Spanish mission somewhere in California, interior. Dark, lofty hall.Stepping in is Sigmund Freud, wearing a trench coat. He stops to drop a massive double armload of rubber duckies into a small fountain near the doorway, and to wipe Alfredo sauce off of his coat. As the Alfredo sauce drips to the ground, it transforms into more duckies.

This seems rather unremarkable to either Sigmund Freud or the grim hooded Friar who stands in the shadows to receive him.

Entire short dream is shades of grey, brown, or dull, with exception of the bright yellow and orange rubber duckies.