Originally published at Notes from the bunker…. You can comment here or there.

When I was a kid, I could eat whatever I wanted and not have to worry about the effects it may have on my sleep. Now that I’m older I have noticed that if I eat anything with tomatoes (lasagna, pizza, etc.) before bed, I wind up having bizarre dreams. Sometimes I roll the dice and eat before bed and hope the dreams arent anything too weird. Last night was an interesting one.

I dreamed that I was in a pickup truck with my wife and my brother, driving along the main street in town. Suddenly, there’s a flash and all the lights in the buildings around us go dark and half the truck’s systems go down…dashboard lights gone, headlights gone, truck starts making weird chugging noise. I think a moment and say “EMP!”. Way off in the distance, miles and miles away, I see black (and I mean black) clouds boiling up into the sky and heading towards us. My first thought is unrelated weather phenomena but then in the distance I hear bells, like church bells, ringing in the far distance..dozens and dozens of them. And then it occurs to me that this is the sound of warnings of a great disaster. “This is it!”, I say as I turn the dying truck into the parking lot of the local supermarket. We get out and run into the store, each grabbing a cart. “What do we do?”, the wife asks. “Canned goods!”, I yell over my shoulder as I make a beeline towards that aisle.

Then, thankfully, I woke up.

I have these kinds of dreams from time to time. Sometimes its zombies, sometimes its a gunfight, sometimes its some disaster like this. But it’s always a bit stressful and something of a relief to wake up from. Usually it also spurs me into action on some neglected preparedness project I’ve shuttled onto the back burner. This dream will be no different, Im sure. I need to call the LDS cannery here in town and see if I can find a group to go up there with…there are a few ‘broken’ cases of #10 cans that I’d like to round out.

And no more meatballs before bed.