A Hollywood producer with a huge special effects budget was directing my dreams the other night. Have you ever had an awesome dream that was so realistic that you can’t stop thinking about it?
Last night I watched with shock and awe as a giant asteroid (somehow related to Mars) plummeted to Earth and impacted in the centre of an unnamed city, way off in the distance.
I felt the phattest bass of the shockwave rumble below my feet, and the flash was near blinding. Everyone around me went from standing still to a frenzied panic as we watched the glowing red blast wave heading for us consuming everything in its path.
At this stage I toyed with the idea of jumping off a nearby bridge to my death, so as to avoid facing becoming like a rag doll being tossed by the violent winds to my ultimate doom.
Instead, to cut a long dream short, I found a moat in a farm (as you do in a big city), swam to the bottom, and held my breath as a fiery wind raced across above me. Whew!
Then I woke up.
I didn’t even get to read the credits.