I worked for KM, and she was making all of her employees go to a conference given by a motivational speaker. We arrived at a campground of sorts in the middle of the night. It was raining, and we had to climb up a hill that was slippery with wet grass in order to reach the auditorium for the first session. People kept sliding down the hill past me.
“Keep going, everyone!” encouraged KM.
“I think I’ll just go to my room and rest tonight,” I said to KM.
“If you don’t go, you’re fired,” KM replied.
We were on a school bus with the motivational speaker, driving around Burbank. The sun was bright as we drove past palm trees and gated movie studios. We pulled into the parking lot of one of the music studios. The bus driver pulled a gun out of his pocket and started walking back through the bus.
“Everyone stay seated,” directed KM.
“Forget this!” I said, and I ran to the back of the bus and opened the emergency door.
We were sitting on an airplane.
“The gun wasn’t loaded,” said KM.
Then, I woke up.
