I'm in a gathering of people. Eventually, we're all hanging out on this bridge over a river. It's seamlessly built out of wooden planks. It's a really nice, sunny day. This woman hands me a long, ovoid plastic shell, like a Silly Putty container, only more the size and shape of a pickle. I open it, and there's this plasticine glop in it reminiscent of Silly Putty, only it's dark, olive green, the color of plastic toy Army men. I take it out and start playing with it. A minute or so later, it starts oozing back and forth between my hands without my doing anything to push it, and I realize that the stuff is alive. It starts sliding around faster, and I'm beginning to have trouble keeping it from getting away. The woman who gave it to me shakes her head and says, "Uh oh, you'd better keep an eye on it." It proves really difficult. I'm barely able to catch the blob as it scoots around. Then, I get distracted for a moment. Everyone has to get off the bridge so that they can raise it and let a boat pass through. We each get part of the toll. Anyway, I'm telling this nun, who doesn't want to keep the money, that she doesn't have to keep it, just take it now because arguing about it would make things more complicated, and before I know it, the blob has snaked its way totally up my ass. What. The. Fuck. I try to grab the last bit of it, but the one who gave it to me is telling me that I should under no circumstances break the Silly Putty Monster into more than one piece. Something awful will happen. "Great!" I say, "Why didn't you tell me about this before?" The blob is creeping up my lower intestinal tract. I can feel it moving. I can't get rid of it. Finally I decide that I'm going to try to vomit the monster out. "Hope it all comes out at once," says Ms. Helpful. Gah. So I'm throwing up, and what comes out is just a bit of the army-green glop, much diluted, and these scaly, three-toed claws start forming out of my mouth.