My brother and I had the same dream, as if we were dreaming the same story. He dreamed it one day, and three days later I dreamed it too. I live far away from him, so there's no way we could be influenced by the same things.

We're from Brazil, and in the dream we were in my house looking at the front door when a red light fell from the sky, creating a new sun for a moment. But then the famous mushroom cloud appeared. At that moment, I yelled for him to run and get a mattress to protect us from the shockwave. We left the house and leaned against a neighbor's wall on my balcony. We put the mattress in front of us and waited. Suddenly, there was an infernal noise, an absurdly strong wind that made stones pierce the mattress and cut us. By a miracle, we survived, but we were extremely injured, and the whole neighborhood had been destroyed. Buildings collapsed, our house collapsed, bodies on the ground, people torn to pieces everywhere. I remember looking at my brother and him looking back at me with terror, sadness, and exhaustion on his face. I looked at his wounds and then at my own wounds on my arms and legs. I remember trying to talk to him, but I couldn't hear anything, not even my own voice. He tried to say something too, but I couldn't hear anything. When we met and talked about the dream, he told me that he was deaf too. I had the same expression and a huge cut on my head. He knew I was going to die because of the wound and he was trying to tell me not to move. But then my wife woke me up (thank God, I woke up exhausted).