drought

One of the Iboga dreams was an apocalyptic type scenario. The city was shut down. Total chaos and degradation. Think New Orleans after the hurricane. Think hot and dry. No water, no food. People had somehow foraged out a sketchy type of existence within their very narrow realms. I found myself there after leaving the dockyards where the junkie, crack-addicted prostitutes were selling themselves and their children for sex. I had to trek through dry dusty fields that used to hold crops, but were now just collecting garbage and housing the cities refugees. The roadways were deserted and people travelled through culverts and ditches to get to and from the city. This is where people drank, ate and bathed. It was the saddest, slimiest waterway, but it was what was available.

So I left all the junkie prostitutes who had infested the dockyards like slithering rats to find the city. After I somehow arrived I found an old department store that was almost semi-functional as a housing complex. It was still incredibly dangerous, but I befriended a tough old city worker who showed me the ropes. I was there to organize. Get people functional again, but we lacked water. So that was our first agenda. Food was so ridiculously scarce that people just became used to not eating. Calories came from this kind of mush with salted fish we ate once a day. I have no idea what it was, but it was disgusting. I also don't know where it came from. I seem to remember some kind underground network, so they must've arranged a food program for the people working together to get the city somewhat functional again. 

Water. How do you get clean water when you are in the bottom of a valley that has been industrialized from the base of the mountains all the way to the ocean? That's what we were up against. People were tired and angry so getting help to build rain cisterns was difficult. There were arguments that we should be trying to get the city water running again, but we didn't have the electricity or the expertise to do something like this. We were running on instinct alone. This was a haphazard revolution born out of necessity, not choice. Very different.