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I think I might have some issues with the end of the world. It is a reoccurring theme in my dreams. Always there is lots of fire, lots of running, screaming people, and me, just trying to survive.

Also, people have a habit of spontaneous combustion in my apocalypse dreams. Ouch.

So, the skies were grey, people were running. But I always think, where they hell do you go when the world is literally going down in flames around you? Well, apparently, you find a really old spooky looking house, and decided that maybe it will be safe if you hide in its basement. But then of course, that is where all of the old, satanic witches find you. The ones that want your blood to complete the destruction of the world. And why me? Why was I so damn special? What about that guy over there, he's already on fire and dieing. Just take him. But no. It had to be me. So, I become a Bruce Willis character and jump in a car and drive to my grandmothers. Good ole grandma, she understands me.

She tells me that the only way to stop all of this crap is to wake up. Wow. So I woke up, got pissed at myself for dreaming this crap, went back to sleep.