1: I AM IN A ROOM ALONE WITH A MIRROR. I STARE AT MY REFLECTION. IT STARES BACK. I WATCH HELPLESSLY AS MY ARM RISES TO POINT AT THE REFLECTION, AND I FEEL MY MOUTH GAPE OPEN AS I BEGIN TO SCREAM UNCONTROLLABLY. THE REFLECTION DOES THE SAME.
2: I AM SURROUNDED BY DARKNESS WITH THE OVERWHELMING PRESENCE OF THE NIGHT. A LOW RUMBLING CONSTANTLY FILLS THE AIR. THE FEAR IS SUFFOCATING, BUT I MUST PUSH FORWARD INTO THE DARK PLACE. I MUST. I MUST.
3: A SET OF STAIRS, ANCIENT AND CRUMBLING. IT IS A SANCTUARY IN THE MIDST OF TURMOIL AND WAR. FIRE SURROUNDS THIS PLACE, BUT HERE IT IS CALM. THERE IS NO FLAME. THE DARKNESS IS SOOTHING, WELCOMING.
4: I am in my house. The third floor has a secret passage, but it only opens under specific circumstances. The hour is upon me, and the door appears. I push through into places beyond. The hallways are narrow and twisting, but there is light without source. It is my home within my home. It is mine. It is mine.
5: I am being chased by werewolves through my hometown. There is an electrical outlet that is out of place. This is impossible, I say. This must be a dream. I turn on my attackers. I have assumed control. I now wield a lightsaber, and dispatch my foes. Jimmy Neutron appears, but he is evil now. We duel to the death, and I emerge victorious.