I had a dream that Michael and I were sentenced to die. We were brought to a large room and Michael was sentenced first and killed. I was naked and wearing a towel around myself, alone on the top floor, looking down and sobbing into the center of the room. I could see Joe below me in a school desk, banging it with his fist although no sound came out and crying.

The room was given a recess until I had to go, and although it was my turn next to die and I was standing in a towel pushing through people, nobody looked at me or said a word. I found Daniel and he was asleep with a book in his lap. Joe ran to him and woke him and hugged him and Daniel asked, "Is it over? I finished Survivor!" He held up the book that had been in his lap. "You have to read it next, it's so good!" As though he had forgotten entirely that it was my turn to die.

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