You drink your six pack around the campfire you have made. It feels like you are a prehistoric man exploring a wild unknown world. All that beer on an empty stomach does crazy things to your mind. You see the flames grow brighter and brighter and out of them steps Jim Morrison. The is at his lizard king prime in black leather, thin and looking like a roman god. He talks to you for a long time. He tells you secrets to make you wise and dark and sexy. You wake up in the ashes of the campfire. Your shirt is mostly burned away but you are unharmed. You get ready and move on, new ideas crackle in your brain.