When I was a kid, about ten or eleven, I had a nightmare about Godzilla. I was in one of those big industrial warehouses, the kind with the frosted windows. Outside, the world was on fire, and in the fire I saw a massive shape moving toward me. I couldn’t see what the shape was, exactly, but you know how dreams are…sometimes you just KNOW things. The warehouse began to burn, with me in it, and there was nothing I could do.