I am a: Quirky sysadmin. Geek. Gamer. Comic fangirl. My little space, my home on the interwebs. I blog about personal stuffs, work, various coding projects, and anything else I feel like.

I have lots of lists. One of them is “things I should do.” Keeping a dream diary is one such thing. I write down entries here and there if I remember to do so, or I tell my therapist about them, and then they’re completely gone from my mind. (hence why I should record them all!)

Here’s one I had the wherewithal to record on my phone on September 23rd, 2024:

Last night I had a dream that mostly I do not remember except for the very end. I was in my childhood home and I think dad was with me as well as my kid. I can’t remember if there was noise or not I just remember him pointing to the back door and looking out the window I saw these tall plumes. Kind of like nuclear mushroom clouds, but thinner. They were extremely bright yellow and red and white. They were racing towards the house and dad was trying to get me and my kid to go down into the basement. I knew we wouldn’t make it in time, nor would we be protected. I remember reaching out as if to hold them back with my hand, and feeling the heat. Then everything exploded, and I remember thinking “this is how I die.” I was burning and I think I screamed. Then I woke up.