I was a teenager again and I was going to a new high school. Little Thea showed me around. Everyone in my life was there and teenagers again. Rebecca looked damn skinny. Everyone smiled at me very benevolently, but I was being shy and wandering around alone.

Eventually I was standing at the end of a long hallway of lockers and I saw four people standing in a line. Someone standing in front of them shot all of them then ran away. I ran towards them as fast as I could. Each person was shot twice, once in the chest and once kind of in the hip. Neither wound was fatal. I tried to help one person and then started screaming for help. I turned around when I heard snarling. The “person” who had shot them looked like a zombie and told me to leave or I would join them. He started dragging them one by one towards the parking lot.

I woke up crying.

I don’t understand.