My dream
I just had the most amazing dream. I was jumping down flights of stairs, more like flying down them, taking fast leaps and only stopping on each landing to turn towards the next jump down. Something was chasing me, but I didn’t remember why. I was screaming, LOUD, howling like an animal, and I didn’t sound anything like myself or someone trying to sound like an animal. When I got to the bottom of the building, I had to struggle to get out of the door there, I was pushing hard against the resistance of what I felt was wind. When I walked outside, the city was competely ravaged by what I knew to be a nuclear bomb. I was fine. I walked around, for minutes, while people emerged from barrels, from underneath cars, from inside washing machines, with their faces melting off.
