surprisingly i don't have apocalyptic dreams. i see what's happening and read about it, but then i dream of dogs and books, and occasionally people from the past, wondering where they are in their heads and if they ever happen to think of where i am. i used to dream of being lost in a concrete labyrinth, walking slowly, trying to find some recognizable feature to guide me home. i don't think i ever did, i just exited by waking up wherever i happened to be.