A dream-memory

I was in the process of dreaming a few minutes ago. I got up and was a bit too dehydrated to continue getting up, so I went back to sleep. Usually, when that happens, my body goes through this really powerful sleep cycle where I always feel much better when I wake up and where I always dream. That's what happened today. And I had a very interesting dream.

I was playing in a basketball game and I lost the game when I threw this grape that resembled an orange to a player on the other team who looked like a kid I knew from 8th grade named Bobby Hadden. But not really, now that I think about it--he's just the most similar name to that face. Yes, we lost the game because I gave food to the other team, misunderstanding some rule. So I left with someone who I forget, possibly Ashish, and we went driving through Seoul. Yes, we were in Seoul. We saw a lot of Korean bunnies. They were gray and they were all facing in the same direction, and some of them were shaped like reeds. They looked cute but fierce so we didn't stop to pet them. At some point we had to have stopped driving because I was on my feet when we realized what the bunnies were looking at---a soldier pushing a guy dressed in white into a grave. I said to Ashish (or whoever it was) that this must be an execution. And then I realized that this was not the only execution--this was happening all over the bunny garden.

All over the bunny garden.

And so I walked away from ashish past a couple of new graves and I made the sign of the cross and began to pray because, well, that was what I felt was right to do, and I was thinking that it didn't matter whether I had the faith in my head or not that was connected to the symbol. Then my friend Stanley from Tufts randomly came into the scene and he's like "Hey, Alex."

I gesture him over and I'm like, "Shh. There's an execution going on, I think."

That's the end of the dream.

Am I still in the bunny garden?