Strange dreams.

I had the strangest dream last night:

I was having lunch with friends at the Eastern Cape beach house. We were talking about raising chickens (can you believe it?), about how stinky they are but the advantages of getting up and collecting warm fresh eggs.

I looked out the window and the sky was inky dark, the sky that had been so blue before, so dark you could see stars. Someone joked that it was The Asteroid, the one the government wasn't going to bother telling us about because it would be futile. I stood outside and looked at the velvet sky. Every star that ever shone was blazing in this dark late afternoon. The air through the windows was soft and fresh and smelled like fynbos and ocean.

The sky returned to blue and I said "See, no asteroid," and we went back to chatting, until we heard and saw a formation of about twelve planes and missiles in the sky. They were beautiful and I said "We'll never see anything like that again."

Ten seconds later, the earth shook not that far away, my eyes filled with light and we were thrown. I was swimming through the air and I couldn't tell which way was up, and I was just waiting for it to start hurting.