Fragments

A beautiful garden.

They were trying to force their way in, without realizing that was precisely what threatened it.
It were as if they were attempting to reward me for following that path.

...

In a dream, Miley Cyrus had customizable, glowing contact lenses, of multiple colors and patterns, silhouettes of landscapes to beautiful, alien geometries, a slow pulse haloing a fog of molecules lapping the shore of the lens of her eye. Naturally her eyes were beautiful, pupils dilated but her left slightly misshapen, almost as if her iris were partially eclipsing it.

On set, upon the wall right behind her head, a bright white square revealed itself. To the right of it, an array of rectangular symbols, also bright white, were being fed into it at great speed, such that it appeared that she herself were moving along with them. They then appeared vertically above her, though they were on a track they were following, and at such speed that the whole set appeared to be ascending into space.

From my perspective, she appeared calm and stable, though I soon realized that the information she was absorbing may well have been incredibly complex and alien in relation to what I were accustomed to.

The scene dissolved and reformed as a room in a spacecraft entirely comprised of these symbols.

A hatch opened to reveal a barren, red wasteland, somewhat unexpectedly inhabited by very primitive, troll like creatures. They communicated in grunts, chugs and screams resembling words and phrases. Scattered sparingly about the place were fortresses of wood. We had arrived inside one, and though there were none inside of it, those outside seemed to be trying to attack the spacecraft, using trechubets to batter the walls of the fortress. A wall was taken out and revealed an army of these creatures, and a single, recurring scream, indicating to the others that it was their cue to attack.

...

I was in hospital. My mother had told me she was taking me to a theme park. I received a letter notifying me I had been charged an inordinate amount for failing to pay a slightly smaller amount within a timeframe set by a previous letter which I had never received. There were two charges - one small charge for beer and snacks, and another, much larger charge, for failing to keep up with repayments for a service I had also never received and had somehow been contractually obliged to pay for as a result of paying for something else.

I remember thinking that illegally downloading it the next time around was probably a safer bet.