"we don't want to live by violence, but we still want to live"

Dreamed on 15.11.17.2352

In a large supermarket? or movie theater? Struggling to get out among the masses of people in light of the event. I make it back to the house earlier than Rachel and start securing the house--see her, greet her excitedly, finish securing the house together. Realize that one of the rooms (the greenhouse-y room where we grow... peppers? mushrooms? something like that that we've managed to grow in this dusty world--is open to the outside except for flaps of plastic and can't be secured. Men show up in motorcycles and we hide and listen and watch as they find the greenhouse and talk about the vegetables--they leave without taking any, but we know they'll be back now. What can we do in this world if we don't want to live by violence, but we still want to live?

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