Last night I dreamt about the end of the world. A nuclear bomb had gone off. We all were alive, but the city was destroyed. I went scrounging with Kate, Helen, and others for survival objects, like hiking boots, tents, and chocolate(?) I was lamenting that there were no solar powered cars to help us get around.
I also had another one of those dreams that someone was dying and woke up crying. These dreams are weird, cuz they tap into so much sadness, that even when I wake up, I am still upset and crying hard.
This guy who works here came up to me and said: "I dreamt of Armageddon last night." Which was very bizarre. Perhaps he visited my dream.