Foreign terrorists had won the hearts and minds of regular citizens of the United States of America. The government couldn't do anything about it beyond its usual bluster and basically telling the citizens "You're really bad so we're going to punish you because you deserve it." Of course they're vague about what the citizens deserve in the first place. Do they deserve the terrorism as punishment for being bad or do they deserve the loss of freedoms? Anyway I decided to start keeping an eye out on things.

I stuck to the convenience stores. They started looking like a cross between gas stations and banks since the lone cashier was imprisoned behind three bulletproof glass windows and a reinforced counter. Some cases had the person living at their job. With my trusty camera I would take surreptitious pictures at all angles along with a few shots of the clerk's living area. This time I saw that there was a huge mirror on the opposite wall, like the back of a bar. While chatting up the clerk who was watching either a Mexican or Arabian soap opera, I put the camera on the counter and aimed upwards at the mirror to get the wall I couldn't see. There was a huge digital clock on the left hand side which was counting down to something. On the other side there were pictures of family.

The bell on the door dinged merrily and a rag-tag group of elderly people, children and a few retards stumbled through wearing bright clothes. They smiled and the building was immolated in an explosion so powerful that I couldn't guess if the clerk's haven still stood after the holocaust.

Being dead, I appeared in a desert. There were a few other people who were wandering around, some stuck to a stretch of abandoned highway. That's when I discovered I could only crawl. I could stand but any attempt to move had me falling forward on my hands then scurrying in the chosen direction. As night fell, I found a cave and followed it down to its depths. Turns out the cave was a failed subway project that went down three levels. When I jumped down to the third and final level, I didn't hit anything having fallen through a hole and kept falling until I splashed into some water. A minute later I splashed out the other side of the water into a dark, grimy detective's office.

This woman started telling me about how she wants me to work for her, things she wants me to accomplish for her and whatever organization that's paying her bils. Occasionally people would fall through the ceiling and get the same spiel.

So I'm back out on the sand crawling like a baby. Another person in a wheelchair is whipping along the highway, another is running on his legs much to my consternation. I didn't listen to the woman, I now had a sense of purpose and a drive to take on these citizen-terrorists. In particular there was one woman who was known for doing horrible things to animals. Plus I knew she bore the same antipathy towards me. The group made its way along the abandoned highway heading towards the mountains. On the side of the road I could see our quarry, they were running parallel to us in the scrub. Funny thing, there's a divider on the highway and on the other side are cars stopped in traffic headed in the opposite direction. The way they're giving us nasty looks makes me think we're part of a movie.

The highway stops abruptly against a mountainside. No tunnel, no bridge, no incline just stops dead at the foot of the mountain. Our backs against the wall, we faced off with our particular nemeses. Someone on our side announces "It's a dream. Reach behind you and grab your imagined weapon!" I decide to get a long sword and end up with a dagger that looks more like a breadknife. This animal abusing bitch is right in front of me and it would only take a second to cut open her throat. A minute to decapitate her and clean the world of her presence. That's when the dream ended.