I was in New England driving westbound on a new road that appeared to be under construction. The gravel was down, but there was no asphalt. A construction crew was planting trees in neatly spaced square planter boxes. The boxes were covered with beautiful fall-colored leaves frozen to the ground, but something seemed off. It was summer or early fall construction season, but the ground had already frozen as if winter had set in. As I drove west, I saw rolling green hills frosted with snow. It was only September or October, but winter appeared to have returned early.

I saw a more sizeable outdoor shopping mall to the south. I then saw what appeared to be a volcanic bulge rising from the parking lot. Water from the ground had been pressurized and swelled to the surface in several pools. It then flowed off the mound in several heated streams. I approached the mall and walked around the volcanic ridge toward a movie theatre. Suddenly, hot brown acidic water rushed towards me from inside the theatre. It was up to my knees in depth. The ground began to shake violently as the bulge continued to grow. I looked southerly into the mall and saw volcanic explosions rise from the ground. People were moving away but did not appear to be overly concerned. I warned them to flee the area quickly, but they did not listen.