
Why can’t I move? I just can’t move! It’s like I’m glued to this bed. With the VCR playing. VCR? And a porn video. Really? At this time of…what time is it?
I have no idea what’s going on. Why am can’t I move? What stupid video is playing? On a VCR?! I didn’t know I had a TV in my bedroom. Why the fuck can’t I move?!
And – oh, what the hell! There’s a naked man standing over there! Who the – ?! Who is he?! Who are you?! Standing here in my bedroom! Butt-ass naked! What the – ?!
At some other time, that would be a fantasy come to life. O the start of some cheesy porn film. Speaking of porn…what the hell is going on here?!
What’s happening?!
I can’t believe this!
I can’t move!
I’m stuck here in my own bed! What the fuck is that all about?! Why can’t I move?!
I mean…
That’s utterly terrifying.
Imagine that.
You’re in your own bed – and you can’t fucking move!
What else could go wrong?
I have enough shit in my life.
Now this!
I can’t move!
In my own bed!
I’m thirsty.
Great. I’m thirsty, while laying down, and I can’t get up. What else can go wrong?
It’s hot in here.
Thirsty and warm.
And stuck in my own bed.
A porn movie playing – on a VCR.
Naked man standing against the wall.
He’s not even looking at me. Come on, dude! You’re in my bedroom – sans clothes – and you don’t have the decency to look at me?!
How rude!
I can’t move!
Why can’t I move?
What is going on here?
I’m struggling…squirming…practically bouncing up and down in my own bed.
Trying to get up.
To move.
What’s going on?
Why do I feel paralyzed?
In my own bed.
What an awful feeling.
How is there a TV in my bedroom?
I didn’t move a TV in my bedroom.
With a VCR player.
A VCR!
Aha!
Okay…finally. I can move.
What the – ?
Okay, I can move.
Wow.
What was that all about?
Okay…fully awake now.
Wow.
My head is hurting.
Okay…what was that all about?
Why did I have that…dream?
I guess.
That’s what it was…right?
A dream.
I don’t know.
I can’t tell.
So weird.
What was that all about?
Why couldn’t I move?
A porn film!
On a VCR!
I don’t have a TV in my bedroom!
What was that?!
Why did that happen?
Why couldn’t I even move?
In my own bed!
What was that all about?
Who was that man?
And why is he still here in my bedroom?
Lying on the floor!
Dead.