I sat there in the plush stadium seating of an AMC or something like that. Red curtains peeled to the sides and red velvet seats with little diamond designs. The movie was on and it was dark and yet I can’t see the characters or really the movie. I only sense it, like a man blind in detail but sightful in shapes and I only could feel the emotion they presented. I could only see in general terms the deceit and betrayal they acted out against one another.

And then suddenly as if everyone knew but I, in the middle of the movie, it ended. Credits scrolled with the title "Bad People" drawn in colored chalk and shifting like every frame was drawn by hand and was changed ever so slightly and people would start standing up and leaving; even my brothers and mother started to get up. The glow of the lights would also start to rise. But I’m yelling at people, telling them to sit down, that the movie isn’t over yet, that we need to see the second half, that the bad people have finally realized how bad they’ve been and now they will make amends and the movie will have a happy ending.

But no everyone continues to get up and leave and I am just about the last person to hope that the movie isn’t over and that there has to be more. And then I wake up.

And the dream I think tells you how I feel about humanity as a whole. Maybe about some specifically as well.