It’s 10:41 a.m. and I’m sitting in my bed. 

It’s kind of a cloudy day outside. 

I need to tell you something. 

I need to tell somebody.

Last night I had a dream. 

No, it wasn’t a diving hope to free all the slaves or end world hunger. 

It was a dream that I will never forget.

I started off in a vast ocean. 

But it wasn’t an ocean. 

It was just an immensely huge body of water. 

There was no ground. 

There were no fish and there was no surface. 

Just water. 

It was half-lit by some sort of sun (if there was one) and below me the water grew darker. 

Soon I wasn’t alone though.

A small group of people somehow formed next to me. 

No bigger than five.

We were dead.

This group of people, including myself, had all died at the same moment, bringing us all here together. 

Wherever we were. 

Don’t ask me how I knew that.

We floated there in the water for quite some time, looking around, hardly speaking a word. 

Three of the people were familiar. 

They were people I work with at Chuck E. Cheese. 

Emily, Caton, and Colton. 

Ironically all people I saw and talked with last night during my shift. 

I don’t remember who the other person or two were.

Soon, off in the distance, we saw something. 

It was coming towards us. 

It grew bigger and bigger and was some sort of animal it seemed. 

As it got closer to us we could see how big it really was. 

It was a walrus. 

We weren’t afraid though. 

We had nothing left to fear. 

We were already dead.

The walrus began circling us. 

We were in no harm, though.

Eventually after a little swim and seeing our faces, it spoke.

I don’t remember what it spoke or how it spoke it.

But it spoke. 

To all of us.

It explained to us that we were now about to say goodbye.

Then the group of us turned purple. 

One of us was red.

The rules were that individually we would take turns saying our last goodbye, and the person in red got to go first.

It was one of the boys from work.

I don’t remember which one. 

The next thing I remember is being in my back yard.

So I must have been the red one after that.

We were walking away from my house, towards the park in my neighborhood.

Then I said 

“Wait! I have to say goodbye to my mom!”

Before granted permission I sprinted back and my mom appeared around the corner of the house.

We ran to each other and kissed each other like crazy.

We hugged so tight.

We cried a little.

She knew.

She knew that her baby girl was dead and about to leave forever.

With only a moment to say goodbye, it was time I returned to my group.

I looked my mom in the eyes and began to walk away. 

We said nothing. 

I faintly remember her smiling though.

And me smiling back.

Then we were off.

The walrus had told us that we would be going to Six Flags.

Because anything is possible now.

And it wanted us to be happy.

So Six Flags is where we were headed.

I don’t know why we were walking that way out of my neighborhood, but it was a quick journey.

At one point Caton, the boy from work, had an ordeal with sunflower seeds and dropping them, but I don’t remember what that was about.

We passed all the houses and such and a certain one caught my attention.

It had a giant screen on the front of it, it looked like an iPhone screen.

A playlist of a few songs were on the screen, like it had just finished playing them all and was now waiting for its owner to press another song.

The artist that was listed at the top was Freelance Whales.

Which is a band I added on my iPod not too long ago. 

I don’t know much of their songs yet.

Only about four songs were listed underneath.

Location. Channels. Generator 1st Floor. Hannah.

One of the songs at the top was highlighted, like it was about to be played next.

It was Hannah.

This is the song of their that I know the most and is probably one of my favorites.

I shouted out with joy that the music should start playing.

And it did.

We began our journey to Six Flags, where the group of us would be happy.

The walrus stayed with us the whole way, smiling here and there. 

I woke up before got to Six Flags.

That walrus was our angel.

It was my angel.

I don’t know what this dream meant, why I had it, or what I should do about it.

But something in me has changed.

Something about this world to me has changed.

After I woke up I listened to the song on my iPod.

I cried.

I don’t know what for or how long.

But I cried a lot.

Then I listened to it again.

And cried some more.

I have been trying to contact Clay all morning.

I want to tell somebody about this.

I want someone to know and tell me I’m not crazy for believing whatever I saw in my head.

When I die, I hope that is what heaven is like. 

I hope I see my walrus and get to hug my mom one last time.

And I hope I make it to Six Flags.