It was a weird dream--


We did get attacked, it was live in the news. I knew the poison was coming. At first there were just explosions, and I'm not sure where they came from. It was futile, but I wanted to try to get out.

I got on the motorcycle and headed out of town. I passed these rows of houses that looked distressed and mostly abandoned. Everything seemed brown and colorless.

And then I looked over my shoulder, towards the ocean, and I saw it. It exploded near the ground and sent four large plumes of smoke up and out, like some kind of deadly flower reaching full bloom in ten seconds.

I kept on. It was just a few minutes later that the first of the little white pellets started to hit my skin. They were small and very light, and it felt like riding through light rain, except there was no water in the sky. The highway was completely crowded and it was hard to navigate. It was getting hard to see. The pellets were burning. My eyes were burning and I think I remember struggling to keep my eyes open...