I was in a city, possibly Harrisonburg, and John (PDC manager for Mercedes in Texas) was with me. He was showing a black Maybach to a potential customer. He opened the back door on the driver's s side, and I wound up getting into the back. I was thinking about how much room there should be in the back seat because of the stuff I've see in real life about the reclining seats in the back. He closed the door on me, got into the driver's seat, waited for the customer to get into the passenger front seat, and then we left and went to head towards Mike's (former step-father) house.
On our way to Mike's house, we passed by Lower Manhattan. It was the fifth anniversary of the World Trade Center attacks, and they were supposed to be dedicating a new building that was going to stand in place of the original twin towers. I'm not sure if I thought it, or if someone around me said it, but I realized that this was going to be an opportunity for a new group of attackers to try the whole thing over again to take out the new building.
As we passed by Lower Manhattan, I saw that the top floor of the building was indeed on fire, and thick black smoke was billowing everywhere. We assumed that there had been another attack, and we left the area quickly and arrived at Mike's house.
After arriving there, I got out of the car, and I was in the front yard area just out from the end of the house. There were some other people there, but I'm not sure who they were. There were a number of them outside and watching the smoke and fire live over in the direction of the Blue Ridge Mountains, as if Lower Manhattan was no farther than a couple of miles from central Virginia where we were standing.
I went inside, and there were even more people there watching the whole event on TV. Mom was there, as was Eric and Matthew (brothers), Mike, Carol (his wife) and a couple of other adults that I didn't really recognize. I watched the TV for a little while with them, and people kept running around trying to figure out what to do, as if they could do anything to stop what was going on or protect themselves because they thought they were going to be the next target. As I was watching the TV, it was less like watching it on a screen, and more like being in a helicopter and flying around the top of the whole scene and seeing it first hand. I could see that the fire had spread to the top floors of a lot of other buildings in the surrounding area. It was a very odd scene because the main building was taller than the other buildings, but all the other buildings, while shorter, were exactly the same. They all looked like 15 story versions of the WTC buildings. They were all rectangular, flat on top, spaced evenly, and just generally nondescript.
While looking at these fires, someone was there next to me, and they were giving me a report of what I was seeing. They were telling me that the fire was spreading around all the top floors, but that was okay because the fires would be put out soon and there would be no serious damage. To me, though, the scene looked horrible. I couldn't see how these buildings were going to survive. It looked like nothing but fire and smoke everywhere with nothing but little glimpses the buildings in between and the new building standing there taller than the others, all on fire.
I then left the house again and went outside into back eastern corner of the yard. It was from there, on the opposite side of the yard from where everyone else had been standing outside, that I could see things the best. As I got over into the area, Madonna showed up. She kind of walked in front of me in a stooped down manner, and I noticed that her butt crack was sticking up over the top of her brown jeans.
The next part is pretty fuzzy, but I think what happened was that she turned around and faced me after a moment, and she had a wooden stand or case or something that held katana swords, and she was offering for me to take my pick of one to use. She looked more like an older Asian woman with a scarf or something tied around the top of her head holding back her long hair. I took one, I think, and we may have dueled or something. I think that afterwards I went back over to the front of the yard and was slashing at the ground just to see it open up in huge slices. I think I may have also talked with someone briefly while slashing, and then I think I went inside to my room, which was there at the same end of the house I had just been outside of.
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