I was best friends with Britney Spears, and helping her out at press conferences with the media. We hugged a lot, and she was always smiling at me. She didn't wear trashy clothes when she was off the stage.

I woke up a little bit and turned over. I dreamed again, and it was of war. I was running through muddy fields with a gun, and the sky was smokey dark. There were noises around me, and I started shooting at them. Bits of flesh came out of the bushes and latched on to my skin. I woke up rubbing at my eyes like crazy.