I don’t usually give dreams a second thought, though there have been far too many where I’ve woken up just as I’m getting killed but last night ranked amongst the oddest. An old lady – a friend’s granny – was marking off the signs of the apocalypse, things like landslides, the BP oil spill and other nonsense. And she said that she was waiting for one more sign before the torrent from heaven rained down. And as she asked my friend – her grandson – about me she realized that I was the final sign and started weeping hysterically and shouting that the end was coming. As she said it a massive storm or something erupted. And then I woke up, knowing that I’d brought about the end of the world. Nice way to start the day.