Paprika had only peripherally considered the possiblity of ending up inside a nightmare, so finding herself here was a bit of a shock. This was clearly an apocalypse, but she noted it wasn't one of the world they were in currently - the smoldering husks of cars showed evidence of wheels, for one thing. The penis on the moon seemed a bit out of place, but she filed it away to worry about later. (That was one thing she was certain wasn't literal. What did that say about this guy's subconscious~?)

The city was overrun with a swarm of something. Machines disguised as ordinary animals, it looked like. You can't stop us. But he could, apparently. He had a weapon, and it looked strikingly effective against them. Whatever threat this dream represented, he wasn't totally defenseless against it, and he knew it. So why was he still afraid?

Here was an alleyway, tucked between two buildings leaning each other. Paprika wasn't there, and then she was. She had herself dressed in camo with a camo helmet - this seemed like a situation where there might reasonably be soldiers around. Just as Mitch was about to reach the alley, she poked her head out, waving an arm to beckon him. "Over here! Quick!"