Two nights ago I had a terrible dream. A virulent virus had infected a large area. A map was shown to me with the infected area in red.
It was night time. It was cold. I was standing on the other side of a mountain ridge. It was night time. A voice said “the virus hasn’t made it passed the mountains.”
A few snowflakes were falling. “tomorrow is the first day of winter.”
In the distance the giant statue of Jesus with his arms Extended is clearly seen.
“can we travel back in time and save the people?” said an unknown voice. “no” said a second voice. “let’s get moving before the virus makes it past the mountains.”