This morning I dreamt of the stench of Chlorine gas, planted by false friends.

A friend set me to set bleach afire, I did not know what it was, but he did. He was trying to kill us all, kill the entire tiny town, and he lay beside the flames and was the first to die.

He killed 200 people.

His partner was my best friend, in this dream, and I thought she was above mistrust, devestated though she was. But she unleashed the gas into our furnace and nearlly killed us all before slitting her own throat.

We slept in a room, carefully ventilated, freezing cold, all huddled together in one bed, all too afraid to use the bathroom or eat anything.

All of us questioning each other, because if our friends could turn, who couldn't?

It was terrifying. Blargh. That stench. Death and Chlorine. Ugh.