A Dream...

Last night I had a dream. Atypical that I actually remembered it? Yes. But it was such an odd/realistic dream that I feel like I should share it. So I had a dream that I met the Jonas Brothers in person. Then the next day (or month, I don't know how time works in Dreamland) they died on a plane crash. Everyone, but me, was devastated. People were crying, people looked really upset, and this hush just settled on the world. Almost as if it stopped spinning or something. I just kind of shrugged at the news. In my dream I thought to myself, "I'm so glad this didn't happen at school-no work would get done, the teachers wouldn't teach, and the students would be so upset." The next thing I know, the world is having Jonas Brothers concert marathons on t.v., they're recapping their lives as in documentaries if they were an icon from the Renaissance such as Michelangelo or Donatello. Then I woke up. I was confused at first and thinking to myself, "Wait, did the Jonas Brothers really die?" But then I remembered it was only a dream.