DREAM # 1

Night of November 1, 2011
New York

I dreamt of a world that is the same as this one we live in but we fought on the last line of resistance.  Our community was based in a central location with all looking out for each other.

The defining element in this world was that every so often, a rift from the underworld would open and allow one to access 'hell'.  Those that lived in the community were not immune to such evil as they would physically turn white and act zombielike if they were infected with this sickness.  Hope was not lost because when one would turn white, you could hit them in the throat or slightly choke them to try to release the evil disease.

The sense of an impending end to the battle was at hand as those of us in the community were quickly getting infected and a plan of action to invade the underworld was being engaged.  Rifts were closing faster than expected but eventually Gus and I were able to access a small pipe and entered the underworld.

Much to our surprise it was very similar to our world as we were implanted into what seemed like a subway station.  We were greeted by a group of females that seemed nice and wanted us to follow where they were headed.  After a short debate, we decided that they were not a part of the rebellion and proceeded upstairs to a communal gathering.

Our plan to overthrowing the evil regime turned out to be more complicated than expected because there weer no distinguishing features to discern who was good, bad, or the devil.  The presence of the devil seemed to transfer as each testifier spoke to the large crowd.  Our second objective of bringing people back to the revolutionary community was underway as I awoke.

What was our exit Strategy?