Had a dream I was a refugee. We were living in campers and RVs and had left a massive disaster that had wiped much of the United States.
Everything nearby was fucked up and post apocolyptic looking. o_o
Most of it was about meeting up with other people on the roads and having meals together and talking about what happened.
Have you been reading Octavia E. Butler? This is tres Earthseed.
I haven’t, although I do want to read her work.