The other night, I had a dream that I cannot forget. I was driving on a highway, in what could have been Los Angeles. After a while of driving, there was a sudden impact in the distance and a bright light. I averted my eyes quickly and knew that I would most certainly be dead in a few moments. It was a very intense feeling and yet I was at peace with it.
There was a period of darkness, possibly unconsciousness. When I woke up (within the dream), half of my vision was skewed. It wasn’t really blurry or gone completely, but something was different. When I saw my face in a reflection, I noticed that one of my eyes was completely white. No pupil or iris, nothing.
I stood up disoriented. I wasn’t sure if I was alive or dead. I didn’t know where I was or what was going on. When I started to realize that I somehow survived a nuclear attack, my only thought was to find my wife. I’m not sure of the events or modes of travel, but I managed to get to her office building (still intact). I found her alive and scared under a desk.
We were leaving the area outside when another survivor (nutcase) is walking around waving a gun and shooting in no particular direction.
We found a safe place (a condominium) and raided the food pantry for canned goods. There was some messing with electronic devices to try to get a radio signal, but it didn’t work. There happened to be a boat tied to a dock just off the back porch of this condo. So we decided to take as much food as we could and take the boat in search of other survivors (non-nutcases).
The end.