All About This

Dream was in prison so why was my anxiety so high? "Hey, Tommy what's wrong?" Wilbur said, sitting next to me and looking out over the farm. "It is nothing Wil don't worry about it." "It's obvious you're dealing with a problem." "What problem? I am not dealing with anyth-" Suddenly there was a loud bang. "Tommy!" That's all I remember before my world went black. I woke up in a room. Wilbur sat at a desk in the corner. He looked up and smiled at me. I saw his lips moving but no noise came out. I grabbed my notebook and wrote something down. "You can't hear me?" He wrote down. I nodded and glanced at him to see his reaction. "It must have been the explosion." He looked up confused. "I hear someone playing the piano. Probably Techno."