Let’s see … I was in Florida, in the process of travelling to Atlanta to meet with some Professor to discuss Magnolia trees … I arrived, and we walked on some fictitious campus with a row of Magnolia trees planted, like how they have at Bicentennial Park in Nashville, Tennessee.
I seem to recall some concrete blocks where a subway station should have been built … I guess the government ran out of funding. G. and I bemoaned the fact that they didn’t complete the subway: “They should have put a station here….”
Something led the wife and I to travel to our Nation’s Capital, probably on related business (in Florida, I was doing some planting, related to the trees … something like that). We’re on Constitution Avenue, walking by government buildings at high noon when everything went pitch black! The darkness was overwhelming. I wondered if the sun had gone out … and how long before the conditions would become unlivable … and what I could do to save my family before that happened….
Slowly, things became visible. We headed to a Metro Station as snowflakes began to fall. The snowflakes were blood red. I realized we were witnessing fallout from a nuclear attack … the sun was still in place, it was just covered by tons and tons of dirt blasted into the atmosphere.
Somehow, we ended up in New York, on the Subway. I heard a news blurb that people on the LIRR were not allowed to leave the train … better to keep those crowds of people in place, the officials said. The train kept a’rollin’ down those tracks.
We were on, like, the E train or something when the power cut out … just as we were going down a decline. The train actually sped up … the conductor or whoever had to manage the emergency brake, turning it on and off a few times, in order to keep us from derailing. Some train official was in our car, saying how our train was designed to go that fast … we all hoped we’d make it to the next stop.
The power came back on, and we rolled into a station in Queens. G. and I got off the train, and headed for the stairs.
I ended up off Queens Blvd, where they have a bunch of shops. I ended up in one, with tall tables and bar stools. There were a few people inside of varied backgrounds … an older black guy with a scraggly beard invited me to have a seat. I took off my coat and bookbag, and sat down. Later, at night, I checked the bathroom, found soap, and cleaned my wounds (from the fallout). Earlier, I had encouraged the others to do the same, to prevent infection since the hospitals were probably overwhelmed.
It was still dark and cloudy….
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