My dream took place in the 70s. There were two married couples hanging around on one of their front lawns. The woman of the other couple (who was wearing a bathing suit and towel) and the man who was my husband went into the other couple's house. The man from the other couple and I got mad so we started slow dancing together. They came outside and were not very happy about it.
The nuclear attack alarm went off so we ran downstairs to our bomb shelter. Our hiding place was right in from of a large glass window (go figure). The sky got dark and the alarm continued to sound. We wondered where our sons were.
I went outside to check. My younger son was in a car with another person. It was dangling over a GIANT crater in the ground. The police officer said he'd applied for a permit to rescue them but it was rejected so he cut their tether loose and the car plunged into the crater with the two of them inside. My other son (who is actually a co-worker of mine, 10 years my senior) made it home. He looked like he know he was in trouble.
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