(07/16/64) I was standing at the window looking out toward the City with my daughter, and saw a flaming thing fall toward it. Sure enough, it as a bomb, and a great ball of fire rose up into the clouds. I ran with my daughter into a closet, which made her mad and she cried because she didn't understand what was happening. In a few minutes some of the leaves on the tree outside started to catch fire, a strange sort of orange-yellow glow that spread over the leaf like a growth of some sort. Then rain started falling and put out the fire. Wind was blowing. We came out of the closet and we found my husband and brother. We discussed what to do, and decided we must as soon as possible get to an air-raid shelter, though we didn't know where one would be (we lived in a strange neighborhood, in some sort of apartment). So I started collecting clothes and sort of essential items we might need, and almost all of the rest of the dream was involved with this, which got more and more detailed, and also very soothing. Just as we had almost everything we needed, our friend Diane came in with Eric. She was unhappy and didn't seem to know quite what to do, and I was a little afraid that she wouldn't have anything of the things she needed and I would have to give her some of my things. But she was glad that Bob hadn't been here this weekend, but had gone home to study with his mother, though she was upset and wondering how she would ever see him again. Still later I was reviewing the above dream in my mind and it developed another ending. The morning after the bomb fell, I was looking out toward the City -- it was remarkably clear all up the coast -- and I could even see people gathered on the edge of the bay. As I looked, I saw them slowly, without any fuss, walk out into the water and go under. The whole town seemed to be in such a process of calm suicide, and I thought it was both beautiful and sad. But it seemed to be spreading southward toward us, and I was on the beach with someone (my husband and my daughter and my son), watching people go into the water. It was so calm and blue and lovely, and the sand was so clean and nice, and I didn't want to die. But I also knew that these people were right in that the world would be a very different and hard place to live in, even if you survived the effects of the bomb. That was all.