PARADISA LOGS

 Who: Conan and YOU
What: Nightmare
When: Now
Where: Inside Conan's mind

Conan gasps desperately for air as he skids around a corner, nearly falling into a puddle as he does so.  He is barefoot and dressed in a hugely oversized pullover and jeans, the clothing obviously intended to be worn by someone twice his height.  Blood is smeared halfway across his face, probably coming from a deep cut on his head.  

His surroundings seem to be what you might expect from any alley on such a dark and rainy night.  Dismal, dark and slick with rain.  But there is something wrong about the perspective.  Everything stretches high up into the sky, further than the eye can see in the darkness.

Carefully pulling up the trailing edges of his jeans, he presses himself up against the wall and listens for any sounds of pursuit.