7 September 2012
I dreamt about the end of the world, that the earth was rapidly folding up and turning to molten fire beneath me. The face of Earth was disappearing like the tugged table cloth trick not working. I stole someone's fully fuelled nearby helicopter (they would have wanted me to) and, like a duck to water, immediately learnt to fly it. Without insurance, I managed to rescue all my loved ones before they and we could be swallowed up. We flew high, watching the horror of the devastation below. When the fuel ran out, we crashed through a reforming barrier, onto the new and beautifully crafted, fresh Earth. We survived, basked in sunshine, smelt sweet scented flowers and lived happily ever after... Yessss! It must be Friday!!!
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