I found myself lost on a familiar street full of merchants peddling corporate goods. Many of the people seemed injured, possibly handicapped from birth. Finally a familiar face appeared in the crowd. "Carl" I said, "What day is it?" "Monday or Tuesday" he replied Looking exhausted like a soldier fresh from battle. "Well, what time is it, where am I?" I questioned further. "The city of Charlotte, at The End of California." He replied. "The year 2416." My next question escaped my lips with a sudden desperation. "Where is Serena? I have to find her!" "She stays over by the TV station." He replied. "Where is that?" I asked. "I don't know man, I don't know." He vanished into the crowd.
I must have stumbled into a vortex, a wormhole into an alternate reality.
I had a destination at least. And as I began to question this reality, I awakened from my dream, wondering if I would ever find her.