Eco-anxiety, existential crisis, and other gift ideas for the next generation

This morning I woke up crying.
When the alarm went off, I pressed my face into the tear-soaked pillow and it took me a minute to realise I was no longer in my dreams.

As I slept, my mind took me to a video game-like reality where my friend Lu and I witnessed a plane being crushed to the ground by terrorists at Wellington airport.
We ran away screaming. I thought I should message my parents. But all of a sudden there were people all around us, screaming and wailing.
I lost Lu. I ended up at a lookout, overflowing waterfalls below me. People were in the water, trying to get out. But the cliff was too high, the river flooding. They kept on being swept away by the current. They were drowning.
I found Lu. We ran to my car, tried to drive away. But I was paralysed, I couldn’t drive. More people flocked towards us, blocking the way.
We went back to the look out and what we saw now was smoke from the plane that had crushed. It looked like a mushroom cloud. There was a big crowd looking at the smoke and at the flooding river below. Everyone cried and hugged and didn’t know what to do.

I didn’t go to the gym that morning, as I had planned. In fact, I didn’t leave my bed…