I'm in the barbershop I went to in my childhood. There are several stylists there now instead of just the one there was when I was there before. I'm moving in to the shop which will be my apartment. I survey the grounds outside and am excited that there's lots of room for gardening next spring.
Inside, I'm carrying out most everything, but leave some unusually shaped old guitars attached to the wall. Some of the hair stylists are playing music in the corner; I dislodge a guitar from the wall and strum along with them.
A group of two or three people enter what is now my front door. I'm upset to realize they must walk through my apartment to get to their own and I wish to complain to my landlord. The people are growing a devil fetus in my closet: it has red skin and budding horns. They feed it by inserting an infant in its anus; the devil baby absorbs the infant's body. They are removing a "spent" infant and inserting a fresh one. The old infant is shaped like the devil fetus' colon.
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