Nuclear Power Plant Terrorist Dream
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Lucid Intent? No
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so this dream was like a cheesy thriller. but some of it is silly now that i'm awake.
so in this dream, i worked for some government-funded company that monitored supplies, logistics, and such for important business. i don't remember why exactly, but for a while before the dream began, i had been hearing vague reports of a radical revolutionary group threatening to strike soon. and, during the course of my duties, i became convinced that i knew what they were going to target; a nuclear power plant somewhere nearby (gasp!).
it was already dark out at this point, but i talked to my boss about it (she was Tammy, my old boss from Stonewall Market, who is the sweetest person in the world), and tried to convince her that the situation was serious. she was doubtful, but i managed to convince her to at very least stop by the plant with me and see if there was any hint of anything wrong.
Tammy knew the people who worked there, and let me go about my investigatory business. among other things, i wanted to look through their trash cans, but i learned that the trash had been taken earlier that day. however, there was one small unemptied trash can in the employee lounge's smoking area, so i figured i may as well sift through it.
near the bottom of the can, i started to find (this is so embarrassing and stupid) revolutionary paraphanilia. there were little cards on colored paper with revolutionary slogans in spanish, which i placed on the table for my boss to see. i dug deeper and found these little figurines, and i recognize them as the plastic toys you get in the cowboys and indians version of those green plastic soldiers. only these weren't cowboys, indians, or modern army men, but (get this) the rarer mexican gunfighter ones, who have two pistols and wear ponchos. i also found what might have been someone's lunch, but what also might have been some sort of terrible explosive wrapped tightly in plastic wrap.
so Tammy called bomb squads and so on, and i shoved everything i'd found into my bag, got in the car, and started to drive. it was only after i was well away that i realized i still had the possible explosive in my bag. what's worse, when i tried to turn around, i got lost in some shitty neighborhood area, and couldn't find my way out. i remember thinking that the explosive would probably go off around midnight. eventually i stopped and asked for directions at a little store, but they weren't helpful at all.
on my way out i asked the people, "where would you put a bunch of plastic explosives if you thought they were going to go off soon?" partly thinking maybe there was some large lake or clearing nearby, and partly because i was starting to feel the nihilistic certainty that, if i did have a bomb with me, i could no longer escape this death in time.
a woman responded half-jokingly, "enough to blow up a building?"
"let's say, enough to melt down a nuclear power plant."
there was silence for a moment, and the man at the counter asked, "is this something we should be worried about?"
...and then i woke up.
Additional Comments:
Tammy was more or less my foster mother when I moved to another city. My favorite part was seeing the little toys.
