I’m standing at the passenger window of a minivan chatting with Nathan Fillion who is in the passenger seat. There are no surroundings, it’s like we are in a vacuum. I say goodbye and walk away from the van.
I’m going home, the route takes me, scrambling on all fours, up a steep bank of red sand. There are large birds swooping about, and every now and then I need to duck to avoid being struck by a wing. With each step more sand sloughs away under my hands and feet. I begin patting the sand down into a firmly packed trail so I can proceed to the top of the bank. At the top there is an overhang of grass, and I make myself a bed under the overhang and settle in to sleep.
I’m woken by a sound downstairs in the kitchen. I get up and go downstairs to find Nathan Fillion in the kitchen eating a huge leg of ham. He has cut a very symmetrical slice out of the middle, leaving a cartoon like portion of a ham with a perfect slice missing. I question him as to why he would take the slice out of the middle, he says he has no time to explain. He wipes his face on a tea towel and leaves. Several people enter the kitchen, a man I don’t know, and a few neighbours and colleagues. The man is explaining how he has houses for sale in the United States for only $1. We have to act fast, this deal won’t last for ever. One of my colleagues is going for it. I ask what the legal and procedural costs are in addition to the $1 asking price. The man does not answer the question but provides a form for my colleague to sign. I ask if he has any documentation I can have my lawyer review, I get no response. I tell the man that I’m very interested in the deal, but I do need more information, and I would like to get a legal opinion.
I wake up.