So I dreamed I was in the house I grew up in with my mom. It was night time. I heard this strange noise and looked out the window.
There was this gigantic missile gliding through the sky. It was so close to the ground you could actually read the letters and see the flag painted on the side. I guess the memories of the cold war aren't that distant for me, it read "USSR". But it was an american flag.
I started saying "oh no, oh no" and my mom then came to look at through the window too. The missile started to drop. She asked "where is it going?" I didn't answer I just started running through the house. She, of course, started yelling after me.
It was like all of a sudden I had a vision of the nuclear power plant in the town I grew up in. The pipes and towers. And I heard a impact sound and I ducked for cover. Little good that did. Like standing above my body in the dream, I saw the explosion. I saw everything just get up rooted from the ground and incinerated, my self included.
I'm thinking that I'm just stressed about work ending. But fer cripes sakes, can't I stop with these dreams already. I've had enough. I sleep for shite as it is. I don't need bad dreams to make my waking hours miserable too.