Ask and ye shall receive

Yesterday I made mention that the dreams hadn't been as terrifying as anticipated. I usually take my PM dose of the dream crack around 8 or so. Last night I had forgotten about it and took it on my way to bed around 11. Well, the secrets out... taking that shit right before bed will bring on the crazy in no time flat. I woke up short of breath and in a full sweat around 330 and never really got back to sleep:

June 30 -

I'm on the balcony of our townhome, it's late, I'm smoking (Chantix only works while you're awake, BTW). It's definitely my house, but has no resemblance and there's a giant office building off my balcony that appears to be under construction. Strange glow in the sky and suddenly I notice hundreds of commercial airliners that normally make a pretty line to head to DCA are basically all darting for the Atlantic Ocean as fast as possible. Suddenly there is a huge surge of electricity and the office building I'm looking at bursts into flames. The heat is so intense I remember my cigarette burning twice as fast as it was supposed to. My face feels like it's melting. When the initial chaos stops, I can see the resulting fire is moving very quickly towards my building. Where is my wife? Where is the dog? I always have plans for this sort of thing but I'm helpless. I grab my cell and call 911 only to have the operator tell me half the city is on fire and do what I can on my own. The flames are actually on the posts of my deck. I know there is a hose down there somewhere. I grab the only extinguisher in the house and hightail it. Naturally, the only way to get to the back of my house is like a 1,000 meter dash. By the time I get around, the deck is engulfed in flames. I look up and there is my wife, screaming behind a pane of glass, holding the dog, banging on the glass for me to help them. She's hysterical, the dog is trying to squirm out of her arms. I'm screaming at her to get out. I start using the extinguisher and it's worthless. I find the hose that's back there, turn the water on, and look down to find my hands are are caked with bubbling melting plastic - the hose has melted.

By this time there are neighbors crawling around everywhere, all freaked out, no one knows what to do or how to help or where to go. I start the trek back to my front door as fast as I can, run inside, wife and dog are nowhere to be found. I search high and low and for the life of me can't find them. I swear I hear the dog crying, but don't know from where. I bolt upstairs, grab our safe box with the important things and run for it. Outside, the fires have started to die off and there are half charred people everywhere. They're crying, clothes half burned off, searching through rubble for pets and people. The building we live in is destroyed. I can't find my family. Last thing I remember is our neighbor putting his hand on my shoulder... I looked back and he was shaking his head. They were gone. I passed out.

Mental note - take PM Chantix dose early.