The only land I've ever had to myself doesn't exist. It sounds trite, but it is true. My dreams are oddly, even incredibly, consistent with reality. And the weirdest part is that I've never had a dream a dream that didn't take place centered around where I went to sleep. If I fall asleep at my Dad's house, I dream of nothing but the two block radius around my dad's house. If I fall asleep while camping on the Appalachian Trail, I dream of nothing but the surrounding woods. And if I fall asleep under the water... It's all so normal when I dream. Everything is mostly the same, but somewhat distorted. I think a lot of other people have seen it, too, because I keep on seeing it referenced in media. *The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past* references it with their shadow realm. Pretty much the same with Netflix's *Stranger Things* and the Upside Down. But it is a strange place that I see almost every night. And it is too consistent to be coincidence. A strange mirror held up to my waking world, where everything is darker and stranger and oddly enough, kinda has a weird purple tinge to it. It is so intensely interesting and Evil. And I often see the Apocalypse. Once I was living in an old, renovated South Philly School. This was in the real world. A big, five story tall Philadelphia Schoolhouse. One with one of the big boiler rooms at the bottom. And I dreamt that I was smoking a cigarette outside with a good friend. And an asteroid came to hit us. And we rushed inside to go underground. But he was exposed. And he got sick. And he changed. And he wanted to eat me. So I locked him in the basement boiler room. And he kept trying to kill me, But I fed him ham and cheese sandwiches to keep him alive, and pushed him away from me whenever he would lunge, with a teachers pointer stick. But he didn't die. And I didn't die. I just woke up.