Nazrax

Waiting for the subway
I'm waiting for the subway; a number of other people are also sitting around, waiting. We've been waiting for a long time. Somehow, I miss it. I ask someone how long it'll be and whether it runs on a regular schedule; it seems I'll be here for a while.


Walking around downtown
I'm walking with my wife around a rather nice downtown area with attractive buildings and lots of green space. It's fairly close to where we live. Katie's started selling in an organic market near where we are, so we should go buy something from her to encourage her.

On the way we stop at a pizza place for my wife. She orders while I walk around and look at what's available. The restaurant is a large circular room with a cash register in the middle and glass counters (with food behind them) all around the edge. When I walk back over to the register, I see a bunch of plates laid out with slips of paper with names on them, waiting to have their order filled. I laugh because my name, not my wife's, is on the order. The cashier asks me if everything is ok, and I explain why I was laughing.


The restroom
I've just walked into a public restroom. I lock the door and turn around, but when I see that it's actually a fairly large bathroom with a number of urinals and stalls I unlock it again. There's one toilet sitting outside a stall near the urinals; there's no way I'm using that. I go into a stall and lock the stall door, but then I realize that the stall only has a half wall, and that I can see outside the bathroom through the gap.


The restaurant
I'm in a rather nice restaurant. Our table is near the main doors; the doors are open, and everything is wide open and airy. I go to find the restroom and end up in a cafeteria. It looks like any normal school cafeteria, except that instead of seats or benches, it has toilets. Everyone is sitting on the toilet lid; but people can relieve themselves whenever they need to.
I go back to our table and tell everyone else about the cafeteria/bathroom I found. A couple of strangers start giving me a leg massage. I see Bob, and he looks really old, with lots of missing hair and lots of spots on his face.


The field
I'm in a fairly level, wide-open field. A couple of trees are dotted around, but mostly it's just grass. I'm trying to load stuff into our van. Seth is standing a long way away aiming a hose at us; my daughter is running around trying to avoid getting wet.


Dystopian escape
I'm trying to escape from something. I'm jumping between pieces of ground that are rising out of and falling into lava. Eventually, I jump to a piece that has a manhole cover on it, and I know I'll be safe, that this piece won't sink back into the lava.
Now I'm in an apartment. Another man is here; he lives with me, but I don't talk to him at all. I'm worried about my friends; they decided to escape through the labyrinth, but I haven't seen them since. The leader gave me a phone number to call only in an emergency, so I call it. The woman on the phone wants to know how I got this number; I can't remember the name of the man who gave it to me, but I describe him to her, and she knows who I'm talking about. She asks if I'm interested in high energy particle physics, and I don't know how to answer. I explain that the other leader took my friends into the labyrinth to escape from the guards, and I haven't seen them since, and ask if she can help free them. I also explain my fears that they may have caught the plague down there.
Right then, my roommate warns me that guards are coming, so I throw my tablet phone under the nightstand. Some guards come in to scan us to see if we're sick. I'm worried that the woman on the phone will speak and that they'll find the phone, but she doesn't speak and they don't find it. They leave, but they come right back and take my roommate with them.