A friend of mine from elementary school received an alarming text from her father and her boyfriend who, in this dream, was in the military. A friend of mine text me in all Korean characters. I managed to figure out from the text that he was scared.
I showed up in South Korea with my brother and found out that North Korea were communists and were mobilizing their forces. I told him there might be a war and there might be nukes. Trucks filled with people were driving by. I started running through the streets with a man I didn't know. We were jumping on trash cans and over fences while being chased by North Koreans.
Back home, with my mother, we were shopping and taking in the sights and sounds of wherever we were. Doom was in the air along with the feeling things weren't quite right.
There was a feast for Obama. We went to church. We had to write names on candles to help us get into heaven. I drew the face of the devil and a message that said it wasn't my fault that we were at war.