A Jewish friend wrote that he expects an imminent nuclear exchange, because of The Gaza War.
I was born with the Caul, the placenta, wrapped around my head. Celts believe it gives you the vision.
I don’t see such destruction with my inner sight, but I had several vivid dreams about nuclear bombs in the late 1970s. Once in the East Village sirens sounded and everyone scrambled to the Astor Place Subway. A frenzied terrified scrum. I looked up. Saw the missile. White flash. Vaporized.
Second dream Moscow. Red Square. Sirens. Everyone filing orderly into the Metro. I look up. A missile. White flash.
The last was in the Nebraskan flatland. I was fucking this blonde. A schitzah. Sirens. She leapt up and dressed in a SAC blue uniform. Wished me luck, as she got into a B52 bound for the USSR. Mushroom clouds marched in my direction. A missile. White light.
I realized I had woken before the nuclear blast killed me.
Lucky and I feel lucky now. As would someone who has survived the worst. The best is yet to come