Indeed

I was in my living room. I do the Finger Count RC. First thing I can think of doing is flying. I jumped toward the kitchen, aiming for the door, and faceplant into my tile floor. (no pain.., curious) I look up and see an old mac monitor
I'm unable to make out what's on it. I wake up here.

I don't remember much, but what I did remember was pants-wettingly scary.



I am walking down a street near my house. I em nomming on a brick of cheese.

That is all.