I was with about thirty or forty people from my school and we were […] inside a house […] with a maze-like structure – a lot of corners and twisting hallways.  We were […] running around haphazardly inside […].  Sometimes, […] we would think of fruit and the fruits that we think of would automatically appear in our hands – like [oranges], grapes, and such.  But instead of eating this fruit, we would roll them across the ground – as if we were in some strange bowling alley.  Moments after we rolled the fruit, giant versions of the fruit […] would come tumbling around one of the corners – huge, boulder-sized fruit with bright, vivid colors – and we would […] run to keep from being crushed by these gigantic fruit.  However, we never seemed to learn, for we kept on thinking of fruit and bowling them across the ground, and then having to run for our lives as [colossal] pears and oranges tumbled our way.

I […] dodge[d] fruit that other people summoned with their fruit-rolling as well as fruit that I myself summoned.  At some point, I realized that [Ana] and her younger brother [Keith] were with me.  Around one of the corners, a huge, bright orange orange was coming our way, and the three of us ran from it, dashing through the hallways until we came upon a giant warehouse empty of people.  Here, we hid from the orange high up, close to the ceiling, on top of what looked like a very tall stack of large mats.

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