I am in a room decorated with 1970’s wood paneling. The main area has a couch, rug and lamp. At the far end of the room, the space is divided into two floors, with a staircase on the left hand side. On the bottom level there is a kitchen area on the left and a dark, undefined area on the right. On the top level, there is an open, well lit room on the left, and a closed, well lit room with frosted glass windows on the right. There are people milling about in the upper right hand room. All I can make out are dark silhouettes. Suddenly, a woman in the room begins screaming. I don’t know why she is screaming. The other people in the room seem concerned that she is screaming, but they don’t know why she is screaming, and they feel a bit helpless about it. They also want her to just stop screaming. In the open room on the upper left, a creature who looks like Frankenstein’s Monster is standing on the edge, looking down below into the main area. He has a funny smile on his face, and a stack of ice cream sandwiches in one hand. With the other hand, he picks up a sandwich and drops it, and I hear it hit the bottom floor. I laugh, looking up at him, and I say, 'That guy is just pure chaos.'

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