There is a shapeshifter who has a drinking problem. When I looked down at my traveling companion and saw that he was passed out and had only briefly lifted his head to laugh, I knew that the person lying before me was actually the shapeshifter, drunk. The shapeshifter was a dangerous killer, and even though this person looked like my companion, they weren't. Were were riding on the caboose and the train was stopped. It was easy to heave the sleeping body onto the tracks as the engine started up and the train pulled away.
I looked down at the body and how it fell. I considered how the body fell onto the rails how the next train would slice it up. I briefly thought to myself, "I hope another train comes along before he wakes up!" But, I know from dreaming that when I fixate on thoughts like that for too long they happen, so I went back inside the car.
My traveling companion's mom was inside. She knew that the body had only looked like her son. She said we should celebrate the death of the shapeshifter with some champagne. She handed me a big glass jug of champagne. I took a drink of it and thought to myself that this was inappropriate because I wasn't old enough to legally drink, and I thought there was no way I was going to be able to drink all this champagne.
The train entered a room that looked like a big factory. I understood that we were entering the facility where the champagne was made. All through the factory were flattened packs of cigarettes about the size of a half sized poster. They had a green label and a big red pair of lips that were lightly colored in red. I understood that champagne was a cigarette production byproduct. I thought that was really gross. Another byproduct was lipstick. Each poster had someone's name written on it in the Marlboro font on the green label. It was considered bad luck not to run up to your poster and fill in the lips better with a red crayon. Luckily, I got to my poster right before it went out of sight behind a wall. I didn't do a great job coloring in the lips, but I knew I had done well enough to stave off the bad luck.
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