strange dreams
i woke up an hour before i was supposed to this morning. i rolled back over, went to sleep and had a odd dream...

at first, it was like i was watching a documentary. these people would take things (i don't know or remember what they are) through a gate. i think the gate was like an entrace to a city or something...
the people were sitting in the bed of an old, old pickup, and holding objects up. the best way to describe it was like hunks of cow meat (like sides of beef, but it wasn't recognizable as meat.) or large pieces of pink insulation. i got the impression that you could eat the objects they carried.
the people were all women. though the truck was an old style body, it was red and shiny, like new.
the things they'd take through would expand in size as it went through the gate...the people were dressed for 1940's factory work, dusty coveralls...boots, hair up in nets or caps.
one in particular was a blonde girl with a short hair cut, flapper style.

flash forward. the stuff in the gate was some sort of radiation and an old woman was the blonde girl. don't ask me how i knew that, i just did.
she had just been through the gate again, this time in the car with the rest of the family. it was like she was my grandmother, but she looked nothing like either of my grandmothers. though frail with age, she was tall. she walked in the house and sat heavily in the first chair she could find...she was exhausted and was thinking that going through the gate did it.
i remember at this part of the dream she actually did become my grandmother...

next thing i know, i'm in a house i don't recognize, but i know it belongs to family. i can't remember who was with me but i want to say it was dad and carter. dad was watching the news and told me to come look at outside.
the sky was dark, like an impending storm, full of gray clouds, but one was radically different. it grew up, into the sky, becoming a mushroom cloud. apparently the news was about nuclear missile strikes.
i remember becoming panicked. first thing i thought or said was, "i gotta call granny." i grabbed the phone, i don't remember if i dialed or not, but i was thinking of who else i should call before the shockwave and e.m.p. hit...ken, of course, instantly sprang to mind. i also thought i should call mom and let her know.

and around there i woke up. weird, huh?
i remember thinking that it was odd that i wanted to call granny, for both of my grandmothers had been deceased for some time now. i can't, however, recall if i thought that in the dream or if i came to that realization upon waking.
it makes me wonder.