Dreamed the Apocalypse was occurring again.
This time I was obsessed with recognizing the very clear signs of its approach, such as certain scriptures of the Torah being recited in a certain way while weird obscure paintings were restored to perfection; and everyone stood around chanting as peregrines landed in our midst to signify the purity of our souls.
Several scenes of Bush at firearm rallies for some reason, shadowy government guys, etc. I wasn’t looking forward to the whole “going through the tribulation” part, and as usual, found myself wishing that Jehovah wasn’t such a colossal prick.
It pretty much was on the cusp (red sky, otherworldly noise, horrid feeling of wrongness) just as I woke up.