Jennifer, Joe and a few others were with me in some huge building complex. We had empty suitcases and bags which we had brought with us specifically to salvage items found in various boxes and bags in the basement of this building. Joe and I were picking though the basement and kept getting interrupted by unmanned/robotic trains which moved around on tracks laid out around the walls, their heavy beams of light exposing us and making me feel like I was going to get caught.
At some point I was accosted and placed in a room where I was expected to record a musical album as part of my re-education/brainwashing into a born-again Christian. Although I knew I couldn't really be fooled, because I knew too much about religion and Christianity in general, I still felt very threatened by these cultists, and resisted, but singing songs which were as evil and loud and brash as I could muster. They were not amused by this, and two very willful, humorless women came into the room and announced that I would be doing the rest of the songs their way, under their supervision. They left the room - I was given the impression that they had to prepare for the session - and I began looking for an escape.
While I was in the room, I remember sitting around waiting, and there were a couple of teenagers sitting around telling stories and generally sounding really idiotic, using slang and acting like generic surfer characters in a shitty movie. I remember being worried about escaping, because I didn't want to get into more trouble. Then Jennifer poked her head through a side door and tried to get me to go outside. She had a car waiting outside, and all our bags were packed and loaded in the car. I expressed concern, telling her that they would call the cops on us. She assured me they would only send their own security forces after us, and that we would escape because the car that was waiting was a special type of taxi which specialized in helping people escape from cults.
We drove off, making a rather sloppy getaway, often driving over curbs and grass medians to escape. We managed to get away, until we found ourselves penned in at a local depot of some kind. We exchanged artillery fire with a kind of tank driven by the previously mentioned annoying teenagers, and then we went inside to a bunker, where we were followed by the cultists, who were also vegans. I had a retractable baton which I used to beat them down, except for one very tough woman who was seemingly indestructible, and was only mildly angered by my attacks. She revealed that she was only there to enjoy the vegan food, anyway.
