Dead grass and weeds fill the yards of suburban houses. Vines and shrubbery wrap around whitewash fences. A garage door creaks open a tall man in a white hazmat suit runs with two white bags towards a blue trash bin. The man stops for a moment, throws the trash in the container, and presses a button on the lid, and it incinerates. Burnt plastic fills the air with its toxic odor. He then hurries back in the garage and slams the door shut. Sweat beads off the man’s bald head as he pulls off the hazmat helmet.
Breaking news! The London Museum of Art has just been robbed late last night, and the robbers took three Picasso’s and five Van Gough's! The tv blared the next morning, waking the entirety of London. The city was in an uproar all except two very cunning and happy lovers as they lay in bed with smiles on their faces.
“That neighbor keeps staring at me through the window!” said Frank. Ill-tempered from the news he had received earlier in the day.
I've come to the conclusion
I've been stuck in a lucid dream