A long and toxic way back home

I had partied pretty hard before finally ceasing awareness in my somewhat used up bed. The party was great though, a costume party with plenty of beautiful girls in fantastically sexy outfits. Too many beers, too many cigars. Then I slept, and the dreams were bad, disturbing. I remember something about a gigantic industrial farm combine crashing into my home, it was modified into a killing machine. Suddenly I'm nearly rocked out of bed by the sound of a explosion of lighting or perhaps a bomb, the room filled with gray purple light, there was a weird storm going on out there. A few more bursts of the chaos got me scared, what the fuck was going on?

I decided to head out to my bomb shelter, I first went into the kitchen to grab that bag of walnuts, and a couple of Pepsi's from the frig, I held the big walnut sack in one hand and I held the sodas against my chest with the other arm so I could have a free hand to open the door.