Inside lagged building. Walking in yellow towels. Work has moved. The old place now opens into street.
I am wearing a toilet on my head like a hat, people look at me like I am mental.
I am mental.
I am replaying a scene where I shoot zombie aliens as they come up a hill towards me. On the last replay, I hear people laughing; I am making gun noises and shooting at nothing. They think I am crazy. I talk to them and identify them as a series of archetypes and people that I have met previously.