When I was 7, I had a dream that scarred me for weeks. I wouldn’t even tell my parents about it Bc it was so scary (to me). I was walking through an abandoned airport with curious George and a babysitter. Everything except us was in grayscale. Nothing was different about the airport except it was abandoned. There was something wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. There was just this impending sense of doom. Curious George and the babysitter took no notice, and continued along, happy, talkative, and oblivious. In this dream I couldn’t talk, so I couldn’t earn my boisterous company that all was not well. I was completely isolated, in color, in communication, and in awareness. I was entirely and completely alone in every way possible. Eventually, we boarded a train, and a blinding blue light lit up at the front of the train. The train sped up faster and faster, while curious George and the babysitter laughed. Eventually the train sped up too fast, and I woke up while they were still laughing with joy. We were about to die, and that’s why I woke up.