Furls Fire wrote:I had a horrible nightmare, it was probably due to watching the news coverage of those fires near LA. Anyway, our house was on fire, and for some reason I was outside and all of the rest of my family were inside. And I was running and running and running to get to the front door, but I just couldn't seem to get there.
I woke up sweating then darted around to all the bedrooms to make sure my children were all safe. I hate dreams like that.

I remember reading somewhere the "explanation" that dreams in which something awful happens means the opposite occurs in real life. Personally, I'm very skeptical about dream theory, but there ya go.
About a month ago, I had a crazy cosmic dream that I still think about. Every once in a while, I'll be entertained/scared by an epic dream that seems to come out of nowhere (well, duh, it's a dream). The details have somewhat faded, but the larger impression remains. It starts with me walking along the street minding my own business, then I happen to look up in the sky, and there I see in midday light what at first appears to be the Moon. But then I see that it's a Moon/Earth composite. Then day suddenly becomes night, and I see that the Moon/Earth object has become ornamented with jewels - a wondrous but also sinister sight, because it looms monstrously in the sky, much larger than the real Moon would ever be.
The other part of the dream I can recall has to do with...well, the end of the universe. Like a camera zooming out into the cosmos, I'm seeing the galaxies displayed before me. Then something happens: the galaxies are rocked by clusters of explosions that have torn the "fabric" of the universe. Immense grey cloud "things" appear in the wake of the explosions - like a viral invasion. That "virus" would be chaos, or entropy. The destruction of all that is has begun. And there is no one to stop it...but me. My mind and body merges with the cosmos, and I feel the explosions as hemorrhages in my brain. I absorb all the destruction. That was when I woke up. I was a tad freaked out, because for a moment I thought was having a stroke or seizure of some kind. But I got out of bed and was relieved that I still functioned normally.
This cosmic doom-and-gloom stuff possibly arises from a lot of intense thinking about the Last Chronicles. That and Dr. Who.