Is Leland's Existence a Tragedy of My Existence?

Leland, our newest intern, recently brought me a cup of coffee. Is it possible that i only imagined making myself this cup of coffee? But then who would have grown this coffee? Oh, leland's back in the room. He's waving at me. And he's saying that the shape has turned a molten red and is causing small whirlwinds. In front of our radio station doors, there is apparently a sound of a great many voices chanting as though it were an army giving out a battle cry before raining down destruction on our arid little hamlet. After brief consideration, i have decided to accept the council's offer because they are trustworthy leaders looking out for our better future