{dream}

I'm traveling across America, on foot, with an anonymous companion. We are walking from coast to coast. As we pass through empty Midwestern country, we reach the entrance of an abandoned underground shopping complex. While we begin to explore this relic a fierce thunderstorm forms rapidly outside and begins to spawn a clutch of tornados. We move deeper to shield ourselves from the storm overhead, passing an empty food court just as the winds begin to scream and claw at the levels above.

After the storm subsids, I begin to make my way back to the surface. As I approach the entrance again from the inside, the complex comes alive with people and the sound of French being spoken. I soon emerge from a subway tunnel in Paris, having traveled much further than I had intended and wondering how I will ever get home.