This journey started in Canada and ended in the southeastern United States. I was standing in a Canadian City. It felt cold, but there was a place that everyone was going, an amusement park with waters heated to a comfortable 80 degrees. It was where children slid down water slides streaming with chocolate milk. I could see a roller coaster suspended from a track, with seating in a single car for at least twenty people. It glided over the surface of the warm water. People were getting on and off, so I decided to go for a ride. A female narrator's voice spoke as we traveled along.

Knowing my wallet might get wet; I moved it into my front pocket. We swirled through a room; the walls were painted with colorful graffiti. It was like viewing the natural world through a Hollywood screen set; nothing was real, all just illustrations of reality. We then traveled down a tube that took us under the ocean. The water was dark and dirty. We came out to a flat, virtual plateau that looked like a barren desert. Three-dimensional images came toward me.

We then traveled high along a raised track, peering out over the twilight skyline of Atlanta, Georgia. I could hear noises coming through the glass window, and as I pressed against it, I could hear police sirens. I wanted to leave the train and immediately walked down a barren city street. It was nearly dark, and it felt dangerous. I heard automatic gunfire, and when I looked up the road to my left, I saw police officers engaged in an urban combat firefight. Straight ahead was a parking garage. As I approached, I saw five or six armed gangsters, a crowd of maybe a hundred people huddling on the ground like hostages. I picked up my rifle and began shooting, and with the skill of a sniper, I started taking out the gangsters one at a time.