Previously, on A Young American…
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Plagued by another dream: I’m in a tall building with people I don’t know and they ask me to try out the new elevators. The first floor is an enormous, empty warehouse. The building overlaps the edge of a cliff that falls into an ocean.
There are no walls in this building, just windows, and the ceiling has to be fifty feet above me, which sparks curiosity as to where the elevators go. I walk on the cold concrete floors and look outside down the road, where I see three tanks trying their best to shoot down planes that move like flies. We’re at War! I think and panic to myself.
No one else seems disturbed. I calm down and walk over to the hall of elevators. This is the only area without glass walls. I push the button a door opens to my right. Inside is a man lying on a hospital bed, staring at me, trying desperately to hold on to his last few breaths, as well as more windows to the war out front. I step inside and push the only button. One of the planes being shot at swings over and picks the elevator up. The man in the hospital bed acts as if nothing is going on, while I scream and run around the confined room I’m in.
The plane swerves in the sky and I get dropped out from the bottom, onto the roof. I stand and peek over the edge. The elevator has returned to the ground floor. There is no way out except a fireman’s pole that sticks up in the center. I hold tightly and make my way back down. When I reached the ground safely, I want to go again, so I approach a different elevator and push the button. No one is inside this one, but there is a small bumper car with Nascar seatbelts in it. I get in and eagerly strap myself up. I wonder how I am supposed to push the button from here, but then the plane comes by and scoops me up regardless.
In the air I fly and feel much safer being strapped down. I drop out of the elevator onto the roof, but something goes wrong. I hit the roof in the car and bounce right off the edge and over the cliff. I hang on for dear life while the car plunges its way into the ocean with me strapped to it. Only a few seconds left of life and the only thoughts running through my head are what should I think about in my last few moments? I fall fast and hard, bracing myself for impact when-