Last night I dreamt that I saw a nuclear bomb detonate. I watched as the blast came towards us, looking thought the windows down at the surrounding woods as the white, glowing smoke moved through, enveloping everything. I wasn't afraid, but when I looked down at my three year old boy, I could see it was scaring him, so I reached out to try and comfort him, even as I watched the blast move through the room. I actually watched both of my arms disintegrate as I tried to reach for him.
I...I am not well rested today.
I...I am not well rested today.