Holy cow, I wrote a book!
I dreamed that there was a fire in Benaroya Hall during a concert.
The flames swirled overhead up by the ceiling.
The exit doors had been blocked by security,
so people flowed from door to door looking for a way out.
Ha-ha, it was just a drill,
and the flames were pyrotechnics.
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