Nucleus
I dreamt that I was in control of a massive, intercontinental missile strike. The missiles contained nuclear warheads. I was in control of the apocalypse, but did not desire to be in such a position. I turned myself in.
I walked up to the authorities (they were all there) and told them I didn't want the responsibility anymore. That they could have it. They wanted to shoot me, because they thought I was lying.
I knelt down, hands behind my head, facing away from them. I was prepared to die, but held on to the hope that they would believe me, that I was giving up.
There was no malice in me by that point. I wonder if there had been any to begin with. I felt more than anything that the responsibility truly was mine. But not by choice. It was this power that the authorities feared and why they made me feel like a criminal.
So I was there, kneeling, waiting to hear the first shot, when I looked up and saw the cobwebs being created across the sky. Somehow, at the point when I had relinquished my responsibility, the missiles were set off. The world was going to die now, but who was to blame?
I turned back to see the fear and confusion on the faces of the people who stood ready to execute me, though I was now the least of their worries. They ran to nowhere, and I turned back around to watch the descent of the bomb that was meant for me.
It exploded about a mile away, perhaps a half mile above the ground. There wasn't much time to feel anything before it ended. There was only the question of how this happened. Who did this? Was it me? Was there ever really any control at all, or just the perception of it?
And then it all went away.
