Another nightmare related to World War III and me dying. Someone told me that I have exactly 49,330,440,439,321 days to live, don't ask me how I remember that egregious number flawlessly... so, as any pragmatic person would do, I've been working on some math:

1. Divided by 365: I have exactly 135151891614.57808219178082191781 years to live.
2. Since living that long is impossible, I decided the nightmare is bullshit.
3. But the Third World War part was so real.
4. So everybody, stop writing thesis, start buying up lots of gold, and start emigrating to Australia! This is NOT a joke!

I dreamt I was Claudia (Must be the Asian thing) in Ann M. Martin's 1990s Apple Paperbacks Series The Babysitters' Club. At first, we - seven of us, Kristy, Me, Mary Anne, Stacey, Dawn, Mallory, and Jessi - got along like angels. And then the war broke out. Stacey and I fought. Kristy and Dawn came to my side. The rest ran off. Stacey began to kill people. We cried and slept under bazooka attacks and the neverforseen, novel, state-of-the-art weapons-galore of the World War III. I bit my tongue in sleep.

Then someone nudged me. I thought it was my father. It turned out to be Kkoma, my cat. I woke up to find Taylor Swift blaring out from my speakers, full volume. The music sounded like no country for girls like me - it was sheer Miley-Cyrus-Avril-Lavigne noise. As happens when I have nightmares, I was soaked in sweat. Then I just realized I fell asleep after watching news report about Casey Johnson's death, drugs, and after-death reactions around her so-called friends.

... Could it be THE FOURTH OF ANTI-THESIS MOVEMENT Ghost?