While I do have fairly vivid dreams, t tend not to remember them very well. Just impressions, really. Unless they’re the “searching/struggle” dreams which are exhausting and I usually wake up tired and frustrated. And most of my dreams are fairly benign

However, last night I had a pretty vivid nightmare.

It wasn’t like horror story nightmare, or a “frightmare”. But it was still disturbing.

I was living in my condo, but it was near a nuclear reactor. I think it was the one in Ukraine. Anyway, a warning went out that a meltdown was imminent, but in this case it meant a nuclear explosion was coming. Sirens were going off and people were rushing around, getting in cars, and trying to drive to get to a minimum safe distance.

I found myself running around my condo looking for what to pack. I was having trouble figuring out what was most essential, and then was chucking things in a back pack like a madman. Al the while there’s this Alien-esque countdown bein broadcast: you now have 15 minutes to reach minimum safe distance.

I or to my truck, started it, then realized I didn’t have something. So I had to dash back upstairs, while I watch more neighbors peeling out as they race down the street. It’s twilight and there isn’t any electricity. The brick buildings all look deserted and also a bit bombed out. I the back of my mind I know it’s from the Russian shelling.

I start to leave again and then realize I don’t have my cat. I start frantically searching for her, but I’ve left my door open in my haste to leave the first time and she could be anywhere.

I finally manage to snare her and I dash for my truck. But I’m running out of time to get to a safe distance. I toss everything in, rev up, and start driving down the cratered street…

Then I woke up.

It took me quite some time to get back to sleep. I was wry agitated.

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Nickname: Munt Measurements: 45 B, 34, 38(?) Ambition: to be the best human ever! Turn ons: long walks on the beach, romantic dinners, porn, rainbows, cock Turn offs: bad smell face, men who are full of themselves, dead puppies, popcorn, sadness
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2 Responses to Nightmares

  1. truthspew says:

    It’s interesting I don’t dream or at least don’t remember them.

  2. Old Lurker says:

    As soon as you described the scenario I thought about your cat.

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