kind of experienced retrospectively, i'm on this cruise ship with an ice rink on it. Jay-z is the leader of an ice skating troupe of 2 women and 2 men. One of the men is daniel johnston. I realise a while in that i'm making a documentary about it, or somehow heavily involved in this whole thing even though i'm just a spectator. Jay-z comes out and does some raps wearing a v neck t shirt which keeps ripping down the V. He dies and i'm overcome with the greatest sense of sadness i've ever experienced. Daniel johnston and co. proceed to perform the most melancholy ice skating routine ever, interspersed with Jay Z being flung towards heaven, only he is a duck from the neck up with a big yellow bill. Then there is footage of daniel johnston and co talking about their experiences on the cruise ship like talking heads in a doc. Then I'm up on this big mountain edge looking out over a green canyon and there's big pillars like the one i'm standing on all over the place. I jump across to another one and meet somebody who's dead nice, then thats it.