The Eve of Destruction

When
I was a kid (in the sixties) I used to have this dream quite frequently,
and it stayed with me occasionally through my twenties. I suspect that
many of my generation suffered through the same phenomena, and wonder
how many of them are still having these dreams and with what frequency.

Anyway, I haven’t had the doomsday dream in almost 20 years and wonder
what brought it on. It was different this time; I was trying to decide what
would be the safest place to ride out the storm, and even as the howling
holocast rushed closer I felt no panic or fear. The really weird thing
is that I told this disconcerting dream, in some detail, to my students
this morning. I guess I was still groggy from a rough night and jabbering
from pre-conference jitters. Lord knows what the poor dears think of me
now. I know they’ve found my blog and I imagine they are nervously trying
to decipher how my madness may affect their lives and careers.

Of course, things in dreams are rarely what them seem at first glance. It could symbolize a GOOD kind of nuclear destruction.
Although sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. As I prepare to head into
Cambridge for the BloggerCon Gear-up Ho-down I can’t help wondering what
I’ve gotten myself in for. It promises to be Nuke-U-Lar weekend.