Not so lucid

Last night I had another apocalyptic dream.
They are infrequent but they always carry a sense of doom and deep loss with them, that is hard to shake off afterwards.
In this one either the Norwegians or the Germans, -the details are a bit fuzzy now, decided to start WW3.
The moment that stays in my head is watching the city from a top of a hill while a towering skyscraper crumbles as if it was made of melting styrofoam.
Once in a while I manage to realize I am dreaming and immediately try and control the outcome of the dream.
Mostly my subconscious takes over the wheel again after a a minute or less and the beautiful beach hut i had just created in my head is overrun by zombies or catches fire....
God knows what a good shrink could make of that, or a bad one for that matter.