I got up and was slowly getting ready for work. My boyfriend was at the computer. I went into the kitchen to brew some coffee. People stared entering my apartment. Friends. Acquaintances. I wasn't even dressed yet. I ran into the bedroom to close the door. If you don't know, my bedroom is between my living room and kitchen. I needed to block the view while I threw on some pants. It didn't really matter that people were here. They would spend time with KC while I worked. But more people were continuously streaming in. I was turning into quite a party. People were not just in our apartment, but they were all through the house, including the basement, where a band was setting up.

"Well, I'm gonna go to work."

I just had to get out of there for some reason. I went somewhere in the North End for lunch. Then, I realized I didn't work at 1:00, but 3:00, so I decided to stop home on my way to see my boy.

I put the key in the door and noticed things were strangely quiet. When I got inside, I discovered the place was completely empty. There was hardly any evidence at all that there had been people there. The cats were still there, but oddly lonely, and crying repeatedly. I walked around and took in the scene. There was evidence that the place had been recently crowded. Where did all the people go?

After my tour, I found myself in the living room, looking at the phone. Where there used to be an off-white basic telephone, there was a black call-minder telephone. The numbers were not 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, etc, but they were 9, 99, 999, 99 99, etc, with the print getting smaller to account for the extra nines.

I pressed play on the answering machine. The voice was ominous. "Hello. This is the Dark Lord. I am proud to tell you that I have brought the apocalypse."

I sat on the living room floor, paralyzed in fear. Is this some sort of prank? Did he leave a message for everyone, or does he know I'm still here? Does this mean KC's in Heaven, and I'm on my way to Hell?

It's funny how what you watch on TV right before going to sleep can affect your dreams. It's sad when you can't even watch the Daily Show.