Last night I dreamt that aliens were coming to destroy the Earth and people knew and figured out a way to protect about 3 square miles of it, which was like some kind of sanctuary. I got in and watched the rest of the Earth explode from some kind of omniscient viewpoint, which is of course a product of having seen too many movies on the same topic. I felt sad and panicky at first, but I knew that things would be okay, for me at least. “This would make a great movie,” I thought. Usually if I get lucid I wake up, but I think I was too tired.

I was on a raft heading towards the sanctuary and there was a flood of water from breaking dams or something. Then there were all these fucking tigers swimming towards me and attacking anything that moved, including me. My childhood bff was there and we were fighting them, and I could see us losing hit points.

There were also square pizzas, provided, no doubt, by Robot Dad. I cannot even go into that right now.

Conclusion: I need to get out more.