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In my sickness-induced sleep I dreamed that I was touring some sort of religious building in New York with my parents. It was like a Catholic museum and I remember decorated benches, sculptures, and random members of the clergy roaming about in flowing robes.
I stepped outside for some reason and saw that, across the street, the Empire State Building had been bombed. I began sobbing immediately. The top floor was on fire and there was a line of people outside trying to take shelter in the museum. I heard a priest yelling not to let them in. I went back inside and priests were having visitors lie on the white marble floors, stripping them naked and performing the last rites, preparing them for death.
I stepped outside for some reason and saw that, across the street, the Empire State Building had been bombed. I began sobbing immediately. The top floor was on fire and there was a line of people outside trying to take shelter in the museum. I heard a priest yelling not to let them in. I went back inside and priests were having visitors lie on the white marble floors, stripping them naked and performing the last rites, preparing them for death.