I have this recurring dream.

I’m back in Philadelphia. I’m cutting school, or work, or whatever it is I’m supposed to be doing that day. But the place I end up at is school. Masterman. And I’m too old to be there. I try to blend in with the students but I’m taller than everyone and everyone knows that I’m out of place. I walk out onto the patio area and see FZWN and FZWN and Anton. I go about the process of re-introducing myself but for some reason I can only talk to one person at a time. So talk to Anton for a while and then I talk to FZWN for a while and then I notice that FZWN FZ holding up a sign in front of FX face that says ‘Hi, my name is Megan.’ So I apologize and talk to FX. We are all cutting class and we wander around Philadelphia on foot except I feel compelled to roll myself around on a stool that I borrowed from Masterman. It feels completely natural; I cannot let my feet touch the ground. You lead me to a place in the nearby forest where you like to observe a religious sect practice their ceremony. We enter an hole underground leading to a room where they practice. Part of their religion is construction of elaborate paper sculpture which decorates/defines the space. I suddenly feel uncomfortable rolling around on this stool. I wish I had never brought it. I wish I could hide it. Luckily, I get the chance. The three of you go outside the hole, above ground, having seen this religion many times and grown familiar with it. I remain below, presumably to observe, but instead hide the stool under part of the sculpture. In the process, I accidentally disconnect a joint of the construction. I feverishly try to repair it before anyone notices. I succeed, and quickly leave the underground room. The four of us rejoin and set off through the woods, enjoying tilt-axis sunlight coming through the trees, a beautiful day…

Then we hear screaming. We run back to the religious hole. Sand and dirt have collapsed into their entrance, trapping members of the sect inside. We work to free them, extracting several, leaving more inside. As the dream ends we are performing CPR on one, uncertain as to whether he will live or die.

I have this recurring dream.