Hannah and I running fast across a flat, highly-elevated, narrow bridge with no sides, away from a group of strangers, who look like a group of models in their 20s. The sky is bright blue, maybe a tint of emerald green, with white paper-like clouds. While running, Hannah falls and slips off the bridge and begins to shriek. I immediately jump off after to go and try to save her. A split second after jumping in, both of us are carried away by a sweeping wind current that brings us a very far distance over to a wire fence. We both don’t know where we are; there is no one there, only this fence and this body of water. We are stranded. Then we forget where we are to begin with, where this story even began, we only know we started somewhere on the west coast of the US. We don’t know if this will be the end, or if someone is coming to save us. We only have eachother, and just look deep into eachother’s eyes…looking for some kind of answer…

And then I woke up.