I am at a
convention center. I hear that one of my
co-workers, Patrick, has committed
suicide. I also learn that he is distantly related to me. My grandfather is running the
funeral, as he is a
minister. I become very sullen and wander off and find a table full of
chocolate muffins. Sudenly, the entire
world population is in the room. This
witch/
sorceress/
villainess appears with a big
wand stick thingy. She hits people with it, and they die. The
women that she hits turn into
chicken eggs, and the
men turn into
mist. She has now killed everyone except me and this
old black woman and her
granddaughter and
grandson. The girl has a
nametag on that says "
Ovaries." I can read her
thoughts and she is thinking "What are olaves?" but I knew she meant "
olives." The small boy has a nametag that says "
Apostle."
Then I wake up.