A recurring dream

In a dream, I peer over a cliff
With my father right next to me, overlooking a sprawling metropolis
In a fraction of a second, the city is swallowed up by a mushroom cloud of power and chaos
Frightened, I turn to my father
He glances at me and says, “Well, you really f***ed that one up”





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