Ok hold it don’t freak out! He’s not “really” dead but he died in my dream! Isn’t it odd how we dream? What’s with all those crazy things that happen throughout our day that oddly enough come back in the weirdest ways in our dreams? Well last night was most certainly one of those nights where your dream is far-out and hilarious!

It was my third year working at the nuclear power station and I was slotted to give a tour of our facility and reactor. It was late afternoon when our guest arrive – whom else other than Morgan Freeman of course. (I’m guessing he’s in my dream due to the fact that Jess and I watched a MythBusters episode recently that busted the myth that you can blow up a forty foot mutant shark with a harpoon gun and some ground up road flairs. In Deep Blue Sea, Samuel L Jackson gets chomped by a shark rather unexpectedly but for some reason I often confuse Morgan and Samuel.)

Morgan arrived right on time to check through security where they confiscated his digital camera. This wasn’t the best start to the day because this made him pretty mad – I think he was just planning on selling the photos to grandma or something – mostly harmless.

After a long walk from the front gate across the prison like cement compound we arrived at the outer wall of reactor number one. The armed guards scanned my ID card, I place my eye up to the scanner, and ‘boop’ the door unlocked with a hiss. The wine of robotic servos opened the heavy metal door to the outer room of the reactor, which also looked much like a bank vault door. The receptionist handed us Duck Tape and HAZMAT suits. Don’t ask me why there was a receptionist…. We Duck Taped on our HAZMAT suits and rubber gloves but for some reason Morgan was embarrassed to put on a goofy white wrinkly onesy with little green booties and refused. We figured the reactor is pretty harmless as long as you don’t touch anything or breathe so we let him go in jeans and a t-shirt. (I think the part of the dream comes from watching World’s Toughest Fixes on the National Geographic Channel they got into a nuclear power plant to fix a turbine. Cool show by the way…)

Now passing through the huge thick inner reactor doors covered in radioactive stickers and red flashing lights surrounding the door frame. The first thing you see inside is a metal catwalk that spans across a vast cement pit filled with all sorts of fascinating robotic machinery. At the bottom of the pit is a deep pool of water submerged in the water are thousands of fuel rods clearly causing the water to bubble like soda does on the side of your glass as a reaction is taking place. During our tour Morgan began to narrate everything I was thinking even though I was giving the tour… For some reason I told Morgan (him speaking) that even if a penny dropped into the water and disturbed it everything would boil over and the reactor would erupt like a nuke. I continued explaining the process of fusion and how the reaction heats water that then creates steam to power a turbine that rotates a generator etc etc etc….. (I’m pretty sure none of this “nuclear eruption junk” is true but in a recent episode of MythBusters we watched [we watch a lot of MythBusters if you couldn’t already tell] Grant, Tory, and Kari toss 3 different kinds Alkali Metals into water to see if they could blow up a bathtub with the same amount of force as a grenade – quite an enjoyable episode I might add.)

In intervals on either side of the catwalk were huge metal spheres that functioned like a Tesla Coil. Every thirty seconds or so a massive bolt of lightning would snap across the catwalk between the metal spheres and an odor of Ozone would be in the air. Each time I gave this tour I had to make sure that we passed by those spheres while they were charging before the next lightning strike. But this time, as we passed through the spheres, a bolt of lightning struck across one of the coils in the distance at the end of the catwalk. It happened way ahead of schedule, some sort of rogue zap I guess. In an instant, the remaining generators started snapping towards us in a series getting closer and closer rapidly headed toward the one we were standing directly between. The warning alarms began to sound and I took off running down the catwalk. Everything went into slow motion and the sound of our boots against the metal catwalk is all I could hear. In an instant a “vvvvuuuzzzzwwwarrrppp!” of lighting struck and I turned to see Morgan get electrified with so much energy that it collapsed the catwalk beneath his feet, sending Morgan and a tangle of twisted metal into the reactor pool. The pool instantly boiled (like on MythBusters with the Alkali Metals) sending radiation throughout the facility in white cloud of gas. I was contaminated but managed to escape before the fire doors slammed the reactor closed.

Outside now nighttime and in the care of emergency personnel, I was quickly washed down to remove any contamination on my body. The only thing I really remember is a gurney and the flash of fire engine lights. For some reason they put me into a big inflatable bubble while we waited for the proper decontamination team to arrive, which was taking stinkin’ forever. It was weird though, I was strangely not sick or feeling any side effects from the radiation yet, but I knew it would happen if I wasn’t helped soon. (It’s likely this part comes from a recent episode of 24 where one of the Terrorist’s sons is exposed to high amounts of radiation.)

The worst part of the dream came next…. my alarm went off and I woke up! Dag nabbit! I’ll never know if I survived! At least I’ve never actually died in a dream – is that even possible?

Oh well, sorry for the anticlimactic ending, I was kinda bummed too, but stay tuned for my next exciting and usually abstract dream.