Voyages of a Skywalker

I am in a plane inside of a plane. On a U shaped track. The track ends back inside of the plane. Being John Malckovich style. It is the entrane to a man's mind. As I near his earlobe, I grow smaller, as does the plane.

I am in the same school as usual. The high school that I usually forget my locker combo, my class schedule, yadda yadda yadda...Only this time I have a new confidence. I impress a teacher in the teachers lounge with my big ideas and wealth of knowledge. The other teachers fawn after me as I leave the lounge to go dominate another day at school.

I am suddenly in the middle of the kitchen, watching as my mom bends down to grab something from the fridge. It is the glass jar of Essiac. She pours herself a glass and shoots it down the hatch.