Nightmare: Holocaust

Last night was fraught with poor sleep. I dreamt I was on a camping trip, and for some reason we were in a very large, new house that was completely empty. I was with a spunky, young woman I used to work with at Ogilvy -- Liz -- and we were near the window in sleeping bags. I looked at the window and saw dawn break. I pointed to Liz and said, "Look how fast the sun rises!" and the I traced the light go up in the sky. And then I realized it wasn't the sun, but instead the flaming plume of a rocket.

The rocket went up in the air, but then it started to turn back down the ground. I watched it, as it hit the ground, and I saw the light build and turn all colors to white. I ducked down, tucked up against the wall underneath the window. Then the blast washed over me. I felt the thud of the shock wave, like getting kicked in the stomach. Glass, dust and wood rushed past me. The world howled and whistled building into a roar. And I still kept my eyes closed as the debris fell.

I got up, and started looking for iodized salt to try to ward off against the radiation sickness. I took a big box of salt and headed out.
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The dream was so vivid and real -- I kept playing the explosion over in my mind again and again. The sounds, the impact, light that made everything go pale around me.

It was 1:45 am and I kept waking up during the night.

I never know what my dreams mean.