Visions of the Apocalypse
In my teens, I was plagued by nightmares of nuclear annihilation. I’m not sure what brought it on, but I would frequently have nightmares usually ending in seeing missiles flying through the air, the sounds of them falling from the sky, and then wake up just at the point of impact. And the worst part of this is I would usually end up laying in bed awake, eyes wide staring at the window, through which he morning sun was doing a great impression of a nuclear explosion. There’s nothing like waking up from a dream about atomic destruction to a pretty realistic visual approximation of atomic destruction.
The nightmares have subsided. Maybe with the end of the cold war? But I haven’t had any nightmares like that in a while. So, last night…