A giant earthworm, its tongue a two-foot poisonous metal rod, drives an eastern European car through a seemingly deserted modern housing estate. After a while Louise Brooks emerges from one of the houses and defeats the worm in unarmed combat.
Later, I spend hours thinking about how a worm with no arms could possibly drive a car. This leads me to doubt whether what I think I've dreamt is actually what I have dreamt, whether it was Louise Brooks at all, and not Katy Perry or Lenny Henry. Whether the detail of the eastern European car was made up after I finished dreaming.
Later still I wake up and pull several long knitting needles out of my ear.
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