Necklace and a Nuke

Date: 6/14/2026

It was a pretty long dream that was mostly just filler. I may have walked to work, I remember being outside of a house I've seen in my dreams before, and walking past the neighbors houses and not seeing anyone. I got to work and it was pretty normal. My coworker gifted me a very specific necklace, a deep purple or blue gem necklace with bright red undertones, the gems dangling a bit at the front. I asked my manager what to do about it, and they just said to dust it off like usual and something else. I found a nice fluffy paint brush and wiped off any dust or sharp pieces, then went in with some tape to get off any stronger chips of gem. There was an instance for a while where an African woman was talking about emigrating here, and how many people around her moved to my city. I think she was annoyed by how she couldn't get away from them. I wasn't really paying too much attention to what she was saying, since it was happening on top of other things. We ended up in the store across the street. I don't know if she pawned it from them but I had the feeling she did, and I thought about lot about having her pawn it to another store and take it back for extra money. The owner of the store was a gay guy and we were having a fun chat. We watched as this really tall and ripped guy across the street at my job got out of his car and went in. The store had a decent amount of earrings and a panel where you could make your own combinations for earrings and necklaces. My favorites were these chunky jelly-looking pastel resin flowers (once again mad that we can't post pictures, but we have ai I guess.. 🙄). Each earring said it was 99 cents originally, idk about what the total was at that store in particular. While I was looking, these girls came in. I'd saw one of them crossing the street with someone, and i kinda thought she looked like me but i couldn't see her face, and the other person was initially a guy, but then they were two girls when they walked in. They were wearing something similar to the moo moos that I have, but there was a loose head covering to it that I don't have. We nodded and smiled at each other in a friendly greeting sort of away and continued on. I remember being in a car and driving somewhere. We passed by a Chuck E Cheese and it was different. I initially thought there was an outside seating area, but instead they had a tunnel for the kids to crawl through that extended outside of the building and was covered by a net with low orange lights. It seemed rainy. I don't know where we were going or where we went. My coworker and I were outside again. I wasn't paying attention to where we were, so we could've been outside of the job still for all I know. We were walking and I just happened to look up at a plane passing by overhead. And I had looked up just in time to see the glint of the nuke it just dropped. I grabbed my coworker and we ran to one of my safe spots in the dream, it's what I've been assuming is my aunts basement. (There used to be a deep series of tunnels that ran beneath it, but I'd completely forgotten about it until I woke up. ) I got down the stairs but she wasn't following closely. I called out for her but she wasn't answering. I ran back up to check on her, and she was trying to haul like 4 or 5 bags of water bottles to the stairs. I grabbed some bags and urged her to hurry down, and there was a low rumbling in the air. It was messy down there, as any basement is, and this was the furthest I'd been forced to come in here and grapple with the surroundings. There were tall windows with a white film over them even though we were underground; Not optimal for sure but a blast never came, so maybe we were outside of the blast radius. There was a giant painting of a woman on the wall that I'd say was painted not the best. It was incredibly old and dusty though so maybe that clouds my perception of it, but I can't really tell who it was supposed to be. I made a split second decision and prayed to it quickly, asking to be saved from this. But I don't remember if I said the prayer to Santa Maria or Santa Muerte, I forgot which one I'd said. There was a lot of random stuff down there, such is the environment of a basement. Old and dusty forgotten things. I wasn't too worried about the stuff though, just survival. It was warm and stuffy, and my coworker was having a hard time breathing. I noticed the windows had gotten darker. I told her to just breathe slow, take deep breaths. I told her I knew I should've left the country, that if we survive this, maybe we could travel somewhere. For whatever reason, I said New Jersey. My interest in Jersey is vague and fandom related at best, it's not my first choice for a getaway vacation after surviving a nuke. I tried to call my mom to let her know that I was okay, but of course the phone wasn't working how I wanted it to and I ended up on probably Facebook. I saw a video of cars driving, and it was overcast, not quite rainy I don't think. I didn't stay on the phone for long. I think my coworker passed out. She was just kinda slumped over on the floor. I didn't get the sense that she died though, so I didn't panic.