I was at school, and it was the first day back. We all went outside for something, and I saw an airplane swirling out of control. It was a hijacked plane, and it hit the school. So, everything immediately turned to NYC, and I got in the elevator of a skyscraper next to the school to go up and see the damage. When the doors opened, I saw things lying everywhere and got scared and went back down.

I don't remember much from there, just three guys in black robes from the attacking country walking around and everyone being afraid of them. Then everything turned into a neighborhood I lived in ages ago and I was going out for a run when a friend from that town told me that someone I knew in Nashville had died in the plane crash. Odd because she doesn't know him, he lives here.

We sat there and cried and I woke up.