Dreaming of Nuclear Tsunamis

I had the strangest dream and I can still remember a lot of details, so I'll share...

I was in a house in a beachside community with a view of the ocean (not on the beach, but on a hill a few blocks away) and I was looking out the window at the water, when many miles in the distance, a mushroom cloud rises. Somewhere, miles out to sea, there's been a nuclear explosion.

People panic and flee. I'm sort of maintaining my equanimity.

I quit smoking in June (real life, but apparently also in the dream), and I reason that I'm probably going to die of something other than smoking, so now's as good a time as any to start smoking again. I walk down to a nearby gas station to pick up a pack of smokes.

In the panic, one of the things people are trying to hoard is tires... car tires. The gas station sells tires and they're mobbed. I push my way through to the counter and try to buy a pack of smokes, but the guy figures a pack of cigarettes is small potatoes and can't be bothered. I slap a $20 bill on the counter, tell him to give me a pack of Kools and a lighter and he can keep the change. It'll take him 10 seconds.

He gives me my cigarettes, pockets the money, and I smoke one as I walk back to the house.

When I get to the house, I flip on the television to see if I can get some news coverage of what happened. The Emergency Broadcast System has been activated and all the channels are telling me to tune to some channel for more information. I do and they announce they're going live to Washington for a message from the President.

The shot changes and there's a Senator with his face in the camera like a frat boy on Spring Break. "Live from Washington D.C.," he shouts, "it's the President of the United States!!!! Woooooo!!!"

The shot cuts to the Senate floor, which is packed. Dubya hasn't arrived yet, so the commentators are pointing out celebrities in attendance. Now don't ask me why, but the celebrity they point out is an obscure actor named Jimi Mistry, a half-Irish, half-Indian actor from England. Even more odd is they're claiming his father is a senator. This is not odd because Mistry's father is Indian, but because they've got British citizenship.

But it seems less odd, because the guy they're identifying as Jimi Mistry doesn't look Indian at all. He actually looks like the love child of John Dye and Dylan Moran.

Then I woke up.

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