I can remember being chased around this large building. I think I worked there, but I cant be entirely certain. There was this guy, we had something in common, I don’t remember what, but we ended up going to a show. I remember the show being… well I don’t remember it being anything specific, other than it not being a music oriented show. After getting to know him at the show, he suddenly falls, collapses, into this mass of flesh and bones. Its living, and by that, I mean it’s pulsing – as if it were breathing. Time passes and I’m with whatever girl I’ve been dating on this planet, meanwhile everyone else has been sucked into this… mass of flesh and bones. Again, I’m running around that building, this time with her. We’re being chased by my friend, everything seems fine, but we just can’t run fast enough. He catches us, which sucks us both into the mass. It was almost like a haven for all those who had disappeared into the mass, but we’re all connected. We look like neurons, connected, and those who are twisted at heart are doing nothing but harming others near them. Am I one of them? I’m in the world of the dead now, it’s an enormous building with fleshy material hanging everywhere. I make my way downstairs to the garage and people are preparing for war. My father is down here, he asks me what I’m doing, as if I’m not supposed to be in the world of the dead. Just as I’m about to purchase my armor for war, a messenger finds me and tells me I have mail, and that if I blow it off I get a fine. I remember a time before this when I could control things around me, at least in some subtle way.