You Were All Dead.

Lately, I've been having these dreams wherein I'm smoking mad weed in the post-apocalyptic ruins of major cities that I have visited in real life (Copenhagen, Prague, London, LA), and occasionally in those that I have not (Mumbai, St. Petersburg, New York). It's clear in the dreams that everyone who inhabited those cities is dead. It's also clear that I'm somehow responsible for this, and that am happy about it. And that the pot is being smoked in celebration.

Which is a weird way to celebrate. I guess dream-Dallas is a misanthrope who doesn't get violently nauseous and pass out an hour after smoking pot...