I dreamt last night that the world had ended. You and I were walking down an empty, decaying street. I was trying to figure out which car we should take to drive to safety when we ran into a tall guy, who it turned out you had a thing with prior. Though he had a girlfriend now, it was intimated that there might still be something going on. Angrily, I left you to go get my car alone and drive off into a deadly, apocalyptic world, knowing that if somehow survived I would find my way back to you. I have no idea what that was.