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I was startled by the sound of an explosion, so I ran to the front door of my house to look outside. In the southeast there appeared to be a nuclear blast. The cloud of the blast suddenly flashed, temporarily blinding me, and seemed to have exploded all over again. This time it was much more tremendous. I was able to see variances in density in the air traveling rapidly toward me, and I also saw the progressively increasing radius of grass laying flat from the sound shockwave. Everything violently quaked. The moment I began to see the characteristic mushroom cloud shape, I panicked and began telling others in my house what was going on. I was only able to keep repeating the word "look" at the top of my lungs, with rough gasps of inhalation in between. No one in my house seemed all that interested, which only amplified my fury. I bolted outside only to encounter more somewhat distant nuclear blasts all around my neighborhood. When I made it across the street, I turned around and witnessed with a drop of the stomach that one of the blasts had gotten too close to my house. First, all of the external material of the house had been completely blown away. Then, the entire house was lifted and tossed aside. It ended up bumping into another house up the street. I had a very brief flicker of a thought about my piano. At this point, the nuclear blasts appeared to have subsided for a while. I went up the street and entered a house. I encountered one of my childhood friends David Adams, who looked nothing like what he should have looked like. There was also a brunette girl who I also apparently knew. I stepped close to David and looked directly at him, saying something along the lines of, "Did you see the house that was blasted out of the ground and ended up hitting another house? That was mine." My lower eyelids were squinting in a dramatic air. David was speechless, until I suddenly reciprocated my mood and expressed that I was glad to see him. I was still angry, though, that my house was the only one in the neighborhood that was affected. We went outside, and sure enough, the nuclear blasts returned. I was able to see one of the dropping bombs before it exploded. It was a dull silver in color and generally sphere shaped. It was covered with large, gray circles that reminded me of suction cups. Something knew that I found out what their bombs looked like, and a change of plans was subsequently made: Just before the bomb hits the ground, it would pause, suspended in the air, at which point it would turn into a man who was laying horizontally in the air with his head pointing at us. He appeared to be in a costume of a big ear of corn. The man would begin floating toward us, and also begin rotating. Each of the kernels of corn would rapidly shoot bullets in all directions. So we found ourselves having to dodge flying, rotating, corn-machine-gun guys. David may have been shooting back at them with a small handgun. A short while later, I was getting ready to travel a long distance to escape this attack. I packed a washing-machine-sized cardboard box with my belongings, which consisted almost entirely of marbles. I was constantly paranoid that this box would be damaged or taken, and understandably so, because it was all I had left. We were in the mezzanine of some office building looking out the windows over the harbor at the Manhattan skyline. It was almost nightfall. We were getting ready to escape to possibly Europe. I was informed at one point that all of the attacks were of British terrorism on America.