This morning Mark woke me up because I had a phone call. It was Kat.

"Sorry to wake you up. Call me later tonight. Eleven."

Couldn't she had just given Mark that message? My family's insane. All of them. They're insane. I hung up and went back to sleep. And then I had this weird and very scary dream. I remembered almost everything in great detail and thought about it all day.

Mark and I were home. I was in my room. My mom appeared and started sniffing my sneakers.

"What are you doing?! You can't just come in my apartment and start sniffing my sneakers."

I thought she was crazy. But the way she did it, I thought for some reason she was snooping. That's what I saw it as. She looked under my bed, hoping to find dirty magazines I think. I don't have any but I saw where she was going and yelled at her to leave. That I was fine and I didn't need her snooping around. She faded into thin air.

It as day. Probably around noon. Then it turned night. Instantly. I went outside and it turned day again and I started running along the boulevard. Just running. Faster and faster. I was late. Then there was someone running beside me. I told him I was late. He had green eyes and a great smile. Then I stopped. I told him I forgot my keys and wallet at home. When I stopped, it started turning dark. I walked along the boulevard. They were having some sort of ceremony or something. A choir. I remember a choir being there. I had to walk between them. They got upset. Someone called me a bitch.

It got darker. New York City looked beautiful as always in the background. Everything fell quiet. I stood and watched the City for a while. I'd never seen it so beautiful before. And then ... then this thing that looked like a flare appeared in the sky right over the City. Bright red. Beautiful bright red. I thought it odd and people started to mumble and gather to look. Then it started falling. Slowly at first. The whole sky turned bright red. The sky and the entire Hudson River. The flare-like object fell. It was actually a bomb or something type of explosive and it fell over Midtown. More appeared and everyone started panicking. I stood in shock for a minute. More bright red flare-like objects appeared over the City. I heard the sirens. The whole sky was bright red.

I ran home. Much faster than when I was running before. Through the dream, I felt my breath shortening. The apartment was warped. Almost as if sliced in two. Where our front door is, was a big window to outside. And there were trees all around us. We also seemed higher up than just the fifth floor. The wall between my room and the next apartment wasn't there. That too was replaced with a big window. I stared, afraid. Mark was in the living room watching TV. Emergency broadcasts. The City was being attacked. Total chaos. They looked like stars. The flare-like objects. Like beautiful, red stars. One appeared not far from our building. I stared out the big window and watched it coming closer. "God, help us," I thought. And then it stopped. It stopped and fell in the trees. It exploded and sent a shockwave that knocked me out of my room, into the living room. My head banged on the wall. Mark grabbed me and asked if I was ok. I looked up at him and nodded. That's about the time I woke up.