Blood.
I'm in a car with someone else. I'm in this car because someone else besides the person driving did something to me.
Violent.
We drive into an abandoned area of beachfront property that looks like a cross between a collation of warehouses and a prison. The car stops.
lurking.
There are people all around me, skittering on the catwalks, hiding in the palm trees.
i don't see them
The car begins to drive away, with us inside. I am happy to go. Then a stinging sensation hits the side of my neck.
this is bad.
I feel unlucky. I should be feeling paranoid. When I get home, a Half-Life gun turret pops down from the front foyer of my house and begins shooting at me. Then my house blows up. I gain assistance from a neighbor who gives me a sleeping space in the garage of her 30-story girderframe skyscraper, located directly under a chronospatial claudication.
Star Wars reruns...
Later that night, I ascend to the top of the tower with my father. As we reach the top, we begin to descend into a mechanical canyon sparkling with lights.