Tuesday, June 24, 2008
I am I am in the corridors of a very modern and futuristic facility, everybody is leaving because there will be an event and The President is invited. I am on my way out and I see a man who's been shot lying on a sofa in the lobby, most likely a security guard. I get out of there running and I get into my uncle's car so I start driving really fast, there are a couple passengers. I drive in the wrong direction but I don't slow down, instead I drive faster and I go into the other lane. Then I make my way into another road and a police car stops us. I show him my credentials and he lets me leave. I put on my headphones and I'm listening to industrial music.
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