I think i have problems

Its all well and good visiting your subconscious and all, but you really do need do be sane to do it. Unfortunately, sane is one thing I am NOT. As the blackness receded to the extremities of my vision i found myself in what looked to me like a prison cell, in order to investigate my first impression I turned to see the rest of my cell, and there, sitting on a large tortoise shell was MIGS. "I was wondering when you would wake up." he said, quite calmly.
"What are you doing in my subconscious?!" i asked in amazement.
"I don't know," he said slowly, "My evil twin stole my crow bar and knocked me out, i was under the impression it was my subconscious! What are you doing in my subconscious?!" Suddenly a majestic fart echoed around us, it didn't come from one single place, it was everywhere, all around us, reverberating in all its stately glory. And then it was gone, leaving both me and MIGS feeling empty, our heavenly experience ripped away from us. The silence was dark and oppressing, but then a voice filled the darkness, and it said unto us: "FOOLS! This is not your subconscious! This is our subconscious, for I am the Almighty Llama! Did you not know that we are all connected, irrevocably, so it is here we all join, for better or worse" And, having said his part, as quickly as he had appeared, the Almighty Llama (All Hail) was gone.
"Well," MIGS and I said in unison "That explains it then."

There was not much we could do in the confines of our cell so we decided we needed to get out, luckily, on the floor, was a paper clip. What was equally lucky was that MIGS knew how to pick locks, so soon the door opened inwards (much to the tortiose's annoyance as it was compressed against the wall) and we walked out into a grassy compound, with a river running down the middle. There was only one problem, it was not water that traversed the river, but blood. My blood.