I remember when I was in school. I could daydream by looking out the window any time I wanted to. For all anyone knew, I might have been praying. There was also plenty of time while I was walking to my next class, that I could have been praying. There was plenty of time in every situation, even during tests, that I could have been praying if I had really wanted to.
I'm standing outside of the opera and see the Statue of Liberty leaving. She is in a strapless gown, with diamonds everywhere and she's got a fur stole on. She's telling everyone she's with and everyone outside the opera, including me, that we are invited to join her for dinner. The opera audience are all dressed in tuxedos and evening dresses, fur stoles and jewels too. Everyone follows her to a huge dining room. The opera crowd enter the dining room first and fill the farthest half of the room. A leucite plastic screen is placed in the middle of the dining room, dividing the opera group from the people like me, who are filing in the room now. She has given a toast and she is raising her glass of chanpagne into the air. My group is toasting with our goblet filled with water. Now she is ordering dinner for everyone. She has ordered lobster with all the trimmings for her half of the room, but only bread to go with the water for my side of the room. Somhow a fire has started around her. I can see the fire surrounding her and catching her dress hem on fire. I am watching the fire ignite her dress higher and higher, and spreading all around her. She is totally consumed in flames and I am wondering how this could be allowed to happen. Because of the leucite wall between us, none of the bread and water people are able to pour their water on her. The other half of the dining room people are pouring their glasses of champagne on her and the carpet that's on fire, but the flames are spreading and consuming that half of the dining room. There's not a door in the far end of the dining room for anyone in the opera crowd to be able to escape and the plastic partition is just now starting to drip and melt away. The whole back half of the room is in flames. The plastic partition has melted now, and us bread and water people are pouring our glasses of water on the flames, but the fire is still spreading. We are being forced out the door that we came in, by the smoke and fire. All of us bread and water people are just standing in front of the building, watching it burn and we are all wondering how such a terrible thing could happen. Whew, what a dream!
