Friday, February 22

I was a member of a tribe of people who lived right in between the land of the living and the land of the dead. We would crawl in between both lands through special tunnels that had been dug out in the mud. We were allowed to move in between.

It was Friday and my friends and I had gone to the mall. After a fight with a guy who wanted to kidnap me--and after I flew away doing the backstroke in the air--we headed back home. A young girl was following us, I could tell, and there was nothing we were going to do about it.

We got to the border. A huge, tree-trunk fence divided the living from the dead. In the ground, in a huge pit, were hundreds of bodies, each body on an individual dais. We moved around the pit and noticed that a group of four or five kids weren't dead. They were lying in the pit, pretending to be dead, as a form of protest. I smiled at the kids and noticed one of them was Daniel Radcliffe.

The girl kept following us and I told her she couldn't come through the tunnels. She asked how she could cross and I pointed her towards the main gate. My father greeted her and she explained she wanted to cross.
"I can get you a ticket on a boat in about three hours," he said.
"I'll take it," she said.

My friends and I crossed through the tunnels and climbed up to the top of the fence. From there we could see the pits full of bodies and the young girl, who had found a tree-stump to sit on while she waited for her boat.

Right then lightning struck and sent the girl flying away. Her body fell dead on the muddy ground. My friends and I all looked at each other and nodded.

There was no boat.