It started as me riding on the bus and the bus driver was saying that my season pass sticker was out of date.. (The current one is orange) I looked at my student ID and it was green (which was the one I had from the last season pass) I couldn't believe it, somehow the orange sticker had mysteriously peeled off and I asked the driver what the color of the sticker was. I swore that it was orange.
He said that an orange season pass sticker never existed nonetheless came out. The one that is current now is the RED sticker. And I Asked for the driver to let me off at the next stop and he agreed. It was right at the intersection at the bottom of the highway is where I saw the beginning of the worst:
I saw 3-4 little elementary aged country boys playing on the entrance of the intersection. I thought nothing of it until we made the turn and I saw a startling discovery. Virtually there were people waiting for us, Americans. We just crossed the borderline and we were entering Canada.. Many groups were surrounding us as we entered Canada.
A group of priests
There were the people at the left dressed in black. They looked church affiliated. I think I saw some crosses on them as well. To the right I saw the bikers and they had their chains ready to swing at us. To the front I saw the hick countrymen/farmer and they had their pitchforks and were more than ready. In the back were the Indians and they had their daggers and arrows. Sooner or later we had to stop and in my mind it was like I already knew what happened.
It was the Canadians. They hated us, Americans. And it had to do with our president, George Bush. I heard them chanting and were ready to kill us. We had no choice but we had to get off the bus and fight our way out of Canada. Many people besides me had to go and run through the crowd just to stay alive.
We started out and we got off at the store. Right beside the door, on the left we minor Indian children waiting for us to exit and on their right hands were holding a dagger ready to stab us as we try to get out. To the right of the door were motionless knights with their long swords by their sides. They did nothing. After we ran out, as far as the eye can see I saw the Land of Swords. And the only way to go is forward. SO me among the other Americans were just running through the swords and watching them fall down.
As we were running through the crowd, they were shooting at us. Groups of the Bikers, Indians, Priests, and Hicks were trying to attack us. They wanted nothing to do with us. They were chanting that they did not want our kind in their country. As they were shooting at us.
And then I woke up