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I am on a perilous and winding mountain road. The road eventually gets to a point where it is straight up, at a 90 degree angle. I make it over the top of the incline and end up in a town. A large group of people are hanging around outside their houses, celebrating new years. I notice that four guys seem out of place. I also notice signs of some sort of mysterious substance that is being handed out and passed around. I witness people eating the powder. Nothing noticeable happens to anyone. I travel to the house of stairs. Stairs everywhere. Probably an infinite amount of stairs. There are drawers and cabinets everywhere. Every single stair has hidden compartments. Suddenly, <PERSON> and <PERSON> are with me. We find a white, cocaine like powder. I assume this is the substance that the people of the town were ingesting. We find drinks in another hidden compartment, and we mix in the powder. Of course, we had to drink it. Pass out. Wake up to find everyone gone and an enormous craft outside of town. It is so badly wrecked that I cannot really tell what kind of machine it is, but it seems to have come from the air. I enter it, and a child is panting and writhing with rolled back eyes. I turn around and see an old friend. I ask him where everyone is. He tells me they are not here anymore, some sort of transformation, or ascension. I ask about the child, and I am told something unintelligible. I exit the craft alone, and make my way to a glass skyscraper in the middle of the town. I make it all the way to the top floor. I walk over to the window, and stare out over the town. No sign of life, and the wrecked aircraft has layered the town in a thick fog. I am then pushed from behind. I smash right through the window, towards the ground. As I am falling, I manage to spin my body around to look up. I see a small figure also falling. I cannot make out its face, but I can see that it is smiling. I spin my body back to face the rapidly approaching ground, but I realize I am not falling anymore, and I am back at the house of stairs. <PERSON> and <PERSON> are, again, with me. There is a mother and a child sitting on some stairs, blissfully unaware of us. The child is playing with a streamer while the mother watches with endearing eyes. There is an extremely old woman at the top of some stairs, fiddling around in a drawer. I start moving towards one of the infinite number of staircases, but the old woman turns to me and asks, "Have you had a taste?" I just smiled smugly, for reasons unknown. "Enough!", she said, "You will have a taste now." She had an empty, terrifying look in her eyes. <PERSON> and <PERSON> were frozen in shock, eyes and mouths wide open, staring around, at me, at her. I took what was forced on to me, which happened to be that damned white powder again. My vision flashed, mind went numb. I saw the old woman's features take on an extremely slender and jagged quality. She slowly morphed, becoming taller and skinnier. Her eyes were black, face blurry, as was everyone else's. She drew me closer to her, and then shoved my now tangible consciousness into my brain. Like, literally, into my exposed brain. Having anything shoved into your brain probably hurts. Oh boy.