april 4, 2014
i’m on a camping trip of some sort, not exactly sure where i am. it seems there are indoor facilities as well as my tent outside. i’m with someone, i think M. we’re set up very close to another site, almost sharing the space.
i’m gathering folding chairs, thinking about throwing some away but remembering i need some for the wedding. there’s a loud sound cutting through the air outside, sounds like helicopters, probably military. i go outside.
i can make out the silhouettes of black hawks, marine one, and those little two-seaters. i yell back inside that “it’s POTUS!” at that moment, the two-seaters, all of them, start to drop and crash into the water. one of the black hawks circles back and drops into the water as well.
i’m aware that these must be radio controlled, unmanned drone helicopters, used as decoys in the president’s aerial convoy. but i’m also aware that we’ve witnessed a waste of millions of taxpayer dollars. there’s an immediate fear that washes over us.
we have only a limited amount of time to clear out of there before the military comes for us. we are witnesses and we need to be silenced. we’re scrambling to decide what to take with us in our cars. i grab a box of legos and decide that they must come. also the folding chairs. i should be able to load them in the car. but which way will we drive? back to the city, toward home? or do we head north?
i wake up before i figure it out.
