I'm driving North on the 217 freeway, with somebody who is not distinct. The skies are unusually dark and grey, and I see a lightning strike. Somebody comments that the sky has a certain look for thunderstorms.

Then the traffic comes to a stop, and I get out to see a smashed-up car in the middle of the road. Several people are already there and the occupants of the car are already out and gone, but they are still reaching into the car for some reason, and then they pull out a baby. They all act like it's a miraculous discovery, but when I get a closer look, it seems to be a doll.

It's dark now, and somebody draws my attention to the sky, where there are falling lines of light, evenly spaced across the darkness. We stand at the freeway median and watch. They are bombs, which will momentarily be falling around us. What should we do? Well, there isn't really anything we can do.