*It was terrible. I woke up in distress.*
I was getting constant phone calls from the area code 216. People there were in danger, and said they needed my help, but the phone calls kept cutting out. One of the callers claimed to be Tiger Woods. Something bad was happening there, but I could not identify what. There were depressed birds all over the place, they were upset about something, and were committing suicide en masse. They would look at me, give out a cry, then kill themselves by flying into the ground or the river. People were living all over the place, the government had them living in makeshift trailers, like in Katrina.