I dreamt that I, or someone close to me, was facing a choice between two things or courses of action. Each had its name or code, but I remember only one of them: Fat Boy. I was struggling to remember the other, equally intriguing, name through the morning, but I ultimately failed. The only other thing I remember about this dream is that it took me a long time to realize that Fat Boy was the nickname of the nuclear bomb dropped on Hiroshima or Nagasaki.