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Ive been thinking about death a lot lately.Not in a creepy way,though.I had a dream about a week ago where I should have died,but I didnt and it kinda just made me think about death.I was walking down my street with my cousin Stefanie.It was my street,but it wasnt my street.you know,that whole dream deal.anyways,I get to some random house and I go in.I looked out the window and I saw a nuclear bomb go off.I was basically at ground zero of the explosion.It took like 2 minutes to get to me.I saw it coming toward me and I remember thinking "so this is how I die..I wonder if its going to hurt or if I'll just die instantly" and then there was the quick second right before it happened where a huge burst of fear hit me..but it was a kind of serene fear almost.And as soon as the shockwave hit the house I was engulfed by it,but I didnt get blown away like thought I would.I didnt move at all, actually. I was kind of suspended in the air,and I had an extreme tingling feeling all over my body.And it was very dusty all around me,and for some reason or another I survived it unscathed.that part of the dream ended right about there,and then it skipped to a different part where I came in contact with the guy that set it off.We were near a railroad,and we got out of our cars.I was with someone else.no idea who it was,but he was talking to the guy when he admitted he set it off,and i barged into the conversation and was like "You're the one who set off the bomb?! I was in that fucking explosion you asshole!!" and I punched him in the face.That was pretty much the end of the dream.My fuuucked up dream.

On a lighter note; I went to Castle Island for the first time in about 6 years today.I need to go back with my camera.