climbing quickly over a chain link fence topped with a coil of barbed wire, almost razor wire, i received only one or two superfluous scratches on the heel of my right hand. joining me on the other side was a friend I had made in the moment, yet there was one other who got left behind. who we were fleeing I do not know now. though someone appeared from whence we came to offer us advice and a handful of roadwork decoys, red-white, and yellow-black both. we went to one and then another hiding place intending to recuperate and finally got separated in the 'common floor' of some sort of high-rise apartment building where outside, MsPiggy was playing a hole of golf. somehow finding myself on a higher floor in the upper half of the structure, I made my way to the elevators, naturally. passing by a pair of salon desks filled and attended by what seemed to be beauty school students whom I took no real notice. there were three elevators and the third which I took was apparently express as it had a place to sit with leather cushions and a 1900's art deco look made of wrought brass. and express it was for once I sat down the elevator accelerated to the point where I was feeling a lack of gravity and began hallucinating until after the lift had stopped at the common floor.