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I travel for some unknown reason to a very large city in Wisconsin. The place I'm staying in is a 1 bedroom 1 bath shithole on a road that is on the edge of an ocean (yes i know, it's a dream). The ocean is clear and blue and beautiful, and the tiny beach across the road to the north is clean. Next door to the east, across an T intersection, is a gas station and the next building is some kind of industrial factory surround by chain-link fence. The road going that way ends at the gate. To the west are various shanty cottages linked together and broken only by road crossings. I venture out at dusk to go grab a pack of smokes. I have $5. I walk to the gas station and it's closed. I look over at the factory and see some people hanging around the entrance gate, so I walk over to see if I can bum a smoke. None of them smoke. I look back from whence I came (the west) and take in the contrasting beauty of the oceans lapping over the beach on my right and the hovel-infested dwellings and big city skyline on the left. Darkness is falling. I still need smokes.

I start walking down the road that hugs the shoreline, maybe 3 blocks and turn south, toward the innards of the city. Night has come. I'm in a ghetto, niggers are playing stabbing games with their neighbors and I just strut through like I own the place, dodging bodies. I come upon a commercial district, with semi-tall buildings, mostly non-violent people, and lighting that morphs only the way that "come buy this" signs can manage when grouped together. I know that I've been going south down this road for at least an hour. There's a coffee/restaurant on my right at this intersection and I walk in.

It's a family-oriented trendy/hipster hangout with NPCs sipping cappuccino and munching on delicately crafted plates of soy. Only having $5, I linger near the exit and wait for some departing patrons. A pleasant family heads my way and I pardon myself for interrupting their exodus and inquire as to where the nearest gas station is. Promptly I'm instructed to go 4 blocks west.

I thank them and head that way, taking in the sights of strip malls decorated with the sort of smorgasbord of city dwellers you would expect; high-class, low-class, and no-class. I get to the designated coordinates and there's no gas station. I take in my surroundings and decide my best bet is to continue my search to the north, up this different street, back in the direction I came from.

The topography of this city is surprisingly varied; to this point it was all flat, but now I enter small valleys and hills, with astonishing buildings with real architecture bordered by the creeping DEI designs of paperboard box buildings that could collapse at any moment. The road divides, with what looks to be a college in the V between. I take the right path and soon I'm in a jungle of dorms that skirt the edges of higher education.

They are infested with wiggers, blasting rap music, snorting cocaine off the sidewalk, fighting each other tattooed skanks with blue hair. Ahead I see a fight club with lots of members. Being alone, I diverge into a sidestreet to evade the not-so-great odds presented to me. I enter a semi-enclosed private parking area within a group of buildings around its edge and my way forward is on the opposite side through another alley. Asians start popping out of the shadows. Not just any Asians though: Ninjas.

I pause, evaluating my situation. I'm in a metro city in Wisconsin, alone, on the streets, in an alley parking lot, surrounded by ninjas, with $5, and all i want is a cigarette. They begin to close in on me. I slowly bring my hands together high in front of me, joining them together and then lowering them as my body crouches and my legs assume the stance. I thrust my left hand forward whilst simultaneously tucking my right in to my side, as fast as lightning with a "HYAH!". They stop. They stare. They laugh. They step aside and let me past. Whew, close one.

I proceed down the alley and come out into a public parking lot. With all the excitement dealing with the ninjas I realize my bearings are gone and I'm lost. There's a small circus tent pitched in this parking lot, the flaps are up, and I can see it's a bunch of furries playing Dungeons&Dragons. I move toward them.

I wake up.