In the dream, an ex of mine has explosives and he’s rigging something to blow. I’m trying to talk him out of it. It’s dangerous. He could blow himself up or hurt innocent people. I’m afraid of things like this. But his mind is set. Plus, it’s too late, he’s already begun setting it up. I follow him to the site. It’s a public park. This troubles me. “What about kids?” I scream at him, but he just gives me that crazy look and smiles. “It’ll be worth it, you’ll see.”
I can see four cylinder-like posts sticking about six inches out of the ground scattered throughout the grass to form a large square. My ex jogs to the centre of the square and takes something out of his jean jacket pocket. A remote. A detonator. Oh my God! He’s gonna blow it up! Right now!
I turn to run in the opposite direction and see an army tank charging down the street toward me. I freeze with no place to go. The tank pulls up beside me, a door opens and a hand is thrust out at me. “Get in! Hurry!” And Jack Bauer (ie. celebrity guest star, Kiefer Sutherland in the role of Jack Bauer) pulls me into the tank, sealing us in, just as I hear a loud explosion and look through the window to see my ex dancing around with a crazy smile, waving his arms in the air as a white powder shoots from the cylinders and rains down on everything.
“What is it?” I whisper.
“Cocaine,” Jack Bauer says with a grim nod.
My ex climbs onto the front of the tank, is banging his fist on the bulletproof glass slit of a window screaming my name. “White gold, Kel! White gold! We’re rich!” His eyes are almost black because his pupils are so huge and they shine like glass. His nostrils are red raw and starting to blister. His lips are starting to crack and bleed. He’s talking so fast I can’t understand what he’s saying anymore.
“Oh my God!” I shudder. “What’s happening to him?”
I look to Jack Bauer for answers, but the seat next to me is empty. He’s gone as suddenly as he appeared. And then the tank starts moving forward, seemingly all of its own. And I can hear the gun being swung around. And I’m chasing my ex in a runaway tank through a cocaine rain as he dodges shots that miss him and blow up trees, cars, an ice cream stand and a merry-go-round.
I wake up with a raging sinus headache.