It happened again! This morning I had another dream about a big explosion in San Antonio. This is the third one that I have memory of in recent years.
I was in the back yard at my mom’s house where I grew up. Suddenly there was a huge explosion in the distance. There were more explosions, each one closer than the other. The sky was fill of smoke and sparks. Large rocks started to rain down. I ran to a nearby culvert and hid from the destruction where I fell asleep.
I woke up seconds later and it was morning. We walked around the area looking at all the rocks laying about. They seemed to be chunks of flint.
I guess this is more proof of how much I hate San Antonio. It helps me feel even better about planning my exit. I guess it wouldn’t hurt my feelings too much if the city did explode. Good riddance to bad rubbish.