March 26
I’m in a house with friends, it’s out of state from where I currently live. My friend has had too much to drink and I need to get him home. The driveway is circular… he drove a truck here and I drove a car. I pull my car around to the front of the house, it is attached to his truck by a long band of fabric, but attached to the back of his truck so that when I drive forward the truck would drag behind me in reverse. I’m explaining to my friend that we have to get to his house quickly, because if a cop sees us we’ll get pulled over, it’s illegal to tow a car in this manner.
As we drive out of the neighborhood I see a building in front of me, at the top of the hill where the street I’m on hits the main cross street. The building is gray and not well maintained, there is something (a sign?) broken and propped against the wall on one side. I know that we are near TS’s house and I think about stopping by to say hello, but I need to get moving because I’m already late and have a long way to drive. I’m not entirely sure how to get to where I need to be, but I see a sign for the freeway (I-84) and I head in that direction.
My car has now dissolved away from me, people on the freeway are not in cars, they are moving along by sitting (as if on a skateboard) and pushing with their hands to pick up speed. I’m pushing hard, trying to get a decent amount of speed going… and I come to a tunnel. The tunnel curves to the right, and is lined with photos, memorials… family members are pulling over to visit the memorials of the dead. I’m disturbed by the conversations I’m hearing as I pass through this area – this is a society that eats their dead… They are talking about it as if discussing recent sports scores in the news. There is a robot device trying to find my friend – our lives are in danger and we have to hide. I’ve turned down an alley and I’m ducking behind a dumpster.
