recount of my dream last night

i really need a good nights sleep one of these days. i slept well friday....but saturday and last night, not so much of the good sleeps.

tonight after work i will have a bath...hopefully this helps.

last night i nodded off a bit after eleven PM and woke with a start at 1220 AM

i immediately wrote to dave because he was in my dream the most. him and his friend brian. also german scientists, asian scientists (had no idea what north korea was up to before going to bed by the way)

so it started out with me working with and for david and his friend brian. it was the end of days or near the end of time as we knew it...so dave commissioned a nuke to be built in a high rise in germany. no one knew about this but dave, me brian (whom i have never met but have heard a lot about) and the scientists.

the reason for the bomb was something that happened in america...maybe in DC. i can't be sure. it had something to do with being radicals or about davids book.

so i was just living as i do here in basel and i got a call and it was david saying that it was time and i met him and degroodt at the airport. i think we were in frankfurt as this was the only major city in germany that i have been to.....but it was very non descript so i couldn't really say for sure it was actually frankfurt. it was just very sleek, modern looking.

so i drove them to the high rise building. the scientist (the german one) brought the bomb down. it was in four silver containers. we walked over to a conference like room where other people from the scientific community were starting to show up so they could watch david install it or start it up or affix it to a target.

david brian and i were wearing all black. i kept feeling sick in the conference room and no one would listen to me when i started to consider this to be a bad idea.

david put on these fancy bright silver headphone and plugged in his computer. it was attached to the four boxes. as david was doing this i started feeling sick again and started thinking about how this all started. i was going to the past in my dream mind....i was in charge of getting the supplies to the scientists in germany. i secured the highest grade uranium in order to make these bombs....

there was a woman and her son in my mind and i kept thinking about her and what transpired....
her son was the first in the chain of motorcyclists that brought the uranium to me in germany. her son got sick from the uranium. i was in charge of and had to have contact with all the people involved.

david was setting up his computers with brian and he put on orbital as the music for the occasion. i started crying and went to the bathroom. as we were getting the bombs to the conference room many people who knew about it but were not happy with the bomb kept trying to get in the building but we all had guns and we killed many people...i kept thinking about how desolate the city was....but we knew we couldn't stop that this was something that was set in motion....we had to do this.

i again thought back to the mother. she was close to my age my guess is a bit older...i had received word from my operative in charge of transport that her son was sick with radiation. i had to go and see her to quell the situation and offer hush money and things.....i was told her son was still alive. she was so sick with sadness when i arrived but she was also very upset.

she was outside the house when i arrived and there was this freakish wind storm and things were blowing around the yard....she was clinging to the side of the house and helped me in. i asked to see her son. i was wearing a protective mask and clothing but my hands were not covered.

her house was disgustingly dirty, filthy, stale....smelled awful....she took me up the stairs to what i guess was his bedroom.

when i got in the room i saw that her son was not alive, he was dead and decaying on the floor beside his bed. he was wearing clothes and his face was vividly decayed....

she was rocking back and forth holding him and i had to excuse myself....she was weeping and rocking....i went to call david to tell him about this unfortunate incident with the first transporter. my phone was an inner ear thermometer. before i used it i took out my kit and started furiously cleaning my hands because i had contact with the woman.....i was starting to sob at her loss and on accident i called her house instead of david so i said that she needed to come downstairs now so i could go over the particulars with her, papers to sign.

instead of her coming down this old man with peeling skin and a decaying body started walking toward me.

this was all in my memory as i was in the conference room with david and brian working on setting up the bomb.

we were displaying to the group where the bomb was going on these crazy maps on the walls and on projectors.

the band orbital was pumping hard through the sound system.....

and then i woke up.