I was flying in a spy plane over China. I could see an enormous, sprawling city, maybe 10 to 20 million people. There was a large river cutting through the middle. I knew that the country had become divided. An insurgency had revolted against the government. The government detonated a small nuclear weapon in the city's eastern part to squash the rebellion. I watched the flash and pillar of light rise into the sky, an orange mushroom cloud spread into the upper atmosphere, and a fog of grey dust and smoke spread across the ground, consuming buildings and people in its path.

My wife and I were heading toward our departure gate in an airport terminal, and I did not know where we were traveling. We turned down an aisle, but someone quickly turned us away towards another gate. I looked down, but we did not head in. I then turned around to see a scruffy, homeless-looking man stealing a bottle of whiskey from a concession stand. Not feeling right about what he did, I followed him to a strange contraption he had built. I watched him pour the whiskey into a flask that had an air hose connected to it. He either breathed or drank the alcohol through the flask, like a water bong. As he did so, the liquid or vapor seemed to give him a satisfying experience, suggesting he may have been thirsty.