Nightmare

So last night's nightmare started with driving like crazy to escape from a Philadelphia that was completely engulfed in flames. Then I went to a band picnic for reasons, but when I left, it was continued disaster zone. Multiple car accidents, with ambulances all over the place. I kept passing people screaming on stretchers. The traffic locked up to the point that I finally abandoned the car and was trying to cross all the shattered glass in bare feet. I'd almost made it to Long Beach Island, though, where my parents and several other members of that side of the extended family were, and my dad came to find me. We'd gotten back to the house when the radio announced that Russia had launched a ballistic missile that was going to land in the Atlantic near us. We only had two or three minutes before it exploded. I was frantically trying to call Chuckro and ARR (who mercifully were apparently somewhere safeish) to say goodbye and we were arguing over whether to try to hide in the back of the house (there was no basement) or whether it was pointless to try and I was upset that Long Island was also going to get hit and so my in-laws were going to die too. And my last thought before I woke up was that I was glad Obama was still president for a few more weeks, because he might be able to keep the situation from escalating even more and making things worse for the survivors.