Bad dream. I was on a street near the old place. Then the sudden, choking smell of gasoline and burning plastic. A truck with kana writing was up ahead, fumes pouring out. Tried to run away, but the black cloud overtook me. Fell down, the sensation of trying to crawl forward, away from the death cloud.

Then I woke up, breathing hard, panicky. Think the dream was from bits of Hunger Games 2 and Godzilla.

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