Nuclear

Date: 11/14/2017

Weird dream. With K and my brothers. Somehow we know there’s going to be a nuclear bomb. We can’t warn anybody. We know that if we go into an icy lake we will probably be safe. I have time to call my parents, but only to say “I love you” and stuff. My dad doesn’t answer and I can’t leave a message. Flash forward. We survived, in a car going down an abandoned bridge. Everything is empty. Doesn’t look broken, just empty. We pull up to a building and it’s guarded. A man comes out to talk to us. They don’t want to let us in, for reasons unknown. Probably just risky. The man looks exactly like my late grandfather. I honestly think it’s him. I call out to him “Papa! That’s my papa! Papa it’s me!” He doesn’t react. I’m sad by this. We leave, and we flash forebears a little more, looking at photos of the man at the door. It really wasn’t my grandpa just looked exactly like him. He probably thought I was crazy. There’s another part about a shopping bag full of live hamsters. I said the ones at the bottom would suffocate, so K emptied the bag, stunning all the hammies. I cuddled them back to life.