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All government in Canada has suddenly collapsed, and there is a lot of speculation and tension as to what will happen to society in the country. I know of a group who have chosen to live nomadically for the sake of being able to flee and hide easily if necessary. They have set up tents in a park by the river, and I plan to join them. In preparation, I begin filling a backpack with all of the things I think will take up the least space while being the most useful.

In the meantime, a friend and I order a pizza to be delivered to my house. When the delivery guy shows up he tells me it will be $100, which I think seems fair since the governmental situation must impact the monetary system. I count out the remainder of my cash, $120, which I doubt I will need as part of my impending new lifestyle. I’m about to give him the extra $20 as a tip, but then he asks if he can have a slice of the pizza, so I consider letting him do that instead. Then my friend and I get into an argument about what proper tipping etiquette might be in the new order of things.

I head to the park, which is swarming with people. There seems to be some sort of festival going on, complete with a parade. I keep running into old friends of mine, all of whom I have not seen in a long time and who have struggled with serious drug problems. They now seem happy and healthy, just like everyone else in the area. It occurs to me that perhaps society might go on functioning communally of its own accord.

08-19-2017 -- What I can remember, lightly, since I should still be asleep. Driving somewhere with mom or Pat (thing it starts as mom, changes to Pat) perhaps grocery shopping. Stop for a quick stop at a Denny's (with what may be an Uber passenger) because I need to go to the bathroom. Usual mess in the restroom. Group of punks went in right before me, part of toilet missing, but the parts that are there are clean, so I have to half crouch above the bowl, but it actually works halfway decently. Someone gets around the lock somehow and enters the cubical with me. I kind of expect trouble, and end up chasing some dirty looking woman out, but she may not have actually meant harm.

Eventually get back to the car, worried it might have been towed because I took longer than expected, and drive home to the Hickory house, where I have to avoid a bike or motorcycle in the driveway. Am kind of asking whose it is, then realize it must be Melody's boyfriend. Mom agrees. Playing with a cat, then a whole bunch of cats. Nice kitties who want and get lots of petting. Soon time to head out for a second trip, perhaps to the grocery store or something. But somehow I get distracted, and am now back from the second trip and getting ready for a third trip. Or maybe not. It's all kind of fragmented.

Eventually leaving the property again, now on my old scooter, with Pat on the back of it, going down a couple of steps slowly, which jostles her a bit, but I'm at least trying to avoid it. Driving down a long, gravel driveway like Grandma and Grandpa's older place in Washington, when there are a bunch of other people around, following us, and commenting on it. Scooter starts up whisper-quiet compared to a real motorcycle, and someone is commenting on it, while I am just trying to avoid having the cycle spill in the gravel.

Go down through a couple of small hills and some sand, turn a corner, and find the way half-blocked by street construction. One guy goes around a crane, but then another hauls away the board I was supposed to drive across, and I have to call out. It eventually swings back, and I perch the cycle on the swinging board, trying to keep my balance until it swings over another board which returns to the main road, and I drop a couple of feet and end up with the back of my cycle in some water, but manage to get out of it, and people are chuckling and joking about it, but all seems to be fine.

Somehow we're now at the entrance to a sort of shopping mall, and Tim Goodwin was one of the people with us, and he branches off to get ready to do his current work (which seems to be retail) at the mall, while Pat and I continue on. No idea where we are going to this time, and for a while Pat disappeared, but we now seem to be in Disneyland at the Rivers of America, because even though it is the middle of the night, we seem to be climbing onto the top of one of the Keel Boats, and quite near us the Columbia is sailing around, with an attractive blonde who looks a little like Anne (but isn't) wearing a cross between and Indian garment and either a Sea Singer or a Tetsu ports outfit, while practicing a song and dance. I point out the costume to Pat, while wondering about a connection between Runescape and Disney, then get out a camera and snap a picture of the beauty, who is a little shy, but doesn't seem to mind too much.

As we are pulling away from the dock, I catch a glimpse of some animal trying to jump aboard and look down to see a cougar or bobcat down on the dock, jumping at the top deck and just barely missing. I comment on it, and Pat doubts it until she sees it herself, then is a little worried, but the cat just barely misses again, Meanwhile, a small dog jumps on board the lowest deck without problem, and runs up to the top deck (of what is now a half Keel Boat, half Paddle Wheeler. Meanwhile, we see the Mark Twain in the distance, and they are singing sea shanties on it (more of a Columbia thing to do, but it's a dream, lump it), and Pat leans out to take a picture of it, while the person in uniform on the other boat makes some sort of comment and pulls out his own camera, and soon leans out over our boat to hand Pat a Polaroid of him taking a picture of her taking a picture. Nice bit of show there! Fun if weird, combination of stuff.

08/06/2017 -- Can barely remember earlier bits of this, though they involve a game or app on my phone and driving back and forth between two retention pond areas on a freeway (probably I-4 near downtown) where the app guides me down onto small islands in the retention pond, followed by being on the grounds of a high school style track meet where I am dodging the racers and trying to avoid bullying jocks. But details are not clear, and things soon change.

Meeting Dale at Disney World. I am kind of tired and worn down. I'm not sure where I am staying, and I am not sure but I may have even missed his trip, though I hope not. He seems to be staying at Animal Kingdom Lodge or something like that, and as I am trying to find his room, the numbers are doing their usual changing around, making things more difficult. But about that time, Dale calls out to me and leads me over to his rooms. It seems he has booked another large suite with several rooms, though there seem to be other people we don't know interspersed in some rooms in between the ones we're in. It's still a little odd.

So we're talking and visiting, and I find his mother is along on this trip as well, and getting ready for a final trip out to one of the parks or something with Dale. I;m too tired, and not up to going out, so he and his mother head out, mentioning on the way that Kevin is still in bed. So he's his usual under the weather, just sleeping and going o the bathroom, and I've got a headache and a lot of stress, and just hope KEvin will stay out of the way so I can take a nap. I wander into one of the overly air conditioned rooms, hoping to be able to find a spot in the sun to lay down on the floor and take a nap.

I find my spot in the sun, but for some reason there is no heat. Though we are several floors up, out our back door (one of those glass French doors) is a full meadow on our level (and how they do this for every floor is a puzzle lightly in the back of my mind even during the dream.) I still have a headache, and want to nap. I am also still feeling worried and confused, and am praying for guidance and closeness with the Lord, and having to fasten the door shut with one of those gate-style pieces of metal that you drop into a hole in the ground. The problem is that this doesn't provide a good seal, so the cool air is blowing in, while also meaning anyone who was walking along could open it again.

And of course, this is when Kevin walks in, loud and boisterous, when I just want to take a nap. I try to explain this, but he just can't stop talking, and after a few minutes I get up and stagger from the room, heading away from him and into one of the other rooms to try to get some sleep. But Dale and Betty are just making it back, and Dale is flying a large Chinese kite of some sort that was used in a recent (in the dream) Disney movie. This thing is like a silk banner, perhaps four feet wide and something like 20 feet long with a dragon screened onto it. He is pulling the thing along as it flaps in the breeze, while making puffing sorts of sound effects and humming a song from the movie that sounds vaguly like Toot, Whistle, Plunk, Boom. And in the process, his 'kite' is drifting over and covering one of the front desk people.

So I'm back outside the hotel, trying to find the room again (which is now on the second floor), and I know the room number I am looking for, but halfway down the hall the numbers change drastically, like I'm on another floor entirely or something. I have to turn around and head back down the hall, now looking on the other side, because obviously further down the way I was going is completely wrong. I find the rooms, but there are even more outsiders in between the two or three rooms of the suite that are ours, and I am worried about both where we are going (I am now homeless) and how long the airline flight is going to be (I'm worried about my blood pressure and flying), and even how much stuff I have in the hotel room and how much time it may take to pack it all up.

Next thing you know, someone is playing with a long (two segments, each about 6 to 8 feet long that are somehow fitted together) whip-like thing, it may be Kevin. Anyway, he drops the thing when he gets a slight CRACK out of it. I know that is what is supposed to happen, so I grab the thing and start swigning it, but I don't really know how to use one, so first I knock over a small vase or something. Then there is a huge (but friendly) creature that wanders around the place that is a cross between a large gorilla and one of the slow moving dungeon monsters from Runescape that you can ignore in the dungeons because they don't attack or anything, and I catch it with the whip, though I manage to not hurt it in the process. This is good, because even with a placid nature, if I'd hurt it, it could have really hurt me back, quite easily. Then with another swing, I manage to knock a huge, but fragile statue of the same beast off it's pedestal, and I finally realize I am dangerous with the darn whip, and unscrew the two parts and give them to Kevin to pack up.

So I am now gathering my stuff together, and just wandering around, and come across a small young lady who quite reminds me of Allison from the Adventurers Club, and she makes some kind of comment that seems to be an AC pucnh-line, as well, which has me trying to respoind in kind, just to try and figure out if she is from there, and if I know her ... because whereever we are now, we seem to be some distance from Florida. Anyway, she turns out not to be from the AC, but still is some kind of actor, and for some pleasant reason wants to be my friend, so by the end of the dream, I'm walking with her and smiling.

08-04-2017 -- First part I can remember of this, I have just taken off in a medium sized, but very fast private plane (think something about the size of the smallest major airline plane, but the speed of a Concord. After an extremely short take-off run, we are climbing at about a 45 degree angle. Can't say who is flying at first, but it very quickly turns into Director Leon Vance, though sometimes it is he who is flying it, and sometimes it is a character who is played by Morgan Freeman who is flying with us.

Anyway, I'm sitting in my seat, feeling my ears popping, and thinking how I ought to go up front and be able to see where we are, yet I am uncertain of trying to walk up the aisle while climbing at such a steep angle. Instead I wait until we level out a bit. But when I make my way up front, my eyes are kind of bugging out. We are flying over a mountain road, but we are hugging the mountain, flying just over the tree tops, dodging this way and that to make it around obstacles. I am about to ask about this, wondering what is wrong to cause us to fly this low, when I spot a bunch of other planes flying the same way, so whatever is going on, I guess it is supposed to be going on.

So I'm looking at all this, and watching these tons of planes flying low over the mountain roads, and the scenery is beautiful, and so amazingly close, and as I watch one plane catch a wing in a snowbank and flip over, I think I ought to be video taping all this ... too bad I don't have a camera. Then I remember, there is a camera on my cell phone. But of course, the moment I pull it out, we run out of daylight, and it is suddenly night, so I think I have missed my chance. But I take the camera out anyway, and start filming, and Morgan asks sarcastically if I have night vision on the thing, and as soon as he asks the picture being filmed starts to lighten up nicely, and then we are back to daylight and I am getting some amazing footage.

Slowly my phone is turning into my video camera, and as I flip open the view screen, a cat falls out of it's storage compartment on the camera. It seems to be a cross between Black Lightning and Ray. It is not blind, and not fully black, and a real cuddler ... and it does not belong on the airplane. Vance is making comments, and I am trying to explain that I didn't even know the cat was a part of the camera (which has now turned into a cross between a video camera and a laptop computer, now), and I am trying to fold it up and fit the cat back inside and put it away, but the cat wants more attention and petting, so is not making it easy. Meanwhile, Quinn is starting to make comments about maybe having to do something to the cat, since it is not allowed here.

I'm not sure, but I think I may have woke up briefly here (either that, or I started repeating the details of the dream to myself a couple of times to try and fix them in my memory within the dream), then fell asleep again, back into largely the same dream. I am now working as a sort of a temp in the NCIS office (which is located in a place that is half downtown Orlando by city hall, and half May Company area in Buena Park) wandering around, handling paper work things, while the agents are trying o solve cases around us.

Quinn is starting to put forth a theory to Gibbs. She says she is noticing something strange with the company vehicles that are being sent out and coming back in, and she is starting to see hints that they are being used for some sort of traitorous smuggling operation, and she is starting to pin it down to the person responsible. She is beginning to finger Clayton Reeves, and say he is going bad just like Jenny Shepard did, before him. Gibbs doesn't seem to be buying it, and can't understand the methods she is using to track this down, and nobody else seems to, either, but to be safe, they are trying to break into Reeves' encrypted files, using an automatic cracking program which is running on the floor, which indicates it could take up to something like 16 hours to crack the encryption.

Meanwhile, I am still carrying around boxes of papers, and Gibbs is turning into Dick Hardwick, playing the role of Gibbs, and I'm talking with Claudia, who is meeting him after work, and we're discussing actors and performers, and I am asking something about John Jorgenssen kind of 'deserting' the group as he went off to do other things, and we end up discussing his beautiful daughter who is now a budding country western star, and I'm surprised to learn he even had a daughter, as I thought he had all sons. And by this time Claudia has turned into Luralee, and the dream has somehow shifted for a couple minutes where I find myself elsewhere outside a place where I am renting a room from a combination of Rosemary and some guy that I have never rented a room from, but often dream I have, thinking I've managed to keep things a little cleaner this time, before I find myself crossing a couple of streets to get back to where I was talking with Luralee, except she is now possibly gone.

So I am standing by a drinking fountain, waiting for I have no idea what, when somebody that I think is the actress playing Quinn comes up, cleaning things. I am thinking of saying something to her, when somebody else comes up and makes a comment instead. The person responds by saying she isn't Quinn, she is only the cleaning lady, but they do look a lot alike, though she admits she isn't as wild as the Quinn actress is. About that time, the Leon Vance actor walks out of a room calling out loudly for Leon Vance. He does it once, twice, then you see the look on his face as he realizes he's calling out for himself, and has flubbed the scene, and he calls out a third time, "Leon Vance ... go screw yourself!" as everybody bursts into laughter. Kind of nice that my dream ended on a blooper.

07-29-2017 -- Well, this one is strange and abrupt. First thing I can remember, I am walking to Lucky or Thrifty for a bottle of soda, it is late at night, and there is this little kid who is asking me all kinds of questions. All I can remember of the conversation is being very snarky with all my answers. All I remember of the setting is being roughly at Tamarack and Dale, walking along. There is a creepy vibe, nothing with me and the kid, but just an odd feeling that something is wrong, just underlying everything.

The kid just suddenly reaches the point where he wants to go home, but I still want to get my soda, so he says something that hints at maybe stealing one or something, and I make a snarky comment about hoping he doesn't do so, because that would make him a bad person, instead of the good, but insufferably annoying person that I think he is. Anyway, I buy a two liter of A&W and stick it in my pocket, and we leave the store. We are soon walking on Tamarack headed for Hickory, and as we pass a very large black girl (late teens to early 20s) she makes some sort of rude and slightly threatening comment to me, and I can't figure out why. Can't see anything I've done or said to her to deserve it. Kind of glance at some slightly punk teen blacks in the area who don't seem to have any problem with me, and they just shrug, with no idea.

The kid sort of vanishes, so we probably passed his house and he wandered off. I am now walking down Hickory, and the ground is very wet, with puddles I am trying to avoid, and a couple of the black punks are doing the same, and we almost kind of get in each others' way in trying to avoid the puddles, but again, it causes no actual problems. Though I almost think there may be issues when I am forced to jump over someone's 10-speed, and I don't jump far enough and land on the middle of it. Thankfully, I am very light on my feet, so no harm done.

I wander along, now alone, and soon reach Greenleaf and cross over to my own block, and run into friends or associates at the corner house. This gets really weird, really quick. Me and a guy here are good friends, and somehow as a sort of a prank, he has got me dressing up in a powder blue sweater that belongs to one of the girls, and we are making comments to try and make her look at me closely enough to notice. The other girl (both of them are fairly cute at this moment, but that will change quickly) makes a comment about how she fills it out far better than I do, while the other is holding up various bits of lingerie and commenting on how I ought to try wearing the rest of her clothes, and I'm completely out of my depth.

The comment about filling it out better is becoming absurdly true, as the two girl are morphing into very freakishly odd people. The one whose sweater I am in has now got a set so large they are hanging down past her belly button, but that is almost normal, compared to the other. She is now over seven feet tall, dangerously thin, and wearing a sort of iso-skeleton-like set of crutches to even allow her to stand, while wearing a slightly see-through top, with her pair hanging down to her ankles, looking almost offensively freaky. We're all walking down the street, talking, and our discussion is turning more and more to spies and secret agents and handlers, and things are changing again.

I am still physically there, but I am turning into someone else, who is kind of whining about who I am being forced to handle, because it turns out the agent (or more properly the 'asset' 'I' am supposed to be keeping under some kind of control is Bellatrix Lestrange, and she's a stone-cold killer and bat-shit crazy), and the whole 'game' is getting out of hand. I turn off to walk into my back yard (though I am not me) when a poorly maintained lime green car turns into the driveway, and I start to run through the side yard toward the alley, because I know it is my handler, and I figure I am either in trouble for not controlling Bellatrix well enough, or for something evil that she's done, and I fear they are either going to kill me, or force me to do something horrible, so I am on the run.

Expecting to be shot at any moment, I dodge sideways through the supposed fence between my yard and the neighbors' yard, then into the alley and down a few yards. As the scene starts, I am Harold Finch from Person of Interest, but within a few seconds, he's the handler that I am running from.

There has just been a lightning strike, moments before I reached one place in the alley, and I climb the fence into a backyard that just had its satellite dish fried, where I run into a slightly older version of Claudia Christian, who is my sister or my girlfriend (not sure which), who is also forced to handle a crazed psychopath, and we're muttering about getting out of the 'game' while grabbing our things and trying to run out onto Dale and away, when we come face to face with another agent who looks kind of like a near-death Carrie Fisher with a gun ready to shoot us if we don't stop. Very strange and disjointed.

07-28-2017 -- Starts slowly. Driving around Orlando, trying to figure out how to get certain places. Taking what is probably to 408 to it's end over by UCF, but calling it one of the odd-numbered toll roads like the 417 or 429. Eventually somewhere more over near downtown, wandering around with Dale, and perhaps KPSB or Nick W. Maybe. Anyway, there is somebody that is somewhat punk-ish, but I still think or still hope is OK, and Dale ends up painting their picture, and does a remarkably decent job at it, so they don't destroy it or tear it up, but let him continue. Meanwhile, a cat gets its head stuck under a rock, and four or five other cats and kittens help to move the rock enough to free it and save it. Cool.

Meanwhile, there are a couple of girls, seemingly somewhat homeless or something, possibly with several kinds of various ages that they are trying to care for, and I am helping them put some groceries in a fridge, while a couple of older ladies come by who seem to be trying to help them out a bit. They seem to be trying to provide significant help, because they have bought 5 or 6 prepaid trac-phones for the girls to use, which seems like a fairly good investment for a couple of girls who they've just run into on the streets. Problem is, the girls seem to be involved with the punk and his friends, who are also punks, and who no longer have anything to do with people I know.

The punks are seeming to get more threatening, and because I dare even talk to the girls, are starting to push me around slightly and act like they may be starting to steal some of my stuff. Anyway, things move on a bit, and I have hiked through the downtown area for a distance, until I run into several of the girls and kids again, near the hospital, where they seem to be trying to get some help, trying to sign up for benefits or something, while seeking minor medical aid. A bunch of us are sitting in the area, and being called on one at a time to speak forth our relationship, and I end up calling out something like concerned bystander, and am trying to help out by explaining the ladies who helped them out with the prepaid phones in the hopes that it will help them get benefits. But the guy in charge is explaining how the biggest need is for a stable address where they can get mail which is not owned by the council. (Yes, my dream is starting to sound British here.)

Eventually I leave the hospital, and head back to the area where I started in, and am starting to gather up my things, but a couple of the punks are coming back and becoming a problem again. I try to get rid of them, both by sending them off to the hospital, and by warning them that the girls are my friends, and they will be mad at them if they pick on me, but they continue lightly shoving me, and making grabs for some of my stuff. By this point, I've packed all my stuff up, and am wearing two large backpacks (one of them a European-style hiking pack) and pulling two large suitcases, and am simply trying to get away. I've got my Corolla parked around the corner, but they have at least one motorcycle, so I don't want to lead them to it, but want to lose them, first, then get in the car and drive away.

There are a couple of uniformed cops standing around, and I am considering going to them for help, but I decide against it for now, and move a block over and head down the road a bit. At one point I put a little distance between myself and the guy following me, but then a lady gets knocked to the ground by the crowd and he helps her back up, and says something about being an Uber driver. I ask him about it a few minutes later, and he admits he is not, and says he just said that because I was an Uber driver. Odd stuff.

We wander through a flea market-like area where I am glancing at some used books, but it is getting late and the place is shutting down and locking up, so we have to reverse directions and get out of there, which leads back to walking back the way we came, near where all this started. The one punk is still keeping an eye on me for all the other punks, and I am getting desperate enough to consider approaching the cops to ask for help. If they can distract and hold off the punks for a few minutes, I might be able to get my car and drive away. The problem is, though the cops have not stopped us from walking back into the area (strangely), they are in the middle of blocking everything off, and are holding machine guns in their hands at the ready.

I realize that something is going down, and glancing up, see another machine gun sticking out a window, but notice it is a cop holding it. Things are obviously getting very tense, and suddenly something seems to break, and more and more shots start ringing out. Cops are firing up into the buildings towering around us (this is starting to look far less Orlando, and far more NYC) and people are firing down from the buildings into the cops. I see a couple of cops shot, and collapsing to the ground, bleeding heavily. There is a seemingly homeless woman who is calling out, demanding to give her back her gun, as she could use it better than the person who currently has is, and it seems she may be under cover, but she's shot down. By this time, several of us innocent bystanders are cowering on the grounds. I am actually underneath my backpacks and suitcases, which probably makes me a fair bit safer.

More people are being shot, and several of us are just huddling here, but several others are grabbing us, and pulling us under and inside some of the buildings, hoping to get us out of range of the shooters. Some of the people have been shot, and are bleeding as they are being pulled along, but the ones pulling are hoping they are only minorly injured. Others, like myself, are unharmed, but either in shock or playing dead, and just being pulled along. Big sections on buildings are swinging up or down on large hydraulic systems, opening or closing access to large areas, and we are worried because we don't know what is happening.

One lady (older than the teen girls looking for help, but seemingly younger than the middle aged ladies who were helping) who seems to be in her late 30s or early 40s sees me being dragged along there, and seems to be worried about me, and she is kind of cute, so I am considering getting up and speaking to her, but that's about when I woke up.

9/10/17
A monster hurricane was forecasted for the east coast. For southern New England, snow. I don’t remember anything else.

9/12/17 (L)x3 L2x3 DILDx3 WBTB
I recall very little about the LDs, other than the dominant the color in one of them was gray.
-1-I was driving a blue van in Egypt when I heard the possibility that 3 of the Pyramids were going to be removed due to the nature of their origin. Since only certified people could drive in the place I was, I got a cop behind me. I turned left at the light, and tried to pull over, but the brakes were stiff, as if the vehicle was off.
Lucid Time: 3-4 minutes

super late bedtime. Dang Netflix to heck!

+ In a building, people about, sort of a hospital? I and my team are setting up in a hallway and when some people try to enter I shoo them away

Outdoors with people in a parking-lot-like place, there (shopping carts?) full of objects (flowers?) that we're checking out.

+(f) outdoors talking with someone about university level math, something starting with "D" is not as hard as it looks, I say

1. So I was sitting in the backseat in my mom's car, and she was driving. The sky was overcast with dark clouds, and the air was cool and crisp. I had no idea where we were going, but I was just enjoying the fall-ish vibes. I look down at my phone, but I do not remember what I was doing on it. I look up from my phone and notice that my mother has suddenly vanished, and now there is no one driving the car. Obviously this trips me out. Luckily the car is going in a straight path, but as I look ahead I see that I don't have much path left ahead of me until the car goes straight into a cave.
I decide that now is a good time to climb over the back seat and take control as the new driver. As I start climbing into the driver's seat I experience much difficulty. The back seat is so high that I have to squeeze my body through the top opening with much effort. At this point the car is now starting to enter the cave. I see a wall in the path of the car and realize that I do not have much time left. I end up getting stuck in between the back and front seats, and am now helpless dangling, having no idea at all what to do.
An idea pops into my head. Suddenly I yell "Stop!" at the HUD display in the front seat. Nothing happens. I once again yell "Stop" and now the car starts to slow down, but alas, tis not slowing down fast enough. The car slams into the cave wall at what seems like 20 to 30 miles per hour. Twas not a soft impact, but I felt no pain, only pressure. Still dangling between the seats, I once again continue my efforts of freeing myself. It works. I get out of the car and look around. It's dark, but not too dark. I see that I am at the end of the cave, or at least so it seems.
I look at the dead end of the cave and notice that there's an extremely small clearing, but it is not anywhere near big enough for me to fit through. Suddenly I hear an extremely loud boom, and the clearing that I am currently looking at lights up as though something on the other side exploded. I then hear people talking, and I assume that there is some sort of mining operation going on. The momentary silence that was had ended abruptly with another loud boom. The booms continued to occur for the next few minutes or so. It was such a strange feeling, hearing these booms because the ground literally shook every time and I could feel the explosion.
Somehow I find myself on the other side, but I have no idea how. If I remember correctly I did attempt to fit through the opening and made it through, but why I wanted to get closer to wherever these explosions were coming from I have no idea. I am now deeper inside the cave. An odd situation has arose out of the blue. Around me I see many people walking about, but I know not what they were doing. I felt as though I was in some sort of underground cave city. There were stores and food places everywhere. I encounter a group of people, but they look as though they have some sort of disease.
I am a little apprehensive to talk to them, but I do so nonetheless. One of the women in this group approaches me. She has no hair and her skin looks as if she has been burnt to death; and her face is disfigured. She tells me of a virus that is passing through this cave city. I am now unnerved as I look around and notice just how strange everyone in this group of people around me look. The woman suddenly touches me, and poof, just like that I am infected with this virus. I am not sure if my appearance was changed suddenly, but I felt different. I looked at my arms and hands and they now had the appearance of being burnt. My skin looked awful.
Out of no where, everyone starts sprinting out of sight. I follow along, having not the slightest clue as to what is going on. I follow the woman in particular. The woman, I, and two other infected people hide in a hole in a wall that is nearby. The other two people, along with myself, hide in the shadows so as not to be seen by whatever is coming. The woman however stands right at the opening, watching for something. Suddenly I hear the voices of men yelling. They all have assault rifles and are covered in armor and gear. They approach our location. Once they come up to the opening where we were hiding. they take the woman. As they take her by both of her arms she looks back at me with a sort of hopelessness in her face.
The rest of us were not seen by the soldiers. That was the last I saw of the woman.