I dream that I’m once again frustrated about all the supermarkets in my area being the same kind. I go inside one, eat a bun, feel guilty, confess and pay for it.

I go home and say hello to my sister that is coming down the stairs. Except that my sister is also inside, sitting on the couch. Who was that I saw on the stairs?

I go to the mall, there is a giant dead person set up like a statue, you can climb up some stairs to a pair of binoculars on the back of their head and see through their eyes.

Now my family is running down a set of stairs, my gran is on the lead; we’re escaping from a supervillain. We reach the basement and it’s not empty like we hoped, but elegantly furnished. Gran pushes open the door to a bedroom and an alarm blares.

The supervillain catches me. He’s a shape-shifting cyborg. A group of heroes flies in to fight him, they are about to finish him.

I wake up, thinking it’s very unfair I didn’t get to watch him die.