I go to my studio, flying just above the ground. It's effortless, and I almost feel embarrassed at how easy it is for me to fly by holding my arms out in front of me. I look forward to my studio. I will also be able to swim there. Then I realise that I have forgotten my studio keys. I walk through a group of people and then I am in my studio. It is messy. I try to vacuum leaves off the floor with a vacuum cleaner. They stick stubbornly. I dismantle a semicircular wooden structure and pull out flowers. N. hands me vases filled with water for the flowers. I copied the bass line for a song from D. I want to play the song for C., but then I see that D. is sitting right next to us, working on her laptop. I try to signal to C. that I can't play the song now.