I had a weird dream last night that I was in a heavily crowded junction in the city with some of my cousins when a bomb threat was discovered. The cops came and tried to defuse it but with just 60 seconds left they announced that they cudn’t defuse it in time and massive panic struck as people screamed and tried running – in vain and the place was so crowded with people.
Then the bomb went off and the whole place, huge sections of the city went up in flames as people got engulfed in the fires and buildings and cars were destroyed. I cud see the whole thing from above (even though I should be dead) and the charred remains of bodies lying everywhere. Suddenly I was in a nice comfy bed in what looked liked a lovely bedroom in a beautiful house and a beautiful woman came in with a tray of coffee and toast and eggs, apparently to wake me up with breakfast in bed and calling me “Honey, breakfast is ready. Sit with me and enjoy the morning”. And all I could think of was……
This is not my beautiful house, this is not my beautiful wife! How did I get here?