I awoke this morning, in the dark hours, terrified.<\/p>\n
I’d had a dream. And it was not a pleasant one.<\/p>\n
It began pleasantly enough.<\/p>\n
I was in the office. I had the picture of Percy on my desk. My Professor Henry Jones vinyl statue. Even Sophia Myles as a miniature toy. It was my desk.<\/p>\n
The view out the office window was slightly<\/i> different. I seemed to be higher than the sixth floor. And I had a clear view to a city in the distance.<\/p>\n
The sun was rising. It was a lovely sunrise. Pink sky, poofy clouds. It’s one of those sunrises you’ll remember forever.<\/p>\n
Some of the other writers wanted to go downstairs and get food. They do this en masse<\/i> every morning. Sometimes they’ll do it in the afternoon.<\/p>\n
I was entranced with the view of the city in the distance.<\/p>\n
Only one of the other writers came back from downstairs.<\/p>\n
And that’s when everything changed.<\/p>\n
Looking at the city, I noticed a flash.<\/p>\n
The sky, which had been a light blue, turned an angry red.<\/p>\n
And then the rising of a mushroom cloud.<\/p>\n
I remember screaming in the dream.<\/p>\n
I remember jumping out of my office chair to stand and stare out the window.<\/p>\n
I remember watching the mushroom cloud grow and the shock wave of the nuclear blast roll across the ground from the city’s core, through the residential areas in between.<\/p>\n
I remember seeing buildings explode.<\/p>\n
I remember the shock wave reaching my office.<\/p>\n
I remember my window exploding and glass shards flying as I fell to the ground.<\/p>\n
I remember the time on the digital clock, which is odd, because I don’t have<\/i> a digital clock at the office. But it was there, and the numbers were large and they were green.<\/p>\n
The clock read 4:14.<\/p>\n
At that point, I woke up. My heart was pounding.<\/p>\n
I’d just seen a city nuked.<\/p>\n
I know, it was just a dream. And yet, it felt real<\/i>.<\/p>\n
I didn’t fall asleep again for about two hours. I couldn’t get the dream out of my mind.<\/p>\n
What does it mean?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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