I was in what looked like an elevated, industrial water park. It was storming and the park was beginning to flood. The immediate atmosphere was dark and hazy, but in the distance there was this futuristic city in the sky that was lit by an orange sunset. Everyone was preparing for a war with the city. It felt like the world was on the verge of apocalypse. I felt out of place, like no one cared that I was there, but I knew I was supposed to be there because I saw members of my old unit and my platoon sergeant asked me to re-enlist to aid the fight. He seemed preoccupied and dispassionate, like the rest of the people there. They were all busy and running around, but there was no communication. I felt like I had to find my mother. When I did, she was kneeling by a pool of water and her neck was bleeding. I healed her somehow and told her I was running away to go live somewhere with wide, open fields, where I would feel safe. Before I did, my platoon sergeant noticed me unexpectedly and wished me farewell, even though I thought I would get in trouble for trying to escape.