Zebbler's Dreams and Realities

I got flown over some very strange terrain somewhere in Africa. It was a raised plateau, stretching for hundreds of miles, rising over thick jungle canopy. Nothing like I've ever seen with my eyes before, so I definitely perked up and stared at this wonderful new natural formation in front of me. "It's highly secured, we need to provide triple identification and verification, and they'll probably let us land", the pilot said to me as we flew a respectable distance away. We landed without issues shortly after, and I got a tour of some of the key fortifications of the jungle plateau. Inside of it was a vast covered city, partly underground, and partly above, surrounded by a mysterious new technology force shield as well as some more traditional defence methods, that were... quite trigger happy. But more on that later. The city bustled with life, mostly white good looking people were milling around, doing their yoga sessions, participating in some meeitngs and discu...

Yet again I am running away, hiding, playing a game of "let's hide from nazis and then try to defeat them". Or is it a game of "this evil magic being has too much power and wants to take over the world"? Hard to say. But I guess it's fun. Or my depression and bitter disillusionment with the world is back. Hard to say. At least I seem to have some friends in there, and we're organizing and resisting the evil. But that's just in my dreams. In real life, I just have a metaphorical stack of work on my desk and fingers that ache from too much computer use.