January 4th, 2007

Old Friend

Dreaming of a Nuclear War

Last night I dreamt I was not only in one nuclear explosion but two.

I was with a camera crew/news team in the back of a jeep in southern Iran. We'd just covered a traditional wedding as part of a report of how life continued as best it could in a war torn region. The Iranians had been trading political blows with another party (the US and Israel I think) and reteric on both sides was becoming increasingly hostile and deaf to the calls of calming down from Europe, the Middle East and other countries.

Some border skirmishes had already taken place on the Iran/Iraq border between US troops and Iranian forces. These were actually largely blamed on the Americans who seemed to be goading the Iranians and trying to entice them into a fight.

Anyway, we were bumping along in the jeep to a 'safey zone' - which was basically an underground encampment that had been opened up to the press and locals in the area for extra safety when we saw a missile flying high in the sky and descending fast. We managed to get the camera out and on and tracked the missile until it went out of sight. All the while our driver stepping on the gas to try and take us to the encampment as quickly as possible as something was obviously kicking off and not in a good way. We'd just jumped the jeep into a narrow ravine when the almightiest of explosions happened far away in the distance - but still strong enough to wobble the jeep and send loads of debris from the ravine pelting down on us. Then it felt like all the air was sucked away only to be replaced with an immense, and very hot, gust that sept along above us and swirled into the ravine. I think it was the ravine that saved us from the full force but it was still incredibly nasty.

The cameraman and myself climed up the ravines side to take pictures of the absolute devastation around (and to try and figure out which area the bomb would have hit) whilst the driver tried to jump start the jeep. After about 30 minutes we were off - heading towards the compound whilst looking for survivors en route. Then a second missile came flying over, much closer to the ground than the first and heading in the dirextion of the compound.

As the mushroom cloud exploded a few miles in front of us and the air got sucked from my lungs that's when I woke up.

Nice dream huh?