Nightdreaming - Issue 3 - Black Bean Project

I’m driving around the downtown of this imaginary city (it’s a recurring theme lately with me. It’s a mix of NYC/LA/SF/Seattle) and I’m trying to find an underground pyramid. The top of the pyramid is only exposed a little, but its apex is not a pyramid itself but an open square made by four benches (kind of like a Mayan pyramid). When I arrive Mary Fortier (Nick & Liz’s mom) is laying on one of the benches and I approach the bench parallel to hers and lay down. 
We begin talking about our individual “black bean projects” (I’ve been eating lots of black beans lately) and she remarks to me that if she were a young woman again she would want to do something like what her daughter Liz is doing. “Something that helps people.” 
I agree with her and tell her I’d like to donate to her “black bean project” and she says she would like to do the same. To make the donation we must each put on an electro-magnetic vest and as we are making the transfer, black beans come erupting from the core of the pyramid and out between the four benches.