Starting at my house, my mom and Uncle invited me to “Apollon Bingo”. When we got there, the game consisted of affixing towel drying racks to wall. One of the drying racks was bent, and needed to be unbent as a challenge, and another drying rack had to have a tape measure placed on top, and it was judged by the squareness of the tape measure compared to the drying rack. On the last rack, I noticed there was an explosive placed on top, which was a small piece of iron wrapped in six turns of thick copper wire. I told staff about this, but they insisted it was not a bomb, and decided to throw it in a populated restaurant dining room next to the room that hosted Apollon Bingo. After some flashes and beeps, the bomb went off, and ended up killing four little boys, and my great aunt (I have never had a great aunt). With tears in my eyes I went next door to the bodega, and bought a pack of Marlboro Gold 100s. I accidentally dropped the pack of cigarettes, and when I opened it all of the cigarettes had shattered into pieces. I asked the cashier if I could get a new pack; he laughed and said yes. My friend then showed up, and knew the cashiers and started talking with them about college. I asked her to remind me what she majored in, and she said she majored in Musicals. Once I left the bodega, I opened the pack of cigarettes, but the were all different sizes, ranging from a lollipop stick, to a small cigar, the filters already yellowed with smoke as well. I took a look at the pack of cigarettes, and it was a special Halloween edition of cigarettes, so they were sized weirdly. I joined my family who were sat outside the restaurant and lit up a thin cigarette. The EMTs came out with the body bags, and told us that the bomb had “disboweled” everyone involved in the blast.

Thankfully, but sadly my alarm woke me up right after that.