SCARY dream =(

i dreamt l.a. was attacked by terrorists. in the dream, our government had been giving us warnings for several days, but no one took the warnings seriously. yet i had a strong gut feeling that something terrible was going to happen, and soon. so i briefed all my friends and family on what to do in case we're attacked [don't ask me how i knew what to say...i just did]. and sure enuff, the next day, a group of us were at the farmer's market when we heard a loud shrill sound high above us. instinctively, i yelled at our group "everybody down! under the benches!" and dived underneath one of the wrought iron benches that lined the sidewalk. as i dived, i thought to myself, "oh God, it's starting. please let everyone remember what we went over yesterday." a split second later, i heard a missile crash down into one of the farmers' tents, and i wondered if we'd all slowly melt from radiation or get cut to shards by flying debris. i buried my face in my arms just in case i ended up surviving...i'd need my eyes to see if i did. i felt the earth beneath me heave to and fro, and heard the deafening screams of people running for their lives. something heavy fell on top of the bench i was hiding under, and i realized it was a dead body. a couple of seconds later the area around me was silent, and i cautiously raised my head to assess the damage. i was stunned by what i saw. bodies and limbs were everywhere, all stained with blood and mixed with splatterings of various fruits and vegetables. i suddenly noticed someone was whimpering softly, and as i pulled myself from underneath the bench, silently thankful that it was a wrought iron bench and not a wooden one, i called out, "michelle?! michelle?! is that you?? are you alright? did you get under a bench? where are you???" my sister then replied in between sobs, "yah, i'm here. i'm alright. i took the bench right before yours." i quickly found her and pulled her out, calling out the names of the other people we had been with. some had dived under benches too, but some others hadn't, and we had lost them. my heart
rose to my throat, and i choked out a small, frightened, desperate cry.

then i woke up.