Could be 老婆 playing with the gas fireplace last night and not remembering which way the key was turned to with the valve closed, but I dreamed of looking out the window and seeing missiles launching in the distance and filling the skies with columns of white smoke. Retaliation was inevitable, and soon enough, I’d also watch as a wall of the same cloudy color moved in and presumably destroy my room with a view, along with the small group of people gathered inside. (I know I’ve had this one before, as I must be conveying a dread not so much of said nuclear holocaust, but of being put on the spot with moments before it actually hits and not knowing what to do with them. As if I’d regret it afterwards?) I am reminded, courtesy the Shakespeare app that Mercutio in Romeo and Juliet Act I, Scene IV, called dreams “the children of an idle brain.”
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