Dream #12

I was living in Miami and had a job where I got to work from home everyday. The leadership of the company mandated that we have our cameras on during the work day. I wore a costume to fuck with them. News of a bomb going off comes over my phone’s emergency notification. Later, reports of multiple bombings began to emerge. Miami was under attack by a serial bomber. I run out of the house, but come to a dead end at a canal filled with alligators. It seemed I only had two ways out - fight the alligators or take my chances with the serial bomber. I came up with a third option and went to a Grateful Dead concert where the hallucinogenics gave people super powers.