I see the Sleeper, standing on New St. The Sleeper has a shoe box filled with white powder and is scattering it onto the floor and chanting. We go to see a dance band called Sci-Fi Awesomeness.  The room is packed but it’s OK because we have a special space at the side.  There are three of them, cramped onto a tiny stage, surrounded by coloured lights. They play the best music I have ever heard.

The Sleeper and The Mule have built a boat. We are about to leave on a journey. The front half of the boat heads towards the future.  I walk down towards the  front. The air turns grey and into a swarm of future particles and swarming nano machines.  Everything from the past is being eaten here. It merges and shifts through posibilites into fractions and geometry. A blue mist swirls around my feet.  A rainbow haze of processors and holograms glimmer behind it. Everything here is flux and indeterminable. Bolts of electricty flash around me. I walk towards the back of the boat. Everything starts to redshift. Giant waves crash around us. At this end of the boat we are in the past, deep at sea in prehistoric storm.

T.O.P man, spotted 05.03.2011 10:13am in THE GRID.