i notice mister standing at the edge of this little embankment looking at something at first i think the sea, but looking below his feet i see a plastic water bottle. i hop down and get it for him and he rolls on his back crunching it. i find an old bottle bottom and hold it to the lens.

is this too much? sometimes people's reveries can be as tiresome as their rococo dreams. 
i did edit my tired self, at first there were twenty-six.