I had a strange dream last night:

I was at work at Petsmart and the sky outside the window was dark and stormy. After some time, someone has yelled out something i couldn’t understand since i was not paying attention but i went over to them and they were pointing out the window. My jaw dropped. Outside, maybe a mile or two away, were 3 twisters, 2 of which seemed to be dancing around each other. I yelled out “sisters!” and two more tornadoes appeared on the opposite side. The skies grew even darker and the phone rang. I answered it; it was someone wanting to make an appointment but i couldn’t understand here because the line kept cutting out. The lights went out in the store but everyone was still trying to go about their business. After maybe ten minutes, there were a great many people in the grooming salon all staring out the window. The tornado was only 50 feet away and i hung up the phone, scrambling to get to the door away from the window. People were screaming to take cover and huddle up by the wall. I became frightened at this point, as i saw the huge twister come into view, shattering the glass. I thought to myself “how is it that i am going to fucking die from a tornado….in ARIZONA!?” 

Before i knew it, we were all being lifted into it and i tried holding onto the arms of someone but the force was too strong and i was thrown up into the air with everyone/thing else. I opened my eyes and the inside was gorgeous–a tiny, luminescent funnel seemed to be what kept the twister going. After only a few minutes inside of it, it vanished and the roof of Petmart was missing, along with almost everything else aside from a few tables and a bed that somehow got there. I walked over to it, sat down, and wondered aloud if a tank was heavy enough to remain on the ground during a tornado. Two of my coworkers told me that it could.

I “woke up” in my bedroom, my computer on Facebook, where i had just posted on my wall that i had been in an actual tornado. I was laying in the middle of my floor and an African man, a leader of the R.U.F. was there, installing a cage panel over the door. For some reason i helped put it in and then went back to the floor. I could hear the news in the backround and saw a giant map appear in front of me. The United States had launched a nuclear attack in response to the tornados and the nuke hit India and western China. There were color grids showing the damage, fallout, and radiation and the parts that had been incinerated.


I had a strange dream last night:

I was walking through the fringes of a city close to the shore approaching a glass building. It was a beautiful day and everybody was for the most part going about their business happily. I entered this glass building and heard an alarm going off in one of the rooms. Curious, i went over to investigate to see if anybody was inside. I knocked and nobody answered so i opened the door myself and walked in. At first i didn’t see anybody inside as i walked through the room. I heard a faint voice speaking and he seemed to be having a conversation. I went to the back of the room and through another door and there was a tall man sitting with his back to the door talking on the phone. He sounded nervous and was whispering loudly into the phone, “We cannot tell anybody! It’s supposed to be kept secret! It doesn’t matter how many lives are lost!” 

That last line kicked up my inquisitiveness and it made me angry. I rapidly walked up to him, spun him around and got in his face and screamed, “These are PEOPLE you are talking about you f***!” He ran to the side of the room and got on his stomach, putting his face up against the glass and yelled that it was too late. The alarm stopped and all noise seemed to disappear as well so i ran to the glass and pushed myself between the window and some long golden plank of sorts that must have been 10 or 11 feet long. Apparently, when shit is about to hit the fan, stay by the glass-its…..safe?

Anyway, i looked out the window and the sky on the horizon darkened and immediately afterward i heard a high pitched whining sound. The glass shattered and fire engulfed the city in an explosion that seemed to level everything in it. I was blown back into the wall and crashed through it, hitting another wall and everything went black.

As i “came to” i heard that man again and he was talking normally on the phone. When i was able to open my eyes, he walked up to me and told me that the N. Koreans and Chinese had dropped a nuclear bomb on the city. The Federal government had made a deal with those 2 countries and sold it to them and were now blaming the two countries for a “terrorist attack” and declaring war on China and N. Korea. My blood boiled but i could not yet stand up, as it felt like my bones had shattered from being thrown through that wall. He knelt down and stared at me, he had such a sad look in his eyes and he said, “I know.” He touched my forehead and i was able to stand but felt extremely sick.

He told me i had to go home but i refused as i stumbled toward the window. All of the city before me was a broken shell. Everything was red and orange and emanating smoke. Bands of people were running all over the place, others were throwing up, and more were sobbing. I stepped out of the window and appeared on the ground. He yelled that all of the city’s inhabitants would get radiation sickness, myself included, but i gave him the finger and told him to go to hell.

I hit myself in the stomach and was able to run down one of the avenues-i had no idea where i was going, though. A strong, young looking man and a woman in a nun’s habit stepped out from the middle of nowhere and a doorway appeared next to them. They told me that i had to come with them. I entered the door and found myself in some bunker-looking place, but it was actually quite nice inside. They led me to a room where a few others were resting and i was able to clear my head to think about all that had just happened. I heard some ruckus outside in the hallway and went out to see what the problem was. There was another man there, clothes shredded, bruised, bleeding who was screaming about what had just happened. I felt a swell of anger in my chest and yelled for him to calm down. I explained to him what had happened, what that man in the glass office told me about the N. Koreans, Chinese, and how our government sold them the bomb with the intent to have it dropped on us. He turned ghost white and could do nothing but stare at me. I made a fist and hit the concrete wall, putting holes in them but could not scream as loud as my temper wished me to. Woke up.