Last night i dreamed that our child was an alien. there was the golden flashing in the clouds and the same flashing that pulsated with the child's rage. The bones in his face could be seen beneath the skin as they irradiated like calcium based flourescent bulbs. from far away the explosion was impossibly bright and silent. beautiful and terrible at once, like the old military videos of the bikini atoll tests. Everything was decimated and among the smoldering ruins stood the golden child in tattered clothes, still smoldering in his rage.