Note: This was a dream of mine. I have this warning here because some visitors have thought my life had just gone to pot, when really they were only reading one of my crazy dreams. :)

Another girl and I were caged up at a girl’s asylum. We were in one reality (think the Matrix and the real world, with us in the former). We went up into the headmistress’ rooms to take a bath. She caught us, I was beaten, and the other girl (whom I was very close to) was killed. I was jarred into the second reality (real world), where my mother and brother were tossing a football in my backyard. I told them what happened in the other reality. As I was lying on the grass, Mom snuck up behind me, speaking quietly. I jumped up, scared because her voice was soft and with an English accent, like the headmistress’s. My brother threw the ball to Mom, then turned to me. He threw me up against a tree, screaming at me. Somehow, he was the headmistress in this reality.