I drove my car up a busy street in a strange city. I was headed north, toward a movie theater, and I had to creep along at 10 miles an hour because there were so many people walking in the road. A troupe of activists was in the street. They were wearing colorful unitards and doing gymnastics on the yellow line. I yelled at them for being so close to my truck. I was afraid that I was going to run someone over. Several of them gathered around my truck at a stop light and told me that the whole point of being in the street was to get people's attention, so they thought they had done a very good job. They invited me to attend a movie with them. I said I would meet them there. When I got to the theater, I got out of my truck and took a wheelchair out of the back. I sat down in it and rolled myself up a ramp to the theater complex. There were long lines and a party. I went into a restaurant and stood on a stool looking over the top of a table to take pictures of an appetizer. I had a camera that was shaped like a tube. I shoved it into a cake and pressed the top down to take a picture. When I got down from the stool, the camera broke into pieces and film rolled all over the floor. I was upset that I had exposed the film, but the pictures had already been developed. I picked them up off the floor, tiny black and white squares. I made my way into one of the theaters where the activists were gathering. They wanted to do drugs as the film began, but I declined. They were surprised to see me walking around, so I began to limp, pretending that I only needed the wheelchair sometimes and was having a good day. A man asked me if I had good days often, and I said that I didn't, but that if I could touch my toes in the morning, it meant I wouldn't have to use the wheelchair in the afternoon. The movie never seemed actually to start, and the activists were having a good time crawling over the rows of chairs and laughing. I decided to leave, and I saw that my wheelchair, which I had left at the door, was now gone. I was furious that someone had stolen in. One of the activists told me that it was my fault for leaving something shiny just sitting there. She said that no one would be able to resist taking something that looked like silver.