somehow, santarpios is near the hotel, even though i am nowhere near east boston, so i go around the corner to get a pizza. everyone there knows my name and usual order, a pie with hot cherry peppers and garlic. i confuse them by changing my order because i am worried about my breath smelling bad with one of the chicks back at the hotel.
i head back to the hotel and the dream shifts. there has been an earthquake up and down the eastern seaboard, and the financial crisis has plunged the country into a depression. there is violence and chaos in the streets, and i am filled with an overwhelming panic to get home to my family.
i see a news report of a highway torn in two and firefighters are trying to rescue an enormous tiger that has fallen into a crevasse. the tiger has had his teeth and jaw ripped away by lions, who the firefighters are fighting back while trying to free the tiger.

i set off from the city i am staying in and find myself on a road through the woods alongside an abandoned strip of highway. there is a bus overturned on the side of the road. people are looting it. i join in and try to maintain order, but still realize i need supplies. i find some shoes and join a group of people who are traveling away from the city.
i end up meeting up with my family, and find out everyone is ok. we are on a bus, but soon part ways somehow?
i travel for a long time and find myself in a flooded rural town with a new group of travelers. we are floating on homemade rafts and in shopping baskets. there is a baby with us now and an older man who inspires us not to give up. i am attacked by a young couple who try to steal my shoes, but i fight them off and return to the group.
we make our way out of the flooded basin and find a road along the town. we see a number of houses, some boarded up, some abandoned, all foreboding. we walk a long time and find ourselves on the outskirts of another city, in a bad part of town, where most of the residents have remained in squalor. i am afraid of being attacked. we travel from a hispanic neighborhood into a nicer black neighborhood. people are listening to news reports. the radio says something about how we have all paid for this current crisis with "our guns." i am filled with dread.
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