No, this isn’t about George Bush or Saddam Hussein. This is only about a dream. So don’t track me down, FBI.
In this dream, I was living in a high-rise with my parents. It was around 8PM during Summer as we had our windows wide opened, and I was on the floor watching TV. And suddenly, I heard a loud noise coming from the sky. I looked up, and at first, it appeared to a stealth plane since it was afar. A few moments after, however, it looked like a gigantic black missile with three fins protruding from the two-third length of its body. Something told me it was a nuke.
Before it hit the ground, I thanked my mother for raising me this far, and I think the ol’ man was standing on the veranda smoking his last one. It hit a few miles away. I’d see the flames rushing towards us as it engulfed everything in its path, and I’d actually feel its heat intensifying as it got closer. Yet, I wasn’t afraid of it; in fact, I was mesmerized by its destructive power. Continue reading ‘Weapon of Mass Destruction’ »




