I'm not sure if this is the proper place to put this, but I found this interesting so why not. Maybe you guys will too.
Last night I went to sleep and had an extremely vivid dream; so vivid I might as well have been watching it on TV. It made me reflect quite a bit.
The dream began with me living my life as I usually do. I had just got back from the gym when I noticed my family was watching the news upstairs. I joined them to find out that scientists had found a potentially hazardous forthcoming event. It involved the sun. I'm not entirely sure as to what they called it (I think it was a meta-flare) but it basically entailed the sun dispelling large chunks of molten rock into space. The problem would be one hitting Earth, as these chunks were the size of Alaska, easily.
Fast forward a week; life as usual continues for me, going to class, the gym, cooking, doing every day activities, when I come home and again see my whole family watching the news. This time, scientists have proposed a solution to this problem. They were going to blow up the sun. Naturally, there was some negative reactions from certain groups of people, and through the course of the next several dream weeks, there was rioting, a huge increase in crime, massive protests, and the like. But the worlds' governments pooled money to build a gigantic nuclear warhead. It was so large, it dwarfed the largest ones we have today.
Anyway, the launch of this nuke occurred the next week. It was broadcast worldwide on TV, and police at the launch site (which as I remember was in the middle of the deserts of Africa; where of course nothing IMPORTANT lives) had their hands full holding back protesters of every kinds. The nuke launched, but not before burning a substantial hole in the Earth because of its exhaust. I remember that everyone near the launch site was killed or wounded. The nuke flew towards the sun, and crashed. The sun exploded in a fiery burst that blinded those who looked at it. The only thing I remember after this sort of heat/light apocalypse is being separated from my family. As I looked around for them in great distress, the only thing people seemed to be concerned with is why their cell phones had crappy service, and blogging about it on Failbook and other social networking sites.
Ironically, I woke up from the dream when a friend called my cell phone. The whole experience left me shaken up a bit. Unfortunately, the whole thing didn't seem unfeasible.