I am an entrepreneur. Instead of virtual reality I sell trips to my mind. I meet with my clients in a dark room. I tell them to close their eyes. Let your mind float up and over and enter my mind for a while, I say very reassuringly. I'll take you on a journey. It is nighttime. We're entering an old junkyard filled with stripped cars, stacks of tires, and a ferocious dog barking in the distance. You're exploring. You're being adventurous. You bump into a trunk and it opens. Inside the trunk is a dead body. It's partially decomposed but you recognize it. It's your next door neighbor, Jim. You never liked Jim. Jim was always annoying you with his overly cheerful good mornings and hey neighbors and plus he always mowed the lawn early Saturday mornings and woke you up. But now Jim is dead. You look down and realize you have a bloody hammer in your hand. Did you kill Jim? You hear a noise. There's a man approaching you. He has a gun. There are police sirens in the distance. Do you run? Do you attack the man approaching you? What do you do? Alright, that's our session, I say. That'll be one hundred dollars.