Alright, so here I was at the church my dad forces me to go to every Sunday. I said a few non-christian things, and that must’ve popped their non-violent balloons, because before I knew it they were chasing me, and they wanted to kill me. So I hid in a few bathrooms, and then I made it back to my house. I hid in my bathroom, and then I looked out the window, and saw the cars that they drove, and I figured that they were searching my house for me. So I said to myself, the only way to stop them is for me to tell them a story (you know, like compare myself to somebody else), so I did but I don’t remember what the story was. And that’s when I woke up. I swear it was a nightmare, and a interesting dream all in one.