I had this incredibally vivid dream last night that San Diego was bombed.
I was at a house with an enormous window that gave full view of the buildings in Downtown tumbling against eachother surrounded by orange fiery halos, the structures blackening. And this black and orange spread throughout the landscape, and towards me, until I felt all my environment shaking.
I also dreamt of the next day when I had to search through the rubble of Downtown for my car. I found it turned over on its side, and I was surprised to find that, when I put it back on its wheels, it still ran, although the driver's side door wouldn't stay shut.
I'm currently listening to David Bowie's "The Voyuer of Utter Destruction as Beauty."