Last night I had the first nightmare I have had for decades
about nuclear war. I imagine that I last dreamed about it during the cold war –
or maybe the Yom Kippur War. Last night I saw an American rocket taking off. It
was quickly followed by a nuclear explosion which was approaching burning up an
oak tree. “Don’t look at it,” I said to the woman next to me. But it was too
late. Brighter than a thousand suns, it swept towards us. We were blind.
