Sydney's Nightly Adventures

I remember being on a factory's land. I looked upon where it was supposed to stand; only to find bits of charred rubble, blackened debris, and scorched grass. I wonder what had happened here. All of a sudden, I heard people's voices call out from down below. Like in the ground. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but they were probably calling for help. I heard the voices the strongest under a pile of burned debris, but I couldn't lift it. For some reason I just walked off.

I came to a restaurant parking lot. The restaurant was quite open; it didn't have a door, just a very large archway leading into the building. I walked inside and saw a large buffet that lined the left wall. Beyond that, ahead of me, was another large archway that lead to where people were sitting down, eating. I looked on in awe, because I was hungry.

Suddenly, my mom appeared beside me. I don't know why. She was just there. I think she came to eat, or she heard about the factory explosion and was worried about me being out there all alone.

We walked back to the site of the explosion and heard the voices again. We just didn't know what to do. No one knew how the explosion was caused. As I moved toward the right to get a good view of the site, I accidentally hit a pail, causing a nearby ladder to wobble in its standing position. It was weird; these ladders and pails that were all holding something together.