Beyond the Valley of the Wolls

Date: 5/19/2016

Phase one: On the second floor of an empty house. Hard wood floors. The ceiling is 20 feet high. Three rooms, all in front of each other. No hallway. I know I'm not alone. Phase two: Taken into an underground church populated by beaked ghouls. It's like the inside of a hive. A young Julianne Moore (circa Short Cuts) is chosen as queen of the human race. Her naked body is fitted with a translucent gel slip, like being shrink wrapped. This gel slip enhances her fertility, and causes her to orgasm at the slightest touch. Moore lays in my lap, having multiple orgasms. Phase three: On an expedition down an uncharted river. A village of townhouses, abandoned, float by us down the river. We reach an embankment. It's 5:00pm and I want to be home by six, but I'm not sure I can find my way back on foot. I wander off to a park beside a lake. It's night but the grass is lit as if it were day. On a park bench sit two doll-like old ladies with big heads. Next to them is a sign which reads: These are Wolls - half women, half dolls. The two wolls on the park bench turn to me and say hello through their fixed smiles. I return their greeting and begin walking away casual-like, desperate to flee.