My boyfriend and I lived in a one room shack in a mall parking lot. I sat on top of our car, with light, flowing textiles wrapped around me. A soft breeze was blowing and the mountains around me were verdant and full of wildlife. People stared at me suspiciously as they walked by. It felt like liberation. 

 Got stuck in an urban rooftop world of fancy restaurants and clubs. After being chased out of the first one for smearing an expanding pile of ketchup, I went looking for a way down. People were ricocheting on the tops of bay windows. I found several other ways down, that all were unsatisfactory: Stairs that ended, chutes that got smaller, tiny pedals that snapped when I stepped on them. I sat down, exhausted. A jovial man chatted with me and then jumped, plummiting to his death...though he dissipated before landing. 

 At a party wearing winter boots with high heels. Started running down an icy hill only to start sliding. Slid down very fast for what seemed like miles. At the bottom, I realized I would have to crawl back up the hill. I was daunted and afraid. 

 Top floor of skyscraper in a rec room for executives. In the center, a large steaming valve was opening and closing. We were a group of protesters who had stormed the building and began to sing, "We won't wait". Then, one by one, young protesters jumped into the valve. Suicide? I began to panic. 

Maze dream on a train. Lost, trying to get back to my car and finding many obstacles of a fun-house variety. In one car, people were playing a games. One involved enormous pieces of modular art. The object was to move "pieces" in an effort to test one's artistic sensibilities. I tried to participate but the facilitator refused to explain the rules. Soon after, the game had changed to monopoly. 

I was having an excellent time at a party. I had worn a lovely straw hat and was feeling very social, loved and accepted. I went for a walk and my hat blew off. Two people on a tall tractor rescued it. I smiled at them, gesturing that it was mine. They drove off laughing with my hat. Things went downhill after that. 

Post-apocalypse, communications severed.. I delivered an inspirational speech to a group of survivors.  Also, I'd written our story in a newspaper, leaving the remainder blank so that others could add stories. Eventually, I said,  it would find someone with access to a printing press. This gave them great hope.