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Mitchell Freeman looked around. He was home, in Boise, Idaho. He could see the cross up on Table Rock, and Bogus Mountain where he and his family went skiing. It was a beautiful late spring day. He thought it was winter, before the dream of going to Hell, and he vaguely remembered a car accident, but he must have dreamed that, too. He was in the student center at Boise State and the clock in the main seating area said eight-thirty.
"It was a dream."