In my dream, my daughter is back in the children's hospital. She's unconcious and hooked up to machines with tubes and wires. I don't know why she's there, if it's for her seizures or something else, but I know that it looks bad. She's in regular clothes instead of a hospital gown.

I stand next to her bed and look out the wide floor to ceiling window. Suddenly I hear an air raid siren and my father's voice either in the sky or over the hospital PA system. He says, "upon seeing the brillian white light, put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye."

A series of mushroom clouds rise up in the distance. The closest one is just far enough away to see it in its entirety. It's still much larger than my thumb.

I turn around and scoop my daughter up and give her one last kiss on the cheek. "I love you so much," I say before everything turns white.