This dream starts out with a post-field trip (to I don't know where) venture to the mall. One of my teachers takes us there (small group of kids) because we have a little extra time on our hands. I look at prom dresses and try to shop for jewelry until everyone decides to leave.
I'm then in a field outside of my old elementary school, sitting in a plastic chair next to my mom while someone talks to us about how York County (my county) is about to be bombed. (I think it was by the Japanese, but I don't really remember.) The only thing I can do in reaction is say that I won't be able to talk to my friends. I assume that meant because I expected them to be dead soon, but it could mean that a bomb could take down power lines. My reasons are unclear.
I see a plane fly in the distance.
Mom and I run home, one of those houses on stilts (like in those third world countries where things flood a lot), and try to get some comfort from my "grandfather". Other than inside my dream, I have no idea who this man is, or where my brain came up with him. He is, of course, an old war veteran, and tries to gives us incoherent drills. We plan on fleeing the state, but it never happens.
