I saw the dirt all around me was blood red. I stood before a segment of a jet black slab of wall. No one was being allowed to go past the wall. I couldn’t tell why this was the case. I speculated it was a biological, nuclear, or even an illegal immigrant bomb. Then, I went back to the city. The streets were dark and empty. I was heading toward the closest  parking lot. The office buildings this parking lot were attached to had been renamed Progress Energy Mall, and it was to host a pro-state rally. Progress Energy must have been more focused on sponsoring Rollerball teams or something. The darkness created a scary and ominous walk through town with screams and sounds of scuffles coming from every alley. I wanted to run, but wasn’t able to since this new world led me to be messed up on opium every day.

This was one of those dreams that haunted me all day long. Hopefully it’s not a prophetic dream. Kind of makes me want to set up my own anti-Hillary 527 to get someone else in there. Then I can be blessed with Romney or McCain-inspired dreams. Oh, joy…