Usership

I am looking at a white ceiling above me. I realize I don't actually own anything. My concept of ownersip is all wrong. What I really have is usership. I pray that I weild my usership properly. I pray that I can always be a good man and be one of the good people doing good things. From the white ceiling emerges a Rorschach inkblot test. The ink is actually a creature about 7 feet tall with razor sharp limbs. He holds me tight and says, "I need to recoup on my reconsideration of reconfiguration." He only speaks in alliteration. He opens his mouth and his razor sharp tounge emerges from a mouth stacked with razor sharp teeth. I turn my head and dodge the tounge. His tounge reimerges from a mouth in his throat I dodge that one then a razor sharp tounge emerges from a mouth in his chest. I am on the edge of a very tall buidling. It is night. The city bustles below. The sun has just set. The air is cool and clean as if it has just rained. A woman with long shiny brunette hair is dead below me on the ground. People are all crowding around to look at her. Another woman is falling to the ground she is looking up at me. She has shoulder length blonde hair that flutters in the cool wind as she falls. Both women are wearing non-photo blue business skirt suits. The blonde woman is whispering to me. I see her face now from only inches away. She whispers, "Please help us find the one who cheated us." I turn to my left. My back is warm against the the back wall of a concrete cave. I see beautiful morning light through a large opening ahead of me. Thousands of birds are fluttering all around the entrance.......wake up.