First of all my sister is all better.
Running around and playing in the mud and whatnot.
But anyway.
There is gonna be an actual point to this!
Lately, I've been having very disturbing dreams about the end of the world.
Somethings were a bit abstract, but the message was abundantly clear.
There was a large time bomb in the sky,
which read "1,982 days," and however many so hours and minutes and such.
The US military decided to try and deactivate it by sending up a robot or something.
It seemed to turn off for a moment, and everyone was over-enjoyed.
Until it suddenly kicked back on, and the timer started going down rabidly, until it reached 0 and detonated in a matter of seconds.
I only caught a glimpse of what was left before I woke up.
It was only charred ground and fire.
NOT a good dream.
Especially when I was fully convinced in my mind that it wasn't a dream.
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