My dreams are so often about doomsday and about me saving my family. The thing is, I don't feel they are nightmares, I find them beautiful. I have dreamt dreams of the world ending since I was very young, I used to be scared but I'm not anymore. The dreams are majestic, the details are better than in cinema, I have seen enourmous meteorites falling in flames and smoke through the sky and smashing into our earth in a mindshattering blow, throwing the seas into the air and crushing whole cities. I have met Colossus more times than I can remember, me hiding in an enourmous dome of clear glass, trying to find shelter. But I never feel scared, I just feel a thrill and pure awe of these majestic and horrifying creatures, I can only focus on how beautiful they are, like a lion simply acting according to their nature, me, I'm just an insect in the way. I'm more concerned for my family, I have to keep them out of harm and take us into safety. What does this mean? Is it completely F****d up to dream these dreams?