I always have dreams about the end of the world, and they are always NUKES, NUKES, and more NUKES. I can't tell you how many nightmares I have where I'm looking to the south and see a mushroom cloud 80 miles away over Salt Lake City.
The dreams feel so real...when I wake up I can feel the blood pumping through my veins, my heart feeling like it's going to pound it's way out of my chest, and enough sweat to make a pond.
But what would I do?
I'd probably kill myself before dying from the radiation poisoning. Not a way I want to die.