There was a man in Rock's house taking a course from room to room and chair to chair. The objective for Rock was to catch him. He knew that much, but not to what effect, though he suspected he might be in some sort of jeopardy as he dream-walked in pursuit. He never saw anyone.
In the next instant, Rock learned that booby-traps were set throughout his house, and he had to negotiate them upon waking in order to weigh himself. He was quite satisfied to find his scales, weigh in at 187 pounds, and finally recognize he was under the spell of hypoglycemia. Four ounces of grape juice later, Rock was perking green tea.
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