This dream started as I stood at the bottom of a tall brown brick skyscraper with steel cables that led to the top and sloped outward toward the ground, creating a steep graded slant all around the square perimeter.
Tractor trailers were lined up at the base.
A loud electronic sounding buzzer went off and yellow fog lights lit up spinning on top of the trucks.
The doors to the trailers opened and children started jumping out followed by what looked like private contract militia members, dressed in all black with black beanies and tactical gear, holding assault rifles.
The...