Detonating Mars, Pink Explosion, War

By Firstchild, dreamt during the the fall of 2001

I was just preparing to blow up one of the craters of Mars with my schoolmate.
It started with me and my schoolmate wanting to blow a crater of Mars up. We were on Earth, of course. We couldn't go to mars. But we had an atomic bomb. And that schoolmate could throw far.
So the plan was: I set the timer, he throws the bomb to mars. But. He got drunk, and didn't want to throw. Unfortunately, I had already started the countdown. So I ran.
After running for a while, I met my father driving a car from the 70's.
I begged, "Drive me far away from here, now!"
He said, "Sorry son, I'm going shopping!"
And he drives away. 10 seconds left. I shrug. I see the atomic explosion. No sound.
But there's a large pink color emerging, killing everyone. It reaches me. I say, "Alright, now I must be dead, so I might as well wake up." Then I wake up.

But it's not over. I go back to sleep, and the dream starts over. Same dream!
Starting from where I was running. I see a lot of people horrified and such. Then I reach a spot, in front of the dining place of the film camp. I stop, the pink thingee comes again.
Then one of my spiritual-type friend comes. The pink thing covers us, but we don't die.
"Hey, we didn't die!", we are happy. We figured that the pink cloud kills most of humanity, but not 'our kind'...
The rest of the dream played in a while-there-is-war atmosphere.
People who were still alive gathered in some kind of a broken-down mcdonalds restaurant. I saw other buildings, smashed, bombed.
There was only one working phone line, with a phone from the early 1900's. Only a few things were reachable with it, the phone cables were ruined throughout the country.
The people who didn't die were in a bad mood.
Some 12-13 year-old kids, were in an end-of-the-world mood. So they jumped on each other, in sexual terms... "what can we lose?" *sigh*
A few hours later I reached my fiancee on the phone. I wanted to make sure she is alive. She was. Odd thing was, everyone a distance away talked like there wasn't any war at all. But there was, unfortunately.

I should've written the dream down in the morning. There was much more to it. I only know some more glimpses. But this wasn't the half of it.
Rethinking the whole thing, this is more than just stupidity..
And everything mixed with England, around 1910. WWI, maybe... The second dream resembled very much like a war period. Also, it is not very frequent that you go back to have the same dream again, is it...?

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