A dream.

So what does this mean?

I'm in a house, which is presumably my house except it isn't, and things are going badly. The walls, for reasons I can't explain are made of straw or thatch or something grey and most defnitely flammable. I know this because they're on fire. Even in a dream-state my options are clear.

Still, I'm able to start gathering some precious belongings from my straw or thatch or grey mud hut, mostly pictures and such. I think it's just one picture I grabbed actually, a framed one of my wedding day.

So, picture in hand, I run outside. Things are going badly there. Outside there are bigger problems than a hutfire. There's been a nuclear war and the fallout is fact-acting. Like Tinactin. Every structure is intact. All the plants and animals are fine. People are in shitty shape though.

There is a crowded neighborhood, my old childhood neighborhood, swarming with people in anguish. Most are still alive but painfully aware of the slow death they face. My wife is there, and she's in bad shape, already balding from the radioactivity. I drag her to the curb where somehow I've hoarded several large plastic bags of clean water....a precious commodity in the dreamworld holocaust.

Luckily, an ice truck comes chugging along. I offer to trade the ice man some clean water for a few bags of ice and he agrees, but when I turn to look back, the water is too muddy for barter.

My wife, now on her last legs, asks me to take her back to Kentucky, it's a sorta Faulkner thing. I think it's Faulkner, maybe it's Steinbeck, I get them confused sometimes. Anyway, I'm determined to get her home.

I need a car.

I head down the street to my parents home but there's a strange red four door sedan crashed on the side lawn. I instantly realize my parents aren't there and the house is dangerously unsafe. There is chaos in Kentucky. It's every dying man for himself. I find a giant dumptruck in the street and a man is behind the wheel.

I killed him.

Just when I went back to pick up my wife....I woke up.

Odd eh?

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