Last night. I am still freaked out. In my dream, at first, I didn't believe it was really going to happen, because, haha, that is crazy stuff. But then the ocean got all crazy and then BOILING RAIN happened. So we tried to stay inside, but there were people there (??) who's job seemed to be to make sure that everybody goes out to die. So we were trying to cover the kids with our bodies, and then at some point we thought going in the (crazy hurricaned) ocean would help because the water was cold, so we would be shielded from the boiling rain and not die in a giant fire. And once it ended, we would be survivors or something. But somewhere around that time is when I woke up.
I AM STILL FREAKED OUT. I don't want to die. I don't want my kids to die. :::shudder:::