Bad Dream

I have a lot of crazy dreams. I have funny dreams, sad dreams, fantastical dreams but every once in a while I have one that pretty much chills me to the bone and sticks with me for days. Last night I had a nightmare that was so frightening and so realistic I woke up screaming and in tears. I don't quite remember how it started, but I remember being in a building with hundreds and hundreds of people. Both of my children were with me. There was a lot of noise and chaos with all of these people around and amongst all of this craziness there was this bizarre thunderous noise. At first I thought it might have been a thunderstorm, but the sound wasn't quite the same. It had a very different sound to it that I can't adequately describe. I ran out of the building and looked up into the sky. The sky was very gray and cloudy and the sun was reflecting brightly off of the clouds. I had to squint really hard to see. As I looked up into the sky I saw that there was something falling to the ground at a very high rate of speed. Before too long I realized what was falling were missiles.
Hundreds of them. No doubt about it we were under attack and my realization of what was happening was gut wrenching. The first thought in my mind was my children. I had to run back into the building to get them to safety, except for when I turned to run, I couldn't. It was one of those dream scenarios where you try to run but your feet feel heavy or stuck in quicksand or marshmallows or something of the like. I couldn't move and these missiles were coming down faster and faster. The harder and harder I tried to run the more impossible it became. I could see inside the building, but couldn't see my children. My legs were getting so tired from working so hard to move. As I made a last ditch effort to get to the building, I fell and couldn't get back up. Tears were streaming down on my burning red skin. I looked up into the sky, still seeing missile after missile fall from the sky. I kept wondering who would do this to us and then realized one of the missiles was coming right for me and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I woke up just before it hit me and I was screaming for my children. I was so very glad it was just a dream, but it's stuck with me all day long...