Jessica and Juicy and I pull up in a Hummer on the back roads behind Gleniff. We have masks on, like the cartoons that Jake and Dinos painted over the Goya etchings. We are all wearing black and white suits, just like in Resevoir Dogs. It is a very strange feeling.

I love the beautiful nature of it. Instead of sheep though, there are seals in the fields. Alive. All washed up. Upon the grass. We run over to them, like kids, and each of us pick our own seal. We straddle our own seal and the sea animal takes off and flies down towards the shore. Laughter wisps through the air. For a moment, I am a robot, half-submerged beneath the waves.

I look out at myself, and Juicy and Jessica, flying down towards the exact spot I am standing on, at the gliding seals and their passengers. Then I am on my seal. Looking down at my robotic submerged self.

Once we crash into the sea, my robot self is gone. We dive down under the ocean. Our cartoon faces have gone. Disappeared. And we now have spherical heads, like in all the animations.

But we can beathe. Because there is a breathing apparatus on each of our backs. And then there is the submerging. The water is cold. We are naked, except for our breathing apparatus, and our animated heads. There are schools of colourful fish, glittering, momentarily.

We float down, deep in the water. The seals fall with us. Rather than swim. They are falling, like leaden lumps.

Then the coldness is bearable. Jessica and Juicy smile. We fall deeper and deeper into the sea. Down into the depths.

I think the seals are smiling too.

We are, in fact, falling to our deaths. But we are happy.

The seals of course can beathe. And they flip and swim and stall their fall.

It is a dream. Then it is not. Jessica's naked body is like God, telling me He exists. This is what I think. Hopefully I will wake up, before I die. But then I will not see their naked bodies. Juicy's voluminous breasts. Jessica's goosepimpled skin and her seal fur.

Jessica and Juicy and I pull up in a Hummer on the back roads behind Gleniff. We have masks on, like the cartoons that Jake and Dinos painted over the Goya etchings. We are all wearing black and white suits, just like in Resevoir Dogs. It is a very strange feeling.

I love the beautiful nature of it. Instead of sheep though, there are seals in the fields. Alive. All washed up. Upon the grass. We run over to them, like kids, and each of us pick our own seal. We straddle our own seal and the sea animal takes off and flies down towards the shore. Laughter wisps through the air. For a moment, I am a robot, half-submerged beneath the waves.

I look out at myself, and Juicy and Jessica, flying down towards the exact spot I am standing on, at the gliding seals and their passengers. Then I am on my seal. Looking down at my robotic submerged self.

Once we crash into the sea, my robot self is gone. We dive down under the ocean. Our cartoon faces have gone. Disappeared. And we now have spherical heads, like in all the animations.

But we can beathe. Because there is a breathing apparatus on each of our backs. And then there is the submerging. The water is cold. We are naked, except for our breathing apparatus, and our animated heads. There are schools of colourful fish, glittering, momentarily.

We float down, deep in the water. The seals fall with us. Rather than swim. They are falling, like leaden lumps.

Then the coldness is bearable. Jessica and Juicy smile. We fall deeper and deeper into the sea. Down into the depths.

I think the seals are smiling too.

We are, in fact, falling to our deaths. But we are happy.

The seals of course can beathe. And they flip and swim and stall their fall.

It is a dream. Then it is not. Jessica's naked body is like God, telling me He exists. This is what I think. Hopefully I will wake up, before I die. But then I will not see their naked bodies. Juicy's voluminous breasts. Jessica's goosepimpled skin and her seal fur.