Iiii wouldn't call them horrid. They're maybe maligned, at best.

The mindscape is kind of where I live. And I think you'd be surprised at all the things I can see, toots.

I can see all kinds of things.

[Bill's body goes from a solid yellow to a scintillating tapestry of images, both old ones in Trixie's memory and...of things that haven't yet come. Only barely recognizable, either way, and they never last for long.]