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Two or three times each day, I spend half a minute fantasizing that I'm part of a 1960 Twilight Zone episode. In it, Jerry finds himself in another life as an actor playing a character in a movie. Story line may differ but the theme's the same.

I spend the second half of each minute-long fantasy break in Alternate Reality #2, where I, Kari McCarthy, have been inexplicably parachuted into a maximum security prison or war internment camp. A fellow prisoner advises me that I have two disparate options:
1) Accept the incomprehensible reality, fight, and survive
or
2) Keep telling myself that this isn't really happening, wither or be crushed, and perish.