I never seem to be scared in the dreams in which I should...
Fragments of a dream: Nuclear bomb detonated in Toledo. Was outside in a downtown area? But not real Toledo downtown; fake dream-made one. Saw it falling from the plane. Clear blue sky. It tumbled end over end. We ducked (what would that do?) and bright flash of light. Far enough away that not killed or obviously damaged, but worried about radiation. Now inside (dream where inside and outside flow from one to other and are sometimes reversed) house -- maybe mine? But not actually mine. Talking to someone. I had a sig. other in dream. Don't know who. Someone from past? Think it was situation where person kept changing; bleeding from one person to next. Hard contact bits in eye? Looking in mirror. Noticed right eye no longer had pupil or iris. Just bloodshot white (but pure white where iris/pupil should have been). Dream logic: when bomb hit, I didn't close that eye all the way, so now blind in that eye (but still had depth perception). Flash of light was too bright. Outside again. Second bomb being dropped. Much like first. Group of us dropped to ground before it hit (duck and cover, kids). Again, bright light. Arms over head as if it would be protected. Dream backtracked and replayed this bomb dropping for a bit. In each replay, would be in diff. position on ground during explosion. During backtracking, having debate with dad over which position of ineffectually ducking protected best. Decided on one (must protect the head/brain) and dream continued. Kept looking at arm; expected skin to turn burnt black like at peace park in Hiroshima. Crawling in solider-in-obstacle-in-mud-with-rifle fashion along a long couch. Fingernails grew long and curly. Mutation. Worries about cancer and radiation. Woke up. Realized not real. No nuclear explosions. Safe in bed. Hit snooze button.