Fading in too quickly, like a bad movie. I’m awake. Lying on my back in a softly grotesque bed sucked tight onto my back. Moving my arms to my head, a schlurp lets me know that this isn’t a bed. I look around, the clumps of the ground stuck to my hair. This is a flat, empty wasteland. Dead trees stand solitaire in the distance. And everywhere. Everywhere. Its all mud.