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I dreamt last night that the Columbia Choir was given a trip to the Salish Lodge for its hard work over the year, and for some reason I was invited on this trip. We got there and it was sort of fun but mostly just the same stupid choir stuff, and they knew songs I didn't know... not that they sang at all. Caity Tebbs was there and she wanted to hang out. I had been gone from the laptop for a while and when I got back after a full day there were a lot of text messages for me, one from someone's email who was "afterthebreakup@hotmail.com." I'm not kidding. It was a hidden account, too, and after the name there was a little lock and key thing. She was blabbing about some crap and I called Caity and asked her who this girl was. She was way overreacting, but I can't remember what she said. There were messages from Caity also. So Caity and I hung out for a little while and she sort of showed me her ex boyfriend who was very interested in me. He reminded me of a masculine version of my friend Rachel from childhood. But he was a creep, and he only wanted me for my body. But I went out with him anyway and we started kissing in this arcade. Then I thought, "Whatever," and left the arcade booth. To find that the Apocalypse had begun. There were battles everywhere, and I had no idea what was going on. I went to the coast. There were air pockets all up the cliff and every once in a while one would explode, and no one knew why. I looked into one and saw thousands of millions of people, all there and vulnerable to the beasts attacking from the water, trying to load a canon. They had no way to aim it. I grabbed the end of the air pocket and stretched it out so that it was pointing at a beast. They fired, and the beast fell. I was going to save them! I was going to help these people! I shuddered to think how many pockets full of millions of people there were on this cliff. They were all very tiny and when I took another look they looked more like soup than people. Oatmeal, maybe. And my dad had been next to me the whole while. He was urging me to leave them behind because we were in too much danger on the coastline. He was going to take me to my room. I agreed and he picked me up and took me up the hill. I felt very protected. There was a Lancelot and Guinivere thing going on, somehow at the lodge. I felt like a big slut. I kept thinking, "This isn't who I am. I didn't do those things. Last time I was wrong but now it just doesn't matter anymore." We looked around in the house to see if there were any insurgences of beasts and there weren't, disturbingly. I found a McDonalds package that had my name on it, congratulating me for saving all these people... although I had left them and they had all died. I was the only person who noticed or tried. I was in my nighty.