The book I wish I could read (continued)…
When I was 18 years old, fresh out of high school, I had a very unsettling dream about the end of the world. Perhaps that in itself is not so surprising, as my world was coming to an end in that I had just left the comfort and security of secondary education and was about to strike off on my own, living away from home for the first time. Consciously I was only excited about going to college, but there was plenty enough anxiety gurgling just below the threshold of my normal awareness to power a nightmare of truly apocalyptic proportions.
