Dreamt of a wasteland, flooded like Venice with bridges and causeways but looked a lot like Venice Beach if it truly went to shit, and everyone left there looked destitute and off of drugs. Only way to get around is on these ramshakle boats made of coragaded metal, striped out of Chipotle no doubt. That or you wade through the water, but that would take ages. City has a local enforcers headquarters near the middle of town, but it was raided 2 weeks ago, so not much enforcement hang around anymore. Some parts of the town look more like a swamp, others like a small town out in the wild west. A girl named Kalista is giving me the tour. At some point this kid, Juarez, he comes bursting past me, small thing too being chased by this guy in what looks to be floating metal segway crossed with blender, which uses blades to stay afloat and (i suspect to tear up rebels). Kid ducks under some stands, then hops up some crates, swings across a lamppost and then drops, into the sewer; no doubt flooded. I noticed as the kid ran past he dropped a metal cylinder right at my feet, I pick it up, it’ s a can of spray paint. I spray some on the wall, don’t know why just do. Can glows with lettering; “welcome to the fight”.