Spot The Wizard of Oz, John Lennon introduces my morality tale

I'm a guest in a farmhouse. The people that live there have an odd religion, wear old style clothes and have no electricity, but gas lamps. There is a barn dance. The boys get to choose their partners, I am the second last to pick. My partner falls over a railing an into a thicket of bushes in a steep ravine. I try to catch her as she slips down - I have a firm grip on her hands, she has wires/smooth metal tubes instead of bones - the tubes stretch but her body does not, ripping into chunks. I let go of her hands just before I'm pulled over a cliff.

Back at the dance, I'm picking up old valuable coins that nobody recognizes as valuable but me. Everybody notices a spaceship coming through the sky, it slides into the earth near us and pushes the old farmhouse down a gully, replacing it. My dance partner walks out of the house. The house is identical, peeling paint and all, except it has electricity. Everybody is very happy about the electricity and children run around flipping switches that don't seem to be connected to anything.

The barn is full of famous people. Condoleeza Rice is there - I ask her if she wants to have sex, she says sure, and adds that nothing is real anyway. We briefly have sex.

There is a cow milking contest on a huge jungle gym I'm participating in - the object is to milk the cows dry and whoever has milked the most wins. I seem to have a backpack of containers, or containers strapped to me as I climb down the jungle gym milking cows. I run out of containers so start to drink the milk and aim it into containers below the jungle gym that aren't quite full. As I'm doing this I overhear that the contest is a joke on the participants because it would take days or weeks to milk the cows dry. I stop milking the cows.

Someone else is "taken away" similarly to my partner, it's understood that aliens are taking us and each one will come back with some new knowledge or technology. When this person returns we are taught how to be any person we want. I watch as everybody quickly morphs between famous people, their over-sized heads shifting from celebrity to celebrity several times a second. A gay black man, or perhaps transsexual, is standing there unhappy, he's turned himself into a black cow-person with dozens and dozens of udders. He is crying saying he just wants people to think he's beautiful.

It's explained to us that this ability is just the beginning, that we'll be taught how to be three different people in three places at once. I say to someone I've never seen a movie like this before, everything is so crazy. The person responds, "This isn't The Wizard of Oz, it's Spot The Wizard of Oz." I tell him I've not seen it.

John Lennon gets everybody's attention and has me describe layers of consciousness. I'm somehow illustrating this with huge 3-d graphics. At the end of my description, I say that the foundation of your consciousness can be content or anxious. The moral of story is it doesn't matter who you are, what matters is being comfortable with who you are. Everyone realizes that the recent frenzied changing from one celebrity to another was an experience meant to prepare us for this lesson.

It's explained to us that this new paradise of knowledge and technology will be wonderful, and just as everybody accepts that, thousands of miniature fairy/insect-like children swarm over the area biting everybody at the ankles like mosquitoes. I realize the aliens have tricked us, not telling us the downside.