vive la france et les pommes de terres frites!

[melannen]

This morning, I dreamed that our only President announced on national television that he was planning to initiate a first nuclear strike against the people of Iran sometime in the next week. I don't remember what had happened in the dream before that, but the rest of the dream was spent packing in a panic in order to run off and hide in the wilderness for the next ten years or so. (We were planning to head toward the Southwest, because in the dream, I had recently read an old paperback book by someone who claimed that he had discovered the long-lost directions to find the way to a secret stronghold that had been constructed in a canyon there in the 1920s by some foreign potentate who was executed before he ever had a chance to use it. We figured that even if the book was bunk, sandstone canyons are pretty radiation-proof, and the Sonoran's great for subsistence living.)

Damn it! I was six when the Wall came down; I'm supposed to belong to the generation that grew up *not* constantly suffering from nuclear anxiety dreams. We're supposed to be *past* that, my dear Human Race. (And yes, I'm allowed to cuss while talking about nuclear annihilation. Actually, the neatest bit of the dream was probably when the speech went out over CNN - it was the "Oh shit*" heard round the world! The POV even zoomed out, so I got to hear six billion voices cursing in unison, and then a shocked silence...)

So anyway, I'm off to re-pack my "in case of sudden end of civilization" emergency bag, and then I'm going to call enemy_anime and see if he wants any sewing help, unless he replies to this entry first.

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what a difference 10 years makes

[jadelennox]

My first two remembered nightmares are the one about nuclear war turning everything red and yellow in stripes, and the one about the grinch who stole christmas who kept escaping from the bag at the foot of my bed.