There was a lot that lead up to this point in the dream, but those details have already grown sketchy. I was younger and back living with my parents in WI. For some reason there was an ICBM (Inter-Continental Ballistic Missile, or 'nuke' for the layperson) in the field by the strip mall near my house. At some point I went outside to investigate a very strange noise, and it wasn't that ICBM launching, but instead one farther away. I watched it rumble its way up into the sky, slowly at first. They have to gain speed. It started to rotate and burned off in a direction that was to the left and sort of behind me. I had to go see if it'd come down anywhere close and whether or not it was a test fire or the real thing, so I ran down the street to where the trees ended and I had a clear view of the horizon. Incidentally this was also the route to the strip mall that had a hardware store and a Ben Franklin (those sell a bit of everything for the unacquainted).
Suddenly this huge aircraft rolls by. It was shaped like one of those cigar UFOs-- a cylinder with tapered points at either end, but with two stubby little wings that each had two very large 747 style jet engines, and there were two smaller jet engines that could rotate in any direction on either side of what was apparently the rear of the aircraft. Anyway, it was marked 'United States Air Force' and it took off. Around the same time, the ICBM that was by the strip mall also launched but immediately turned and crashed to earth and only the fuel exploded.
I kept shielding my eyes of what was to the left of me in case that first ICBM detonated its nuke, because I knew it would blind me if I looked right at it during the flash. I also kept thinking "I have to remember this for my blog! I have to remember this for my blog!" I had a blog in my dream. Well, that first ICBM did in fact go nuclear off in the distance. I successfully avoided being blinded by the flash and saw the mushroom cloud start to form.
Just before my alarm woke me up, the radioactive dust cloud and shockwave started to tear a path in my direction, I knew I had to make a decision: It wasn't between going back to my family or to the Ben Franklin (where there'd be plenty of food and water for a long wait), but instead the decision was between going back to where I could update my blog or the Ben Franklin.
Blogging about dreams again...
I'm still sick.
I had a good dream, too. It was about sex. With man. Or was it two?