i also had a dream the other night about the end of the world. we rushed through opening our christmas presents and then ran out into the streets because traffic was at a stand-still, but it was windy and raining outside and i didn't know where we were headed. then we stopped at a median across from an asian restaurant, and what i thought was a little old lady hobbled outside and got hit in the head by a street lamp. no one went to help her except me, but then her wig fell off and i realized she was really a deformed male midget and we swore at the restaurant "f you restaurant!" and shook our fists because i didn't know how to make him feel better.
someone helped me carry him across the highway into these white plastic tents and he had frog legs and i remember thinking oh god how is a doctor supposed to figure out what's wrong if he is already disfigured. he was an angry, unfriendly frog-legged midget and he stuck his head behind the tent flap and yelled "leave me alone!" but then he fell backwards and made burping noises, and his body started to inflate and black puss oozed onto his tongue. he kept rocking on his back and burping with his tongue sticking out and kicking his nasty frog legs. my dad said i had to keep him conscious and compress his stomach, but he turned white and his eyes buldged so i freaked out and ran away to search for an ambulance. then ilya called and i woke up.