I was on the porch of a hotel room of some kind in a huge metropolitan city. I was sitting in a rocking chair, next to my fiance. I saw what looked like a space shuttle far off in the city beginning to take off. As it rose into the air, it exploded, and the shockwave from the explosion came all the way across the city to where my fiance and I were sitting. We scrambled to get away when we came to our senses and realized the shockwave would reach us, but to no avail. Then the shockwave hit and everything went white. There was total whiteness and a loud ringing sound... this lasted for what felt like an hour, even though I think it was more like a couple minutes. Slowly, the scenery faded in. When I could see again, I realized there was no gravity, because everything was just floating. Then I remembered what had happened. I turned around in the air desperately looking for my fiance. Then I saw her... dead, floating in the air.
Then I woke up.
It was a really dark dream. Frightening, to say the least. Let's hope it isn't a foreshadowing of any kind. It seems a bit random anyway, so if it had any sort of meaning it is probably symbolic. What's so strange about this dream is that I haven't had a nightmare since I was a child, from what I can remember. It's been a number of years. I don't dream often.
"No physical quantity explains it's own existence, and no amount of time can consume an infinite series of events to bring you to the present, which means all of these somewhere have to be explained by one self-existent cause which is not physical."
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