The Bus to Zion

So, my mother tends to have crazy dreams just like I do. I guess it's genetics, then, that she had this dream a few nights ago. The world was ending. Cars were abandoned in the middle of roadways because there was no access to gasoline. Trucks had stopped delivering food weeks before. People in my hometown (Atascadero) were getting hungry, and going around to houses where they thought they would find food. This would, of course, consist mainly of LDS families with a year's supply of food. To get out of this situation, the church had a bus that all the families were boarding. It was the bus to a Zion-like place, a place to take refuge from the looters and the bad people that were running rampant in our town. When fleeing their homes, the only possessions allowed on board the bus were the 72-hour kits (with food, water and clothing) members had prepared. It was dangerous business boarding the bus. Other people (not members of the church) would attack the bus and try to get on every time it stopped to pick up someone. In traveling to the place of refuge, the bus drove mostly along dirt roads to avoid looters and armed men. When the passengers ran out of food, they would find a deserted gas station and raid it for food. My mom was taking care of an older couple in our ward who were too sick to forage for themselves. (Really... the Brunners are in their late 80's, and my mom and dad are their home/visiting teachers because we live not far from their house). My mother never really said whether they made it to Zion, but I was scared out of my wits just hearing her relate it. Her dreams have a habit of coming true sometimes... the only thing that made me feel better is that in D&C 45, it says that the members will come to Zion singing praises... and I don't think there was any singing on the bus.