Last night I dreamed about a large scale evacuation process.

In the dream I was talking to someone I never saw, and he/she didn’t seem of any significance in the dream… almost as if I was talking to myself.

I said, “let’s go back to town and get some things.”

The reply was “Oh, that town was evacuated, there’s nobody there anymore.”

With this answer came some pre-knowledge that many towns had been evacuated because of a “threat” of some kind. At one point in the dream it was referred to as a “potential catastrophe.” I don’t know what it was. I also knew that the evacuation could not be fully enforced, but that it was assumed that people would do as they were told and leave town and go to areas of “aid.”

My answer to “nobody is there” was “Ha. You can’t evacuate poverty. There’s lots of people left in town. The poor people are still there.”

The 2nd person in my conversation argued with me, “But it’s against the law to stay in town after an evac is issued. They had to leave, they didn’t have a choice.”

“How can a person leave if they don’t have a car to go in?” I said “Or if they have a car but no money to buy fuel? Or if they don’t know anyone outside of this town, and everything they own is in the little junky house they live in… no bank accounts, no insurance, nothing… Believe me. You can’t evacuate poverty. And nobody cares anyway. If they wanted them to leave, they should have sent trucks and soldiers to pick them up and make them move. You can’t move poverty.”

Next, we were in the town. Sure enough, all the poor people were still there. Only, now they weren’t as bad off as usual. The “rich” people had fled, leaving everything behind. There was some looting, but mostly it seemed like the poor people just kept living life the way they always had. In this case, they were mostly Mexican (which comprises most of the poor people in this area.) I saw chickens and dogs running around. Kids playing in the dirt. Women hanging out laundry and looking at me like “what are you doing here?”

We went to a trailer that had belonged to this other person I was with. It was also in a poor area (like a trailer park). We went in to look for food. Sure enough, there was still can goods and stuff there. The place smelled like cat food to me… very strong smell of cat food. The person I was with left to go find something else. Fuel, I think.

I opened canned goods. I collected empty cans and then punched holes in the sides and ran a string through them. I hung a strand of cans in front of each door and window of the trailer. This was to let me know if anyone began to break in. I didn’t feel like I was in a lot of danger… but some.

I also didn’t feel like these poor people left behind were now “safe” or that bad times were over. It seemed like it would get worse, but that I was viewing/experiencing a particular point in the flow of events.

I also knew that all the people that left would probably never come back. And that they would all die. I knew they were in bad situations… cooped up like animals in places of “aid.” I got the impression that they were in bigger cities now… having left the small town(s).

I awoke.

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