The mind in sleep cycles
Aug. 7th, 2003 11:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bktheirregularTossed and turned until 3 am last night, and when I slept ... it wasn't restful.
For some reason, the world was dying. The oceans had all been frozen, the atmosphere, I think, was ripped away, and it was all my fault; and instead of working to solve the problem, people were tossing nukes at each other. I could see the flashes on the horizon, pillars of light that pinpointed the forming mushroom clouds, and every now and again, there'd be a dull *boom*.
It was a badly disjointed dream; the pieces didn't fit together, and even from within the dream-state it didn't make sense. Maybe my first hint should have been that I didn't have anyone around me telling me that I was the greatest thing since sliced bread and anyone who disagreed with me was a traitor.
I wonder if the President ever dreams about the end of the world. I wonder if he ever questions himself.
For some reason, the world was dying. The oceans had all been frozen, the atmosphere, I think, was ripped away, and it was all my fault; and instead of working to solve the problem, people were tossing nukes at each other. I could see the flashes on the horizon, pillars of light that pinpointed the forming mushroom clouds, and every now and again, there'd be a dull *boom*.
It was a badly disjointed dream; the pieces didn't fit together, and even from within the dream-state it didn't make sense. Maybe my first hint should have been that I didn't have anyone around me telling me that I was the greatest thing since sliced bread and anyone who disagreed with me was a traitor.
I wonder if the President ever dreams about the end of the world. I wonder if he ever questions himself.
