There is scariness down there. I dreamt last night that I was standing on a sidewalk lined with shops when two helicopters with an object held between them on a rope passed overhead. Everything went quiet and the sky was orange.

"Oh shit, here it comes."

The object dropped, the sky blackened and the slim outline of a mushroom cloud appeared through the smog. It blossomed, the whole earth shook violently and I was buffeted on all sides by an unbelievable wind. I screamed and screamed as I lost myself in chaos. Then it stopped. I was alive.

Someone ran up to me and I just held them while they cried.

I didn't know I had that inside me.