Auburn (my old high school) is some sort of prison collective. I am there, as is everyone, for crimes that were not committed. The walls in the second floor hallway have been ripped apart and the hall is just a row of flaming pits. There are shafts in all of the walls to house the fire that keeps all of the prisoners sweaty and dingy. I am not there very long before a revolt takes place. We all seem to be running. But I can’t recall getting anywhere. We all just end up hiding in the fire pits or the cafeteria. While hiding out in a classroom, I see someone I work for pushing a cart of books down the hall. Her eyes narrow when she looks in the classroom I am in and I hope that she doesn’t see me. She does, though, and starts to talk to me about the woman from the accounting department, the one who is holding on to my paycheck. I am afraid she will blow my cover so I tell her to pretend she wasn’t talking to me and just keep on going. Thankfully she plays it off legit and walks down the hall.