The dream I had last night has dwindled itself down to flashes of scenes. I remember being in a factory of somesort with people who I cannot pinpoint their faces but the emotion I had for them is still heavy. A year 3000 version of Freddy was chasing us. It was my responsibility to ensure our safety. Noone appointed me that position but that was my position. I had to protect everyone. I had to get us to safety. I had to get us through the terror. This isn’t a conscious thought. I can’t save myself. What in the hell makes my inside self think I can always be the hero?