All I can say to last night’s dream is: What the hell?
I had a dream about the apocalypse. It started at my house where I grew up, and someone was bombing various areas, but only the ones with purses laying on the ground. I was inside my house, and then I noticed that tons of people were purposefully putting purses on the lawn. I was trying to get rid of them so we wouldn’t get bombed, but there were too many. While I was outside trying to clear them off the lawn, the house got bombed and I ran away, unscathed, although everyone in the house died. Then I went to the library and was working. Even though the whole world was ending, I was still working and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Someone was asking me to return books, but I told them that my house got bombed, so all the books in it were gone.
Then who shows up but the ex, along with his current fiance. This is troubling. Every once in a while he’ll show up in my dreams, and I always give in. What I would really like for my unconscious to do is to kick his ass. But alas, my brain’s synapses aren’t quite that sophisticated. So while he’s trying to woo me behind the back of his current victim, giant clouds of poisonous gases are appearing outside. Then we started to seal the doors so we wouldn’t get poisoned. That’s really all I remember.
That’s the second apocalyptic dream that I’ve had over the past few nights, and it’s both puzzling and annoying. I think the fact that ex-jerk ended up in the dream is more annoying than anything else. I wish he would just go away.
But could the apocalypse have anything to do with looming financial doom?
Probably. The clouds were green.
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