Last night, I had a dream that Joe was in a mental hospital. And at the hospital, they made the patients work by doing hard labor.

I went to visit him in the hospital, but when I got there, I couldn't find him. Everyone at the hospital knew me because I was there so often, and they were pointing me down the halls where to go. They kept telling me I had to do something.

When I got to the room Joe was in, he was making something (can't remember what it was-but whatever it was, it was making his hands bleed because he wouldn't stop.). I rushed over to him and grabbed his hands, trying to stop him, and he kept fighting me. So, I tried to get him to stand up, to make him leave the room. But, he's bigger than me, and I wasn't having a whole lot of luck.

Then, sirens started going off, and before I knew it, there was bombings and shit, and it was the end of the world.

The end.