You drift toward the south and into the amorphous house cloud, expecting it to envelop you in its warm embrace. Instead, you fall to the floor in the bathroom. Every surface is covered in a centimeter-thick layer of poo water. And now you are, too, including the surfaces of your digestive system and lungs. Even if you still breathe in a dream, it's pretty uncomfortable.

You gain self-loathing.

The End

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