a fucked up dream durring the night of 3..3.09

i found myself sitting on a couch in a dim lit room surrounded by a group of people that i don't know, there is only familiar face in the crowd. we are all drinking, smoking and having a good time. we run out of supplies, so i offer to make a beer run. in the cover of night i get on my bike and start riding. i soon find myself with out a clue of where i am going. lost and confused i stop at a store to find out where i am. while standing a long line i run into a long lost friend. after a brief chat, we make our way to his house where once again we are in a dim lit room. he makes a few phone calls..Frantically dashing for the door we quickly make our way to a house in the dilapidated section of town. A short while passes, we make our way back to his place to cut a hole in his hardwood floor where he will place a sacred item. i leave his house, it is mid afternoon and i am now in center city Philadelphia, it starts to thunder and lighting off in the distance. there is a large crowd standing in the streets and they are all looking up. i look to see a man holding some sort of stick on top of a skyscraper and off to the right is a women doing the same thing on a different building. lightning strikes the man turning him into a thick dark smoke that starts to engulf the city. the entire crowd starts running in fear. i run 20 blocks home to escape the smoke, i start duck taping all the cracks around the windows and doors. i finish the front door just as my roommate gets home, i look outside to see everyone had placed all of their worldly possessions on the streets. i run to the vacant streets and start collecting all different types of bikes and parts. within minuets my living room is full. i go out for one last trip. i grab one more bike and a bag full of food. as i make my way back to my house the rain starts and the smoke moves in. i start to choke ................................. I AWAKE