I dreamed that Mars was perched just over the surface of the ocean last night...it was grey with a big hunk taken out of it somehow, like a bite out of an apple.  The inside surface was molten red...it looked like Mars was dying.  As I watched, the seemingly diminished planet fell out of the sky and landed in the waves with a big splash, then rolled across beach and dunes to take out a couple of the houses settled along the coastline for the night.  A giant bowling ball, and they were its pins. Strike!

I remembering being there to witness this, but feeling removed.  Possibly because I was aware that it was a dream, or sheer disbelief.  I think there was a newscast of some sort playing somewhere, and they interrupted the drone of the loop with the breaking news that Mars had fallen from the sky and bowled across a beach.

What was notable about this to me was the feeling of incredulity that I felt when I woke up...not so much that I envisioned the ultimate demise of Mars as we know it, but more because my brain came up with such a creative dream.  "Oh, Ye of little faith", I chided as I dozed.  In daylight hours, my brain can work up unlikely scenarios like this and more all the time...none anymore believable but still turned over too frequently by my mind, as if these rampant fears warranted any such inspection as valid concerns.

Lesson to learn, here, me thinks.