I really do want to produce original content, but it’s hard when you’re not necessarily a creative person. It’s a wonder how wild my dreams are. My dream last night was a mix of “What Happened to Monday?” and “Grey’s Anatomy.” It was odd, to say the least. If I could make my dreams a movie or even a written story, I’d probably be rich – hah. It’s difficult to make dreams make sense. I guess that’s part of why it’s in your imagination. Someone please invent a way to view your dreams after waking up.

Scene 1: Dressed in an elusive black leather pantsuit, she entered the large foyer where the other guests began filing out of the room through the left and right doorways. There was a second of utter silence when she realized something was wrong. She quickly ran toward the right of the room before she subtlety slid on her back, lying right below the central window of the foyer, just as the windows burst open, glass flying inward, and a flurry of metal grates slid in from the windows, creating an elevated pathway. Women dressed in all black pantsuits and masks filed in from every entrance, staring straight ahead and then making a 90 degree turn towards the room on the right, walking in sync. She held her breath as she looked up at them through the grates. They walked over her without even stopping for a second. They were, without a doubt, looking for her. She waited for a few seconds after all of the women left the room and there was utter silence. She slid out from under the metal grate she was under and quickly ran out of the foyer, into the bright, sunny, day.