I was standing at the bathroom mirror when the drug began to take control. I can remember everything so ephemeral, but clinically real. My motions had slowed down to reverent actions, and sound began to remind me of things. I remember the cars outside in the evening's parties droning in like waves, washing over and over me. A small breeze through my lone window brushed against my face and I closed my eyes and thought of it all. It seemed so epiphanic. And when I opened my eyes I thought I could, I guess, touch the beach. I felt like I needed to get to that place. I love the beach. It is so beautiful, you know. If I had the time I… So I hurried outside. It was late and the revelers were still hard at their fun. The Carnival seemed to never end. People were everywhere and I stumbled back and forth through them, I got lost in the jostle. It was a mass of masks, feathers, and naked bodies pressing me on all sides, almost like they were rushing me. I thought a jaguar was chasing me through the crowd. Its eyes burned a deep jade and I believe it was coming at me. Then an owl affronted me, its face covered in mirrors… I could see my panicked self. The crowd disappeared as quick as they came, leaving me in a small stairwell. I hurried down. It was dark and wet. I think I slipped many times, but I was… not afraid, but shocked, and everything was dark and suddenly quiet. I guess that's how I broke my arm. I lost my way soon after that. Walking was all I could do. I thought I was close to my home several times, now that I didn't want to really go to the beach. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Then, I just wanted to go back and sleep it off. But the stairs and alleys confused me, being night not helping either. I thought I was nearing the beach when I heard the rushing, but it only turned out to be a factory. I was nervous, and thought someone was watching, and behind me I saw shadows. I was scared and thought they were more drunks coming to hound me. I moved to the factory. Then they came, running fast… screaming and ranting, they sprinted to me. I leaned on the steel wired fence and it pushed open. I locked the gate behind me and ran into the building. I could hear them as they pounded on the gate hawking and hooting like animals. I can't remember much of the factory. I never really saw it… just large black smokestacks. One was glowing red, in use. There were many doors inside and corridors. It was very dark. Only dim red lights. I thought I was inside a submarine. Pipes ran across the walls, all different sizes. They hummed. I remember that. Or more a low buzzing. I ran down many of these - looking for someone working to show me another way out and to tell me where I was. It was a mine or an oil plant, because I was soon in tunnels burrowed into rock. The lights continued, but now they were sallow. Pale and sick. I was starting to feel very ill, like before you are going to vomit, but when you are still civilized in holding it back. When I burst through into the valley the other side I… I'm not too sure. I could feel a breeze rushing against me. I was on a cliff-side and stretching about me white surf rushed back and forth. There was a great moon in the sky and I was sure I could see my face. It was about then I realized that it was not the sea. It was bones. Skulls and ribcages… and there was something undulating on top of them. Aztlan. I ran back… I can't remember much. Only that they must have been in my way. I did not mean to kill them, but I don't remember seeing them. I am sorry. I just…