wandering in a starlit night of dreams, you came across a young boy sleeping under a lone tree surrounded by wisps of ghostly light. upon disturbing him, you find yourself lifted up by a tremendous force and thrown face-first into his pee-stained underwear bulge.
was it truly the product of a fragmented sheep-shaped "consciousness"? or was it perhaps the mysterious "rizz" which pervades even the lonely dreams of your lost, tormented soul? one thing is for sure: you will be looking for that lone tree again and again in that twinkling world of dreams.
