End of the world, but at least there’s weed

Date: 1/13/2019

I’m arriving into a town, actually large city that has walls, or at the very least is secured in some way that makes it ideal to sit out some apocalyptic event. I’m driving in with my sister, my father, two friends (Dennis and Zach?), one of my father’s colleagues and his family including a daughter that is my age (i think there was an attraction between us). We are driving into an arrival facility, but when we walk in we enter into restaurant. We sit down to eat. It’s clear to me that we are there to join a large group of people that have paid to sit out some sort of apocalyptic event. We have reserved spots in this city, which includes a living space, clean water, and food. I do I not know what’s coming. However, i get the sense that people who have fled the city will not necessarily die. There are other modalities to be safe, and in a given amount of time, people will return to their homes. It’s almost like we are entering a doomsday bunker - but it’s not deep inside of a mountain. Our meal ends in the on-boarding facility and we settle into our living spaces. I cannot recall what it looks like. The last memory I have is walking along one of the many deserted city roads with Zach, and we are sharing a joint. At least we had the presence of mind to stock up on some weed before the apocalypse.