The Gilt Show by J McLaughlin

DREAM: You wake up alone in the back of an almost empty bus.  Seems like it is just you and the driver, trundling through empty streets in the deepening twilight. You peer through the dirty window at boarded-up buildings.

Plastered across the plywood are posters in a language you can’t quite comprehend. A sense of mystery, and urgency. Is this celebration or propaganda?

Is this the end of the world, or the beginning of something new?