Vancouver Vacation
Iām with a group of friends, some recognizable some not. Weāre renting a lodge of some sort and vacationing in Vancouver as out of towners. Iām watching a friends small dog for the afternoon and am in a cab heading into the city to explore. I get out of the cab and walk down the street, a blend of Vancouver skyline and European, old world charm, cobblestone streets and brick buildings, not much is familiar. Suddenly I hear the crack of gunshots and people are runnign from a building a block up the street. Turning right I run, picking up the dog, and head for a building to take cover. Once inside I run down a long dark tunnel like hallway with a bunch of people, itās looking more and more like a transit station. I come up some stairs, carrying the dog and see many men with guns pacing around, being aggressive with the random people here. Iām panicing, making strange choices on where to go and can hardly think. I head towards a staircase going down but a gang of teenage boys dressed as boy scouts are coming up, taking off their costumes, all holding machine guns. It becomes clear Iāve ended up in their meeting place. The following moments are pandamonium, people running, shots being fired and I try for the stairs again, having to pass one of the guys with a gun. For some reason one of the guys passes me a harsh, machine gun looking hand gun. As I run down the stairs I fire shots into the wall in an effort to look like Iām on their side, trying not to hit any of the people also running away. One man walks against the current and I shoot him point blank. At the end of the tunnel theres a rescue effort under way, a helicopter is there to airlift escapees out of the zone. I throw the gun in a garbage bin, noticing their may be a body inside. I try to line up for the helicopter but a woman with a clipboard stops me to ask for payment. Still holding the dog the shock starts to set in, I can hardly talk. Shes asking for cash, collage tuition, any sort of compensation. I look out and notice Iām somewhere in Stanly Park and decide to walk out, the lodge isnt far from here.....back at the lodge theres a dead rotting eagle in the front yard. A raven carefully plucks a feather from the carcass and flys past a murder of crows











