I had the most horrible dream last night. On my way home to Rochester, in the subdivision across Tienken from mine I turned a corner and the street was lined with wrecked cars. Some of them were still on fire; others were black from being burned. It was dark and rainy, not cold but the road was like a sheet of ice. Mutilated, bloody corpses were everywhere. I was shocked�all I could think was, �I have to get home.� I tried to steer between the cars but I had no control over the car. I was sliding everywhere, as I turned the next corner I saw a fire truck coming from the other direction. Finally, there was hope. Someone was here to help. As I tried to steer out of the truck�s way I lost control and crashed into a yard. Then the truck lost control, spun around and flipped onto its side. The firefighters survived and were trying to help the few people that were still alive. I got out of my car and was running through a yard when someone called to me. It was an old friend from high school, Chris. He was in the people pool. I had to hide so I jumped in too. He told me what was going on�an extreme group called The White Bricks were trying to kill everyone. I saw one of the men walking in the yard. He had a gun. We had to pretend we were already dead. Floating face down in the pool I lay as still as possible but I could feel the man staring at me. He knew I was still alive but I remained still. Then something hit my forehead�it burned�it was the man's cigarette. When the cigarette hit the surface of the water, the whole surfaced burst into flames. I sunk to the bottom of the pool. That is when I woke up. It was the most horrible thing I had ever seen. I mean, yeah, it was a dream but it was hideous. All the dead people, the explosions. It was horrible.