it's the end of the world as we know it

i had a dream last night and bolides were impacting the earth, i was with my dad (why does he keep appearing?). and the skies were dark, red, and ominous. then the bolides hit and some people were gone instantly, some, drug through the core of the earth, dying en route, some lived through the destruction and went on to see another day (my dream seemed to focus on the end character, though i woke with a chill for all the dead and those i watched dying along the way).

there is a book about dream interpretation i read once, i need to get it again. basically, i'm sure it would say, (and it doesn't say anything, you have to do the work of interpreting your own dreams), this road is fraught with peril. but you will survive. many have died on this path, but that is not to be your fate.

and so it shall be.

i just keep startling out of my dreams, and i'm not used to it. the way i'd fall headlong out of dreams when they were traumatic. these are certainly heavy, but aside from the visceral reaction, they don't have the oppressive heaviness of the dreams i used to dream.

i have to be about things soon. much to do before i clock in. much to do.

and fit school in. i must do that.

peace. out.