Last night I dreamt that one of my friends was planning a suicide mission with a small thermonuclear device, and I was chosen to be the one to detonate it.
He was to drive a truck on an overpass, and when I saw him there, I would press a button on a remote detonator and blow the truck up.
And I went along with the plan. I watched him drive, I pushed the button, and blew up the truck with him inside, knowing that it would not only kill him, but a bunch of innocent people and spray radiation for miles that would kill and mutate people for generations.
And then I had to tell his wife.
I woke up feeling just sick, and it's been hanging with me all day.