The world is upside down

A production error in a novel legal concrete mixture proved fatal for a painter.

He took a deep breath and instead of getting into his dream SUV, his perfect world went off balance, luckily fully fueled. Phew.

He raced away, the transmission - it groaned. He went off the road, drifted through front yards where little garden gnomes aimed silver revolvers at him. He asked for directions, arrived at a forest parking lot. He got out, looked, and he could even see spiders wallpapering there. A natural event.

Between the seat covers he can still find a few crumbs. He takes a transformer out of his small glove compartment, puts on leather gloves, and suddenly he has voices in his head. It's unbearable. He can only see things in his mind's eye now

Fortunately, a modern caravan is passing by now, which today has a mobile crane instead of camels. They hoist Uwe

quickly into another, better vehicle with power steering. Great.