
I had moved into a two story apartment with my ex-wife and her mother, who was recently widowed and came to stay with us.
One morning the woman was coming downstairs for breakfast, representing the first time I had seen her in more than two decades. I said buenos días Marisa, and the woman replied cordially in kind.
Just then I heard what sounded like an airplane flying low and very nearby so I went to the window and was aghast to see the sky had not only suddenly darkened, but there was a large passenger plane seemingly hovering above about to crash. I then noticed about half a dozen or more planes slowly falling from the sky and knew at that moment the final world war was underway.
I quickly began seeing white-helmeted NATO troops running frantically through the streets below as gunshots rang out and the sound of tanks and other vehicles rumbled by.
Loudspeakers blared warnings for people to stay in their homes and that those trying to flee would be shot.
I couldn’t help thinking about my youngest daughter who was at school nearby and how frightened she would surely be and if I could only find a way to run over to the school and get her home so we could all be together should the world come to an end.
Then I woke up.
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