ElizaLS

I was at a camp called McKeever, and we were going into the dining hall. Something prompted me to do an RC, and I did, disbelieving that I was dreaming, but I thought my nose was open the first time. Then it did work, and I ran inside the dining hall and attempted to put myself through a wall. It didn’t work. I tried to put my finger through the wall, and it broke it (not my finger). The McKeever staff got mad because of this, and they sent out people to kill us. I almost woke up here, but I rubbed my hands together and didn’t. Us and some other teacher ran up a trail, but she saw the evil people there and ran us up another, but they were there, too. So she muttered something and said for us to go off in different directions. I was scared, because there were hooded evil people everywhere. So I ran up to one and yelled, “You’re not real!” The thing seemed unfazed. I repeated it, and had the same unpleasing result. Finally, I pointed at it and screamed, “Your hand is… broken!” The thing hung its head and began to cry.