A shed in my yard is set on fire. I shout for my family members to get a fire extinguisher or call someone. They're unresponsive. I open my phone to make the call instead. Someone I don't know appears around the corner, I react in trying to lock my phone, but they grab it from me too quickly. Cuffs are placed around my wrists and I'm arrested by a group of hidden officers before I can do anything. I wake up screaming. Everyone wants to fuck me over and trick me. They all want in on my shit. So many companies and people pretending to be gay when they're straight as fuck. It was the audience I could get. They had no self-esteem to say fuck this job, edit and record it yourself bitch. The prostitute was uninterested in my lemon muffins. She wanted one with nuts. Cliffside town. The morning's early twilight. Beach down below. Goats roam the grassy valleys and pastures moving inland. Two men break into a facility to uncover the mystery. I fought ghosts with three others throughout the tower. The methods we used satisfied my creative urges. I found myself alone on a balcony after passing through two large manor doors. The sky was in permanent twilight. Jump. Go ahead, jump. So I stepped up to the ledge on my left and did. I fell for a while in silence before a fence appeared beside me and I grabbed onto it. I saw one of my friends sitting atop peacefully, gazing longingly into the distance. I continued down the fence alone before falling onto a snow-covered path. A sleigh was lying over a distance away. I turned it right side up and rode it down the hillside into blackness. City. The roads are steep, many pedestrians and bicyclists without cars end up trapped in the asphalt valleys. My hands won't stop sweating.