I dreamt I was Claudia (Must be the Asian thing) in Ann M. Martin's 1990s Apple Paperbacks Series The Babysitters' Club. At first, we - seven of us, Kristy, Me, Mary Anne, Stacey, Dawn, Mallory, and Jessi - got along like angels. And then the war broke out. Stacey and I fought. Kristy and Dawn came to my side. The rest ran off. Stacey began to kill people. We cried and slept under bazooka attacks and the neverforseen, novel, state-of-the-art weapons-galore of the World War III. I bit my tongue in sleep.

Then someone nudged me. I thought it was my father. It turned out to be Kkoma, my cat. I woke up to find Taylor Swift blaring out from my speakers, full volume. The music sounded like no country for girls like me - it was sheer Miley-Cyrus-Avril-Lavigne noise. As happens when I have nightmares, I was soaked in sweat. Then I just realized I fell asleep after watching news report about Casey Johnson's death, drugs, and after-death reactions around her so-called friends.

... Could it be THE FOURTH OF ANTI-THESIS MOVEMENT Ghost?