I once dreamt that we were about to be bombed in a scary nuclear fashion. I was running around like a headless chicken with my favourite person. We were wearing bacofoil outfits, as you do. (Foil protects chicken in the oven, so I guess I figured it would do the same for me.) We then found an old white van. We decided that if the nuclear bombs hit our area we would be ok in this shabby van. Sadly we were wrong. The nuclear bomb hit us. I didn't hear a sound. I could just feel blood all over my face. Then I woke up. I've heard that nuclear dreams are about fear of cancer or chemotherapy. hmm