Listening: KCRW's Chocolate City and Dragnet
Mentally Replaying: Snatches of "Scarlett's Walk"
Considering: an entry on race and Lott and Co
Desiring: a massage
Aches and Complaints: post-climbing tight muscles
Enjoying: my candle and incense

Driving home I remembered very disturbing dream I had recently:

It was a pleasant evening at a very fancy restaurant overlooking a protected area of the Los Angeles bay. It couldn't have been winter - it was warm and the sun was only beginning to set. I was set for a nice night out, except the usual people I would go out with weren't available. On a whim I had asked Destruction (not his real name) and he had agreed for the free show and dinner.

The deal was that I would get a free, large dinner for two at this fancy place and get to watch a big, fancy water show - people on jet skis, speedboats and water cannons. We were settling in and I was taking in the brilliant sunset when something in the sky caught my attention. Something like a fat diamond of a star appeared and blossomed into an irridescent bubble.

I pointed it out to Destruction, too dumbfounded to use real words. By the time he looked up the bubble had *slowly* ceased to be a bubble and the inner parts collapsed to the outer ring. Then the ring dissolved into rushing smoke-like clouds.

The clouds spread almost to fast to track with the eye but we all saw it coming for us and some people screamed as the dark clouds billowed down over us and blowing through us like we weren't there. Men froze in panic and women fainted. The air didn't feel like anything more than a mild breeze. In hushed, panicked whispers everyone began asking each other what the hell that was. One by one the televisions over the bar in the back were interrupted from the football games they were airing to hastily assembled newscasts. I didn't have to look to know what had happened.

An atomic bomb had been launched against the US. It had been intercepted in the upper atmosphere but the interceptors had detonated it. While the blast hadn't killed anything we had been completely washed in the radiation.

All I could do was shiver and cry while Destruction dragged me to my car.

For a long time my greatest fear had been dying in an extended and excrutiating illness. Only recently has that been shoved aside by the thought of dying in a meaningless attack wherein I am not the true target, but my government that doesn't give one goddamn about my personal politics.

So my subconcious has found a way to marry the two together. Lovely.