A beach. At night. Someone's family reunion is going on; small bonfires run the length of the beach, as far as I can see, just on the edge of the water. lawnjart and thefez appear.

They don't look like I'd expect them to. They're taller than me; their appearances complement each other somehow. They ask me my name and I can't remember it. They take me aside.

lawnjart, imploring: We've got a car. We're leaving in a few minutes. Are you coming?
donfreenut, afraid to say no: I guess so. Don't you want to stick around for...
thefez, dismissing: There's nothing for us here. We need more America.
donfreenut, afraid to say yes: Okay.
thefez, studying the surf: You're driving.
lawnjart, acting nonchalant: Take this.
donfreenut, recognizing the gelcaps: Jesus Christ. How many is this?
lawnjart, unconcerned: Seven.
donfreenut, to himself: How the hell am I going to drive? This is a lot of acid.
thefez, anxious: Hurry up. There's a lot waiting for us.

WE NEED MORE AMERICA is a fictional follow-up, mandated by lawnjart.
It's full of symbolism and metaphor and other poetic-type stuff.
/msg me with what you think is in the trunk, if you like.
And yes, there is a right answer.

I dreamed I was with my friend Penina in the principal's office on our school. We had done something against the school. I don't know what it was, but it had to do with our power of rhetoric. I'm in love with Penina, incidentally, so perhaps this information had gotten out. Mrs. Spirn (the principal) thought it would be an appropriate punishment to not let us debate on the debate team anymore, as we both currently do. And she told us so.

I woke up furious at her.

Im in like this big operating theater but a big one like a classroom. Whereas your everyday operating theatre, I would imagine, has but one operating table, this had many, as far as the eye could see. I am sitting next to one.

And there's this guy in a white lab coat, and my boyfriend is on the closest slab, I dont know if he's alive, but he's hooked up to all these machines.

I'm getting graded on something, and then I'm told that I have to put this mesh hoodie on.

When I look through the mesh hoody, I see the little girl from The Ring, walking around the tables, aimlessly.

The doctor, or the man in the white labcoat, told me that in order to save my boyfriend I have to hug the girl from The Ring.

She turns to me goes to hug me, and I start screaming.

I screamed so loud that I screamed in bed and Scott had to wake me up, crying.