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I was walking downtown, over on K Street. It was the evening rush hour. Not dark yet, but a little grey. Everyone was bustling around, and I noticed a guy in a harness, still attached to a rope or maybe a parachute that was hung up on a pole. It looked like he had just pulled off a stunt, like jumping from a rooftop.
He was just standing there calmly on the sidewalk, and a cop was speaking sternly to him. I didn't know what was going on, but I was quietly disapproving of the cop, because I figured the guy was getting in trouble for pulling off a harmless stunt.
I continued walking half a block or so, and realized that everyone around me was beginning to get scared. I looked up and saw huge clouds of some sort of heavy particulate gas pouring rapidly out of the vents all along the top of this building the guy had just jumped from. The cloud, which looked like poison, was spreading over the whole block, including me. It was still at the roof level and hadn't started hurting anyone yet, but I knew it was only a matter of time. I felt bad for the cop. I had thought poorly of him, but he was right to be stopping the damn terrorist. I paused for a moment to figure out what to do, but realized that if I paused, I would die. But I knew I couldn't outrun the cloud. It was spreading too fast. I didn't know what to do.
And then I woke up, which is the only reason I remember that dream.
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