There was a fog, and then - an alien appeared (or was it a Martian?). Suddenly, someone wanted something from me. Pudding, I believe? When's the last time I've had that! Your guess, is better than mine... Onto the scene where they begin to dissect me. (Just kidding)
Now there is a knock at the door. It is coming from outside the front door, and in between two sets of windows, one of which is open (or "unblinded," shall we say? Yup, that sounds grand!) / I'm thinking, let's be a rebel & not answer - for a change. I'm hoping they don't see me, by peering into see what's taking me so long, surely they'd heard me get up from out of my chair: because I am an old man; & that's what old men do, make noise when they stand up - whether they like to, or not~
Next thing I know--I am floating/hovering, almost; slowly up into the sky as if w/the mist (remember the fog?) I'm hitting my head on the ceiling, nearly. I'm right in front of the door. Who the heck is this? That's outside & disrupting my peace, and therefore sanity, in this God's forsaken Universe!
Cut to several people presenting me w/their business cards in a different & separate setting. Very remedial stuff. And I don't what it's all about, or means? Perhaps just my subconscious trying to work out that which cannot be fixed in or during the day light & time. Who's to say? Anyway. . . What was the Question, again??