Whenever i have dreams that i remember, which is more rare than Id like, im usually in first person and I pretty much know that I am who I am in
waking life.
This one last night was different. I was some guy...either a politician, an informant, or police/fbi. From what i can remember, i was in a city by a
port, by the water. An african american guy in what looked like swat clothes had my fingers swabbed for traces of bomb material. When i was cleared,
he and I and a several other people were debating about something, it seemed important, like some type of situation was going on behind the protesting
unrest (yes, it seemed like it was set pretty much right now).
I got the feeling the city was west coast...a west coast port city.
Anyway, there was a submarine docked either right outside a warehouse, or it was parked inside the warehouse because it was one of those warehouses
over water that allow ships/subs inside. There was also another, i think a frigate/freighter. The name's Remba.... and Lancaster came up too.
Cough...
decomissioned sub
Anyway, as we were standing next to the submarine, we were trying to identify the possible attacker/source. All of a sudden i had a startling hunch,
there was a bomb/possible nuclear, on the submarine itself, and that the source would be blamed on something/someone else. The others in the dream
(which makes sense because they were just parts of my subconscious) immediately felt the, i guess "rightness" of the notion and we all started booking
it. The woman said that there was no way we would make it away from the blast radius, obviously tripping out thinking it was going to go off at any
second, which apparently she was right.
I had my phone out and was about to make a call, and as i held it out in front of me a deep kind of "BEEEooooooooooooooooooo" sound went off. All the
lights went off, including the cell phone in my hand.
EMP.
edit on 18-11-2011 by xacto because: (no reason given)