Those aren't flowers, those are just weeds that are in bloom

I usually don't get those nightmares about the apocalypse... you know, the ones where the world is ending, and everybody is just waiting for the mass die off? Actually, I haven't remembered a dream in ages, but last night I had one of those apocalypse dreams, until it morphed into an almost worse dream in which Christian Nazis were using the apocalypse as a pretext for the assumption of dictatorial powers, so everybody was both waiting for the world to end, and waiting to be carted off to concentration camps in the meantime. Somehow there were rottweilers involved, but I don't remember which side they were on. Anyway, "our" side was beyond losing...we (whoever we were) were just waiting for the hammer to fall. I suppose it was like being on the losing side at the end of the "Left Behind" series, except, you know, without being a demonic minion as such. Not as such, no.

Could somebody get the thing out of my head, please? I still feel vaguely anxious.