Dream between 2:30am and 9:30am on December 11th, 2009

I often have dreams about the end of the world, but today's was more disturbing than normal.

Dream:

One of the first things I remember acknowledging in the dream is that it was in fact an end of the world dream. I'm typically the hero in such dreams, but I noticed that it was in fact Travis that would be the hero this time. That scenario quickly died out, as I ended up being the "hero" of this awful dream.

The world was rife with pandemonium. People were killing each other gruesomely in public and pillaging aplenty. I was given we dream denizens referred to as the "World Nuke" by someone, or something. It an ominous bomb, black and red with a detonation attachment that was attached to a small cord. The purpose of the World Nuke was apparently - to destroy the world. People seemed to know about this, thus the unspeakable self-created Armageddon that boiled and seethed all around me.

It was my goal to keep the World Nuke safe and out of the hands of people who would use it. My e-mail team brethren were there to help me, but after much running away from bad guys in a crowded apartment building and a daring bus escape, it was down to just me and Ray. Sometime in between, someone asked (perhaps even me asking) if I should just give the World Nuke to Obama, or sell it to China. It was the general consensus that doing either would be terrible.

The dream ended with an unsavory scene. Ray's mom was in an apartment building that was being ransacked, so we rushed to it to save her. We found her in bed and were glad that she was safe. As we were breathing sighs of relief, a shadow fell over her and her heart began beating out of her chest. It doing so in bursts, swelling up and out like a grotesque balloon before finally rupturing in a spray of blood. What a lovely way to start the day.