The recurring dream is almost apocalyptic.  Outside: always muddy, Roads impassable, Low lands flooded. Inside we live a primitive existence.  No electricity any more, the lines have been long flooded under.  Vehicles still run if you can find a path to town.  They are a bit better off in town but the threat of being robbed or worse by the roving gangs is a real nightmare in the city.  I’d rather be in my home.

Only one dream started with me at work.  Whatever happened happened quickly and all I wanted to do was get home.  I got so far and suddenly was walking.  There were several other people with me with the same goal of getting to their homes.  I had a 6 mile hike to mine.  We walked through the wooded areas staying off the roads where the gangs traveled in their big white extended cab pick up trucks.  At one point we hid in an abandoned building looking out the window as 3 men exited one of these trucks.  All had rifles.

These dreams are so real I find myself staring suspiciously at big white pick up trucks, especially those with gun racks.