I am not myself.
I feel this completely as I, for lack of another word, enter the dream.
I know not what I am, but I am not myself.

"Well, ello then friend. How are you?"

"Fuck Off, will you?"

"Well, he was a bit weird, wasn't he?"

I dunno where I am. It's like cartoonish, really.
The ground is asphalt, and the wall surrounding (The Walls are Everywhere)
are red brick, graffitied all over. The people are mixed in, hand-drawn cartoonish figures, graphic computer-made people, realistic, yet still not real-
figures of all sorts really.

If This Goes On—

I feel like I'm on a quest or contest of some sort. I am walking with a large group of boys.
Everything is tense, no one is talking.
A gun shot comes out of nowhere, shoots a boy near me. He crumples to the asphalt.

And this I wake...