A second, frightening dream where I was living in a desolated post-apocalyptic world. People would band together in a few dozen and seek out safe residence in non-irradiated, stable structures. Because these were scarce there were many territorial conflicts between groups via small arms and guerrilla warfare.
My more peaceful group found themselves in a low-ceiling warehouse which repeatedly suffered attacks from an aggressive, war-like band of refugees to the north. We fought them off successfully but combat was frequent. Eventually we encountered a larger group of people who caught us off guard and forced us out of our home at gunpoint. We later joined as friends when we realized they only wanted a safe place to celebrate their friends birthday party.
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