The dream chiefly concerned the attempts to survive outside of civilization by a small group of people. It was cold, very cold. I can only imagine things had gone bad in the cities, society had collapsed, and this is what forced us to such desperate living conditions.
The first habitat was built on the edge of a wooded area, not far from a highway in a mountainous area of the country. It was a school bus or a helicopter, or some vehicle that resembled both enough that I wasn’t sure. It didn’t provide much warmth, but it was something.