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I had a really horrible dream last night. The boyfriend, the baby and I were living in some house, not ours in real life, but ours in the dream. It was a really picture perfect Victorian house with a wraparound porch, not unlike one that I'd like to own someday. Somehow we received the news that a nuclear bomb was headed our way, poised to annihilate all of North America. We panicked for a second but accepted the situation. We went out to the porch and sat on a bench with the baby between us. We just said our “I love yous,” held each other tight, and waited in silence. In the dream I could see the light on our faces getting brighter as the explosion came closer. The baby closed his eyes and the boyfriend and I turned in toward him to hold him tighter. We hugged each other and I could hear this deafening silence getting closer. Then I woke up. I had this dream probably around five this morning. I was all distraught but didn't want to wake anyone up. I keep playing that last little bit over in my head and it keeps upsetting me on so many levels. I hate nightmares.
