The African Dream Root was striped like a viper, black then white and it curled into the bottom of my cup like a sleeping worm. A muddy yellow tinge suffused the water. I'm supposed to drink this stuff down?
It took only a moment and I was in Bobby's house. The house was dark, cramped and full of screaming. Something was pounding on the doors. Bobby ran past and Dean caught him in his arms. The sleeper must awaken.
I stepped outside where the sun smiled down on the white sheets snapping in the breeze.
Far away someone was singing.