There were two parts to this.
The first part I just remember being in an amphitheater type setting. It was fairly dark but our eyes were adjusted. Only the glow of the projector and walkway lights were visible. There was an intensely sinister man on the bottom floor. Essentially, he was evil and a terror to all who was in attendance. We all knew we were in danger. People were crouched down on the floor. Some hiding behind the row of chairs, others off against the walls along the stairs. I was there on the stairs, lying down on my side clutching my sister. My back fully exposed against the sadist. She started to cry for my safety and soon I followed her lead.
The next, I was sitting around trapped in what seemed like a convention center. I had the threat of that man looming over my head. I was confined for my safety with some other people who were also concerned. I remember one of the other people being Pudgy. I remember we decided to make the move and go somewhere else more remote. The threats were piling up and the tension was building. He was going to make a move soon so we had to be out of there. On the road, it was night time and I remember being in the back of a sort of tow truck. The bed was lined with a comforter and several pillows that seemed to remain in place despite the impracticality of the set up. Pudgy and a girl sat together while this white girl with long orange hair sat opposite of me. I held on to her leg so she wouldn’t fall off the end.
It was almost noon time when we arrived at a series of condos. When we got there, we were settling down in hopes that the distance would have saved us. Then, towards the sky there were several smoke trails followed by a renegade airplane. We all knew something wasn’t right. If the group of super-heros were together, then something was amiss. So despite coming here for refuge, my body ignited and I began to soar through the air towards the calamity leaving my loved ones in the hands of someone who was heroically endowed.
The plane began to nose dive towards a shopping center in the neighborhood. Someone had spotted me and began pursuit. It docked outside a platform that extended over the parking lot. I struggled to fly higher out of reach but something was pulling me down. Thoughts began to fog my mind. My friends were doomed and I had lead them to the slaughter. I would die and they would follow shortly after. Or worse, I would live and watch them brutally murdered right before me. And it would all be my fault.
As I descended, a man walked out of the plane and headed towards where I fell. He handed me an entry slip for some contest and asked me to fill it out. He moved on to another group of people and handed them slips.
Woke up hot with chest tension.
