woke this morning from dreams of Impending Doom. i dreamed i was in the 5th grade, but knowing then everything that i know now. one day in school, we got a stand-in teacher that took over. they changed the curriculum from math and other such things to something about the Holy War or the Holy Empire or something like that. i knew that it had nothing to do with God, but the final war. I knew that since they had felt the burning need to teach all the children about this, that nuclear holocaust was an inevitability, it was just a matter of time. so we sat and learned about fallout, nuclear winter, radiation sickness, etc.

we then went on a field trip to the library. as we drove, we saw bodies by the side of the road. some were oozing, their teeth falling out. some were still barely alive, reaching out to the bus and pleading as we rode by. some were charred pieces of flesh.

when we got to the library, i remember looking around at all the books and remembering what joy i got out of reading those back when i was actually in the fifth grade, and considered checking some of them out again. but then i logically remembered that in RL, i had books i needed to read and give back to the people i borrowed them from, and that in 3 weeks, when it was time to return the books, i would have to go through the whole rigamarole of finding my way back to the library to return them. but geez, i wanted that book on mice.

woke up and heard about London. *hugs the UK*