In my dream, I went to my grandparent’s house on a family vacation. My uncle David taught us how to make shirts, rubber bands, and misc textiles out of recycled shopping bags. I was disinterested in the process, as were my brothers. My brothers ran off and my uncle used his police officer skills to chase and arrest them and bring them back to the crafting. I somehow evaded capture and let my grandma finish my shirt for me. I was impressed at her speed and efficiency in sewing the recycled thread into the shirt. Then we got a news report that america had been nuked by Russia or Iran or China (unclear.)
We could see the bright light and mushroom could in the distance. We were apparently at a safe distance, but still affected by the destruction. I was at the front door of my uncle’s house and two young girls battered from the blast came seeking help. I invited them in and directed them to the living room. My grandma came to their aid and I ran around the house unsure of what to do.
I think it’s clear to say that this dream expressed my greatest fears. Nuclear war, family relationships, police, and women.