Starting to think my house is haunted...

He had a vision. He lay half asleep in the dirt. The sunset behind the hills had burnt his skin. And in the dream he saw a throne. His throne. Built on the tower of his life. When he woke all he could think of was his vision, etched so clearly on his mind. He worked for three days and three nights, with no food or drink, until his vision had become a reality. Perfect in every detail. He pondered the significance of this edifice and shook off his trance. He felt tired. He felt lonely. He felt confused. He felt so bloody confused. But at least he felt like he was on the right path.