What a ridiculous dream… Jonathan, Coby, and a couple friends I can’t remember went back in time as some team in the 1920s. Fun until we remember that the FBI assaults and massacres this exact team and bus trying to get rid of some gangsters who aren’t even there. The bus gets to the parking garage, the driver says something innocuous, puts the bus on autopilot, asks us to stand, and leaves the bus. The bus then drives itself up to the second floor where the assault is to take place. We remember this from history, or maybe a movie, dive to the sides, and hide in the troughs between the seats and the sides of the bus (why are these here? lol. maybe the bus had seats filling the center and really small walkways on either side instead.) We saw them break the front window, throw in a flashbang, then a real grenade, and then tore up the bus with machine guns. Somebody lost an arm or leg or something, so we “reset” (was it a simulation?) at the bottom of the parking garage, where we jumped out and hid under the garage’s bridge. Somebody else didn’t jump out of the bus in time, so we “reset” again, way back in some developing suburban area. For some reason, the bus driver was already gone somehow, so we jumped out of the bus walked for awhile and found a (fully furnished? hmm weird) home that nobody had moved into yet. Lived there for awhile, some neighbors came by, and they believed us even though we didn’t know each other’s fake names, they left, and that is all I remember.

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