(or .. like that) wherein our protagonist, recently deceased via auto idiocy -- slides down a chute, ending up in a hospital-green waiting room. After a wait to take in the banality of the enviro, he is ushered (actually.. by an actor I'd met!) into a small room.

An old guy is sitting in a rocker and listening to a stack of records which disappears upwards, into a nebulous 'sky'. He has few words, of the Ma & Pa Kettle sort - and all there is, is all this shit-kickin music all around.

Our hero, who by now has guessed Which digital choice had been made re his next long sojourn.. is standing there, looking all lost ... as the usher on his way out, bends down and whispers,

"y'know there's a room just like this one {gesticulates ^Upwards^} up There.."


As to these dream rooms, well . . .