This morning, I had a dream.

In the dream, I was in class, because I was a tiny, adorable child (<3), or I was a grown up in a class full of children. It’s pretty high tech, kids are building small nuclear reactors and other crazy sciencey things. I can’t see too much, though, because it’s like I’m staring at the world through a pane of greasy glass. Reminds me of when I was little, all my dreams were blurry until I “put on” my glasses in the dreamscape.

Suddenly, it’s the next day. I wake up, look out my window, and greet The Apocalypse. It looks like a scene straight out of Fallout 3, after you first exit the vault. The city is trashed, buildings are half-destroyed, rubble is everywhere, and everything man-made looks so worn and old with age it makes me think I’ve slept for a century instead of a day.

What happened?

“Space Rapture.”

Well, to everyone left, about 50,000 people, it was the Rapture. Almost everyone on the planet disappeared overnight. The only people left are a thin slice of atheists, people who didn’t quite have the faith they thought they did, and agnostics. Now the world’s gone Mad Max and everyone’s running around with assault rifles and driving beat-up cars covered in armor plates.

Some indeterminate time later, visitors from space arrive. They explain everything:

Some sentient, self-evolving machines up in space (somewhere) called ‘JACKs,’ for no apparent reason, descend on the planet one day and just take everyone up into space. Almost everyone. Some kind of ‘error’ means that a group of people were left behind on the planet. Once the people in space figured it out, they came down for the rest of us.

It was weird, disjointed, and confusing.

Like almost everything I write.

So, that’s what I called my blog.