Dreams
I had a bunch of really amazing dreams, most of which I don't remember. In one of them, San Francisco had been suddenly attacked with an atomic bomb, and I saw (from what might have been a place in Bernal Heights) a mushroom cloud forming over the Bay. I was terrified that I would soon be killed by the radiation or that I would breathe in or ingest some radioactive substance; I spent all my time trying to figure out the various risks and how to avoid them.
I'm pretty sure that almost all of my dreams in the past two days have either involved romance or war, death, or espionage.
