dream
something happened and there were no more cops. i still live in the greenhouse but so do about 50 people. we are listed on a sheet of crash houses along with our max capacity and the person to talk to about staying there. the streets durn into trashy alleyways with strange roadblocks in them made of garbage and razor wire. there are no more cars, as i ride my bike around the street morphs through a hundred different roads ive biked on before. i go to dean haakensons house and drink a drop from a dripper that is apparently full of acid. leah rides the bike and i hang on to the handlebars. its dangerous outside and i have a very small gun that may not shoot real bullets. i also have a short whip, i give these things to adrian and herman when i get home. my room is full of other people, refugees.