Last night I dreamed that I was young again. I was getting married! There was much ado and fuss about my wedding gown, I remember. And then we had the nuptials, which were not the nuptials of my memory but rather some sort of fanciful affair. My husband looked so young and strong, though! And handsome.
After we married, we left and went to a cabin by a lake for our honeymoon. The lake had an island in the middle of it. During the night, there was a massive shaking of earth and multiple explosions! The power went down by half; there were emergency lights on only. We couldn't get water from the well.
We found a battery-powered radio and it said the world was in chaos; there were zombies! I looked outside to see fire raining down from the sky. I saw something huge and red and realized that there was fire racing through the tree tops on the far side of the lake.
Embers flew through the air and landed on the island, which was only separated from the cabin by a small ankle-deep eddy, and I raced out in my wedding gown to cover burning embers with dirt. James grabbed a bucket and began drawing water from the lake to keep the flames from burning down the cabin.
And that's when I woke up.
It's an odd dream to have had on the morning we wake to find that a meteorite has terrorized a community in Russia, eh?
I suspect the wedding gown came from Valentine's Day, the zombies from a book I am reading. I hadn't thought much about the asteroid that is approaching earth today, but perhaps my subconscious registered it.