Dream Journal

My family was in this house in a familiar big astral city. It had big picture windows all around — likely a rationalization of looking through the walls. We were looking out, and there was a huge explosion off in the distance, out of sight. Nukes, again. We could tell where it hit by where the wave of wind and debris came from, burning and disintegrating (to an extent) everything in its path. We huddled together on the couch, scared. Where would the next one hit? We looked around out the windows.

But then I grew tired of this. I decided that the next one was going to hit right here. I looked out the window behind us. I saw the missile coming directly towards us. It smashed through the window and landed on the floor directly in front of us. It was metal, about a foot and a half long. For a moment, it didn’t explode. Part of me thought “whew, we’re lucky!” but a different part said, “No. It explodes.”

Everything turned white, and then it faded… we were still sitting there, huddled together, nothing changed. “See?” I said. “We’re fine.”

I went on to a different dream.