The Urban Pantheist

Woke up at 4:00 a.m. from a zombie dream. I don't remember any details, I just remember looking at the clock and thinking "why did I do that to myself?" (The only time I can remember a horror movie actually causing nightmares the remake of Dawn of the Dead, which I watched right after the Katrina disaster--I had nightmares for about a week.) Against expectations, I managed to get back to sleep until the alarm went off.


I went right into a dream that took place at work; of course, it didn't look like it, but it felt like it. One of the biggest differences was a big mountain on the horizon, over which loomed ominous clouds. The place was crowded, and there was must discussion about the oncoming storm. Suddenly the mountain shook and a black cloud rapidly formed over it. We all realized that a volcanic eruption was underway. I ran inside with a coworker and we both began frantically searching the internet for news. Nobody seemed to know how close the volcano was, and how much danger we might be in, but darkness began to envelop us. The last image I saw before waking up (on tv?) was of cars near Boston knocked by a shock wave into water. I woke up frustrated that I couldn't find out more about the volcano.

It bears explaining that I have a copy of The Great International Disaster Book in my bathroom, and I've been reading bits of it every day. There are no volcanoes in eastern Massachusetts to my knowledge.