A dream from the 4th of April:
I'm walking through a small island town. The island is in a state of constant binary conflicts: Antilleans (Barbadians in this case) versus Dominicans, ruralites versus urbanites, two rival art schools, and others which I forget. I wander through the town siding with different groups, and trying to moderate the worst excesses of my chosen side so we don't start a full war between all sides. I'm also trying to avoid the vengeful ghost of JFK. I saw a funny scene where an art instructor slaps her rival from the other college with a plastic pencil bin, a misunderstanding of slapping with gloves. Soon things devolve into a full scale war. A terrifying new WMD is used: earthcrackers, nukes detonated beneath the surface of the Earth to cause earthquakes and tsunamis. Several were detonated outside the island, used by the Antilleans as a spiteful weapon; massive tsunamis soon followed. I switch timelines, but in the next one, so many earthcrackers are used the Earth itself is destroyed. I watched as pieces of crust, water, and lava float into space. I switch timelines. In this one, the entire world is again destroyed, but it's somehow mirrored or folded in on itself so that the Earth surrounds the town. This time there's no escaping the inevitable; I'm crushed by the Earth, and for a brief moment I felt the lava's infernal heat. Now I'm in a different place. It's dark as night, but I can see the general surroundings. There's three impossibly tall spires made of jade or green glass, with prismatic rooms at the level I was in. There was a triangular glass floor connecting each spire. I was floating from above. Everyone else robotically carried on as before, even after multiple timelines of mutually assured destruction. I was disgusted. In the depths of Hades, they were still fighting. Woke up soon afterwards.