I'm living in a house with four roommates. One is Matt. He and another are meth addicts. The other has been missing for some time. Some other people show up at our door to report our other roommate is squatting in a nearby home. He's started a campfire indoors, they report, and is in danger of burning the place down. We tell them that he's been doing meth for some time, and has become unpredictable.

I return to my own room to lie down. There is a figure beneath the sheets. I put my hand where the head seems to be and feel a head. It's Matt, I can tell by the voice when he groans. I'm disconcerted that he's in my room, but am happy that he's home and decide not to try to wake him and get him to move. I lie down on the far side of the bed to sleep.

Here he leaps out of bed brandishing a machete. When he lifts it above his head, I scream in a pitch that truly frightens me. When the machete falls, it misses me sloppily, and I seem to have the foggy realization that this is not real. That perhaps it's an act.

The machete, however, keeps swinging. I find a weapon lying around. It's a decorative African sword like the kind I used to collect. Or something similar. I block several blows and scream to our other roommate. He may be Travis. He comes to my aid and we disarm Matt. I hold him upside down and shake him. Money and lots of meth falls out of his pockets. I slam him bodily into a wall a few times, then throw him out of the house.

Me and Travis collect all of the meth in the house into two cereal bowls. Travis eats a small crystal, and I pretend not to notice. I imagine he's just curious. There's plenty of dope.

There's a cowboy looking guy in one of the back rooms playing video games. When he comes out I offer him a large rectangular crystal for free. He accepts, then offers to pay $4500 for the whole lot. I begin negotiating, then wake.