The subconscious is tricky - to be certain this has elements of that which could be labelled mine, but seeing how I was most recently within another's brain - and a cartoon, how wonderful is that? Being a cartoon, such a strange and splendid thing. How unfortunate that gravity still worked as it was meant to - it is entirely possible that some synaptic transfer remains.

Although I doubt Agent Dunham or Belly could have conceived of something like this. Wings. Grafted subcutaneously as far as I can tell without proper equipment, which I should have somewhere here, if this is indeed my subconscious. Or at least, some part of it. Normally my hallucinations never take on such a...wide scale. And rarely are they bipedal.

There should be....a lake. A lake house, even. Or the beach. I was always partial to that.