It is night, and I find these oriental-looking fellows sneaking around in the shadows by my barn. I help them escape, ushering them along outside the west wall. But after they've escaped, I go into the barn, and notice that my two best tractor are missing. They stole them! This was some very professional gang of thieves. They've even cut all these specifically-sized rectangles, high up on the barn wall. How they stole my tractors, I can hardly imagine, but they were very clever about it. Now my barn is practically empty, and it kind of hurts my heart.

I wander back outside. It's light now. I think maybe it was a dream that my tractors were stolen, so I go back into the barn to check again, but they're still missing. I still think it might be a dream, so I go back outside and in again, but it doesn't change anything. Then my brother Steve pulls up in this ridiculously expensive black sports car, like a Lamborghini, all glinting with shiny ebony surfaces. Now I know it's a dream; Steve would never drive a car like that.