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A couple years ago I dreamed that I was at the airport.  When I looked out a south-facing window I could see that small meteors were falling everywhere.  The distant city was aglow with fires and the blackened sky looked like a firestorm.

Airport structures begain collapsing.  I knew I had to escape, so I braved my way through two crumbling parking garages before I reached open air.

I didn't know what else to do, so I caught a taxi and headed north for my folks' house.  When I got there I explained what was going on down south.  They didn't believe me and said they'd seen nothing about it in the news.  “How could it not be in the news?” I said.  “The sky is falling!  It's Armageddon!”

Then I woke up.