You walk through the mall naked because you once had a series of anxiety-fueled dreams where you found yourself nude in public settings. You want to see if your reality is any different than the dream.

You do not expect that the marble floors of the shopping promenades would be so cold. You also notice that you feel nothing. Unlike the dream, there is no terror or embarrassment. In fact, you laugh hysterically when you see the naked mannequins of a department store looking back at you with their sultry gazes. You’ve finally arrived back in a deranged form of Eden.