It was like some sort of a trance dance. A coma within a beat. Colors, lights and human forms moved in and out of my perception. I stood in one place, slowly turning, not moving my arms or head. Scanning the room. I was the only one not dancing but that didn’t make me weird or different or an outcast. I was special. The dancers worshiped me. I was here to lead them out of the darkness and into the night. They danced, watched and waited for my move. It never came. I woke up alone on the dance floor.