A dream I had last night: Similar to a new year countdown, people counted down the end of the world. At midnight, everything stopped functioning as it had. Only a few people with generators had electricity which powered all social media (Facebook, Twitter, etc.). The social media spewed propaganda that was linked up to every human wrist. Homes and businesses were looted and women were raped right before my eyes. Most people walked around sobbing and in a daze. Everyone was looking for someone or something. I was looking for old Italian bakeries my grandfather had frequented when he lived in Brooklyn. I carried around a broom so I could clean up piles of broken glass that lay in the streets. I was terrified of every futuristic moment.
