I had a dream last night that I was part of a huge crowd in a field that stretched to the horizon, and as we watched, giant round metal doors opened up, throwing the dirt and plants aside, and huge missles, hundreds of them, were launched.
The crowds cheered and danced but I felt the opposite because I knew (in my dream) that these bombs were so huge they would damage the entire planet.
Dreams are usually about processing the things you’ve encountered during the day. So was that dream triggered by who is currently in the White House?
Or was it because I learned that REM member Peter Buck owns the Crocodile Cafe in Seattle?
“It’s the end of the world as we know it… and I feel fine…”