I am in a large multi-story apartment complex. It's the middle of the day and I look out the window in the streets. There are all of these protestors who are angry about gay marriage and homosexuality that are causing a lot of chaos in the streets. I see a few of them breaking into houses and buildings - being very violent and harming people they thought were gay. There were lots of people trying to protect their property and I was there trying to help them. Strangely enough as I am gazing down onto the street I spot my ex-girlfriend from high school, Chelsie. She is wearing a white hoodie and is with the rallyers. I'm surprised and disappointed. A group of people start invading our building - including her. She climbs into a window and the moment she gets inside I walk up and confront her. "Chelsie! What the hell?! Why are you with these people? You are one of the most liberal people I know!" She looks away avoiding eye contact. "I'm just trying to make sure people don't get hurt," she says. That didn't make any sense as she was clearly walking with them and not doing anything to stop them. Our old friend Danielle is with her - also avoiding eye contact. There's a whole group of people in the hallway with us now. "Look, regardless of whether or not you agree with gay marriage or homosexuality, people have a right to be safe and they have the right to privacy. No one should be breaking and entering into people's homes!" I sigh and go outside to try to help people evacuate the area. I see a helicopter flying overhead - going toward a launch pad to pick up escapees. I run in that direction trying to guide a couple of parents and their children toward it so they can get in and leave safely.
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