I had a weird dream last week where I was driving around an asian neighborhood in Houston (I can’t recall if it was Thai, Chinese, or maybe Filipino) with an employee of mine. He was driving a small VW. The streets were oddly lined with grass huts and people were cooking outdoors on the sidewalks with campfires. It looked like subsistence living in the city. I was wondering why they didn’t just walk to the grocery store a few blocks away and buy food.
We were in a hurry for some reason (again, I can’t remember why) and were driving through the neighborhood quickly over lots of little paved hills. I could smell the campfires and see the people struggling to survive in the city.
At some point, my employee points up in the air and I see a nuclear bomb dropping on the horizon. I can hear it whistling…although I don’t know if modern bombs whistle like they do in old war movies, but this one whistles in my dream. I close my eyes because I know the blast could blind me and very suddenly everything gets very bright, even with my eyes closed.
I remember wondering what it all looks like. Are buildings being destroyed? Are cars blowing up? What’s happening while my eyes are closed?
The odd thing…I wasn’t scared at all. Just very curious. It’s the end of the world, and I’m wondering what it looks like.
(No bananas or cigars in this dream, Mr. Freud.)
-Dave
