I am on a space ship looking out the window. There is a large city with skyscrapers visible out the window. It is very close, like the view coming in from a plane. We are now in an office setting but something is terribly wrong, eventhough no one is panicing. The problem seems to be that the physical buildings and the contents are slowly terriating or disolving. The people are not directly effected.
I am in an office environment where we continure our routines mostly. One guy has a bit of a panic attach and hides inside a cabinet, but is talked out by the boss. I can see the rusting and bending of the cabinet.
A group of women file in and I examine one closely imagining getting closer to her.
I am out side the building watching different groups gather. There is an air of repressed hostility. I am now under a pair of brick walls crouching down as a tank rolls over us. The walls beging to crumble and I barely escape being crushed by rolling out from under.
I am back out on the hill that surrounds a large quad. Alex is with me and we casually pick apart some packaging to separate sone sticky pads that we plan on building something with to pass the time. I am carefull to collect all the packaging that fallen to the ground so I don't leave a mess.
I wake neutral and glad to have spent time with my son.