborghini. They are shiny and new. There is no one but me. I am in a parking garage. The lights are low. I hear the sound of a child crying. I hear the cracking of crystal. I don’t understand this. It is vague and now I am flying over Turkey, and the ruins are spectacular, and my penis is a small, red lizard.