I had a very weird dream a few nights ago. I typed this up the next morning, and promptly forgot to post it. Anyway, it went something like this:
A nuclear missile was coming. According to the GPS coordinates (I don’t know how “they” knew where it was going, but they did), it was going to hit my living room. But “my” living room was at my parents’ house. For some reason, we did not flee, but decided to hang around. There was some unknown woman there who had a micro-sized SUV (it looked like a squished Scion, all boxy).
While we were waiting, the road or a large group of motorcycles was getting louder. Looking out the window, there was (surprise!) a large group of motorcycles coming, and driving across the lawn towards the driveway. The leader of the group was a scraggly, sickly looking guy, who gravitated to the squishy-looking SUV.
“This thing is awesome! I’ve always wanted one of these!” he said.
Jump cut to:
Me buying cheesesteaks in some kind of indoor market. It could be Reading Terminal Market, but looks more like the market from the episode of Day Break two weeks ago. Anyway, I order one wit (see the WikiPedia entry is you don’t know what that means), American, peppers, and mushrooms for myself, and I forget the orders for everyone else.
I’m then trying to drive across a bridge, but I am stopped by the police. There’s fog or smoke at the top of the bridge, and they aren’t letting people go any further. I look off to my left, and there is another bridge, but the vehicles are driving under it somehow, like there’s another roadway underneath it, but above the body of water (I think it’s a river).
Looking off to my right and slightly behind me, I see a city skyline off in the distance, but with the buildings spaced somewhat far apart. There is some smoke coming from that direction, but I can’t tell if it’s regular city pollution/steam/smoke or fire-related. I then notice a running path coming from the city towards where I am on the bridge, and see a few people I know running towards me.
Cut to: me walking along the bridge, going behind one of the support struts to go to the bathroom. There is a radio playing somewhere, with the news on.
“Channels 2, 4, 6, and …” Static fills the air.
“Channels 5 and 10 are reporting …” More static.
Then I wake up, having to go to the bathroom. It’s 5:37 am, just a few minutes before the alarm goes off so I can go running. I have no idea how it ends.
