If the World Is Ending I'm Throwing the Party

I had a dream last night about the end of the world and Nixon was the president. There was a large group of people in a building, some looked like refugees and the others seemed to be government officials of different varieties. In an taped off area off to the side of everyone was Nixon as president of the United States and several scientists and advisers surrounding a computer with a counter slowly counting down to the end of the world but no one knew exactly how or why the world would be ending. There were several theories by some of the characters in the dream that included something wrong with the planet and it may somehow explode, aliens coming down from the skies and killing everyone, or maybe it would all just stop. When the counter started counting down from thirty seconds Nixon tried desperately to stop the counter on his own despite all his scientists and military personnel haven't been able to do anything for however long they've had the information. When the computer screen finally reached 00:00 the lights went out for a few seconds and then I guess some sort of emergency lighting came on. This is the part of the dream where I was actually me. I was in some sort of large building with a few people I knew but didn't really know very well and this large crowd of people I was in was ushered from the building across a lot to another building where I guess we were supposed to wait. Myself and the few people I knew made our way to the secondary building and upon entering it I woke up. The dream wasn't especially frightening but when I awoke I had this feeling of impending doom that kept me up for the next few minutes laying in bed, unmoving. I had a few other odd little dreams between then and when I finally got up for the morning during the small pockets of sleep I got between waking up thinking abut that first dream but none of them had the same affect on me as that first one did.