The walls were white, thin, closing in. Others were there already. I thought it was just another room; an extension of the party that was going on below. They were in a line leading to the far wall, staring up at me with pleading looks. Most of them I knew, some I didn't. The far wall was on fire and the line of people was gradually being pulled toward the terrible heat. They held on to each other, trying desperately to avoid the slow pull into death, but it was no use. Suddenly, I was part of the line. A man walked by and laughed; he must have been responsible. I felt the desperation, the fear. There was nothing I could do but wait. I prayed for safety, and then i woke up. I pulled the covers to my face and breathed deeply.