He awakes and looks awkwardly at me. I say, "I'm Marc." Gallagher angrily tells me he knew that. I start to walk away, but then turn around and ask him how he knew my name is Marc. He stares at me like I'm an idiot and then sarcastically says, "Because my name is Marc and you look like a Marc." (I should have known this!) I then walk back to a chair and sit down.
I hear him screaming at the assistant, "I'm not doing this show. I swear I am not. They aren't paying me enough."
Another assistant walks over and announces, "You have a phone call from your real wife" and hands him a cell phone.
The expressway seemed to be like a roller coaster with hills and valleys and dips and curves. I was also driving at a high rate of speed.
She has cut into his flesh to reveal a big yellow glomulous mass. I reach up to adjust the light and see the patient is a doctor that I used to know.
I then find myself in an area that resembles a campsite or a park. It is woodsie and has rows of picnic tables under a shelter.