Global Cooling

Last night I dreamed that the world was slowly freezing from the North pole downward. I joined a party of survivors traveling south. Eventually we reached the tip of South America, where we moved in with a native tribe in a sunny tropical paradise. There were hundreds of us, and we all carried assault rifles because other survivor parties wanted to move in on us. A beautiful girl took me by the hand and led me up a tall rock. We watched as the frost in the sky slowly spread over us, heading ever southward. The planet was dying. The air grew cold and still. Then I saw a bright flash on the horizon and a mushroom cloud slowly rising. Then another and another. The girl told me that the Americans in Antarctica were trying to use nuclear detonations to reverse the cooling process. The sky rippled as green and yellow shock waves rippled across the atmosphere. The bombardment continued. I heard a crackling sound, and then huge chunks of ice rained down all around. They crushed the village but the girl and I were safe on our rock. Then the nukes went quiet. The Americans had run out. The sky frosted over again and the wind picked up. The girl and I held each other as she slowly froze to death. Then I was buried in snow but I did not die or sleep.