Billy opened his eyes, then got up, he looked around the hall. The hallway he was standing in looked like a hallway in his dad's office building, there was a blank wall behind him, in front of him along the walls were doors. Shadowy shapes were coming in and out of the doorways. It was the shadowy shapes that immediately told Billy that he was dreaming. He walked down the hall a ways looking through the open doors, all he could see was nothing within the rooms beyond. Billy was trying to remember something, something about dreams, then he remembered,
"Dreams are pretty much recycled brain garbage." He said aloud. Then probably because of him saying "garbage", he fell down an open manhole. The current was fast moving down in the sewer, but the last thing he saw before being pulled away, was one of the shadowy figures looking through the manhole like it was a telescope, saying in a motherly voice,
"I told you not to play with matches."
TO BE CONTINUED.
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