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« on: December 26, 2015, 07:21:47 am »
My family and I lived in a town near a volcano. My father was, despite the repeated rumblings of the volcano, the only person that believed that the volcano would erupt. Even after a long debate with the mayor, he only got a few concessions out of the mayor, which seemed to be limited to stationing the city firefighters outside of the city and having them ready for search and rescue operations. For some reason, I know that the volcano would erupt tomorrow, and that there would be only 50 survivors.
We then prepared to leave, which consisted of me shoving all my stuff(A combination of my actual possessions as well as stuff I didn't have) into a couple of suitcases. The next day, we began driving away for the town and volcano. The dream then switches to what must have been the town, despite a number of 1800s era trappings, being destroyed by pyroclastic flows. Then I woke up.