• I walk into this room and I sat down in a brown chair. But for some reason the chair broke. I'm not fat, or carrying anything heavy. And the chair is metal. Well i walked outside to get some air, when a flying cow drinking it's own milk flew by. After that I ran to my room and went to bed, but when I got to bed there were beatles and ticks cralwing around like it was a party. I stated to really get freaked out so I ran everywhere: the bank, the hospital, and even my best friends house, but everything was still very strange. Well I finally got my head together and said it was just a dream, but if only it was. A mental army clown came into my room and shot bubble pellets everywhere. What was really crazy about that is the bubble pellets really hurt. Then it all ended... or so I thought. I woke up, and up, and up, and up, and it wouldnt stop. I woould just keep waking up from a unending nightmare. Then after all of the noise and my screeming, everything got quiet. Nothing was there, just a white room. Then it hit me that I was a lunatick in a special hospital on meds.