Caffeine, that’s what.
Usually I’m able to forget bad dreams by telling them to Andy, but this one is so bad It won’t go, I think, unless I tell someone else.
This dream started at an airport or something. I was with Kelly and Daniel and I was going down an elevator.
Then there’s the plane and there are literally just 5 of us on this flight: The two Japanise guys from Heros, the American dude I knew at Honeywell and some pretty, successful looking blond, and myself.
Anyway, we land in where ever we are and I guess we’re all staying in the same hotel of something because next thing I know is we’re beside this big metal door. We can hear gun fire and bombs going off behind it, and see they are trying to close the gates.
The blond tries to get through, but we hold her back. She’s fighting us quite a lot and we loose our grip and she slips through. As she does so another bomb goes off right outside the doors and I’m stood right in the gap and I can feel the heat, Someone pulls me out of the way just in time, but I can still feel the heat and concussive force from the blast.
And then there is chaos, and news reports: she was a suicide bomber, newly converted, something to do with drugs. She was a mother too. And she wasn’t trying to get away to blow up her target but to not blow us up.
It was just so real, the heat and the shock. I woke up and told Andy all this and then I bust into tears. I was so real…
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