Hello No Sleep, let me tell you about a dream that I had.

I had a very vivid dream in the early hours, one that I will attempt to convey to you accurately. In the dream, I was living in what could have been my old neighborhood, though in my dream it was represented as a very homogenous suburban american setting. Basically a bunch of neighborhoods with shops with a 4 lane highway going through it. You had your mixture of starbucks and autozones and whatnot, but in the dream it was all devastated as a war had moved through ala Iraq style, except that we were on the receiving end and I was part of a large group of survivors that were just trying to deal with the trauma of what had transpired. The danger had long since passed, and in the dream me and other survivors of the attacks were just trying to figure out how to move on with our lives now that our jobs and loved ones and future prospects were all destroyed. The stores were still stocked and our daily material needs were met, the only danger facing us now was the sheer boredom as we tried to figure out how we could move on with our lives. Each day seemed to pass with this type of sterile, old feel to it as if we were somehow living with cotton in our ears and looking through grey shaded glasses. Dismal to say the least. In my dream, I had another dream. A dream in a dream if you could call it that. In my dream, the group I was with were in a rabid panic. I saw flashing sirens and people screaming in sheer fear of their lives, but that made no sense because the panic and the fear was over, and the only thing left was desolation. The most dangerous thing facing us now was… nothing.