I was part of a family of at least three kids and a parent/parents. There was at least the big brother and a teenager sister, the rest of the siblings were younger.
For some reason the big brother, who studied in the university, should set a time bomb in their school! The whole family knew about it, but for some reason they wouldn’t stop him. It wasn’t like they completely liked the idea, but more like that they thought it has to be done….
So one evening that guy walked through the town to his school (it was quite far away from the towncenter where they lived), set the bomb there and ran back home by foot!
He was at home for good, when the bomb finally exploded. The bang was so loud, that even if the family lived many kilometers away I (I was the teenage sister at that point) held my ears and it still hurt and felt like my head was exploding too. A detail is that it happened about 8 PM.
Later it turned out, that the whole neighbourhood around the university had collapsed during the explosion, and the police didn’t have any clue who did it or why.
Some months (I guess) later when the worst sensation around the blast had calmed down, the big brother would strike again! This time to a neighbourhood on a quite narrow cape.
This time I was the big brother, and I saw myself walking through the city. First the (annoyingly) crowded and messy downtown, then along some forrest roads with quite few houses around them (he/I didn’t take the shortest way to the cape). Then he walked through the ruins around the university area… The colours were bright and saturated, even kind of glowing, and it obviously was autumn time. The time was around between 5 and 6 PM.
The I finally came to the cape, which consisted of beautiful wooden houses, mostly red with white details like the rails around the porches and balcony. The sea was glistening in the evening sun… and the whole sight was very beautiful. I thought that what a pity to blow it up, but for some reason I knew that I still have to do it.
In the end of the cape the houses where smaller and built very tightly next to each other. At this point the dream became less realistic, ’cause when I peeked inside the tiny houses (more like the size of a playhouse) they rather looked like shelves with a lot of toys on them. One house had a lot of lego blocks in it, an other had piles of toycars. I left the bomb somewhere there and I don’t remember the moment clearly.
What I remember is that when I ran home I chose a different route than when I came, and it was A LOT shorter, it turned out that the cape was actually scarily close to our home and the whole downtown!
The downtown was still so crowded that it was hard to move forwards because of all the people. And all the people looked very random and different – for example one monk (a hindu or a buddhist?) walked by me in his orange cloak and bald head, looking like dalai lama or something.
Then I was at home and we were just waiting when the explosion would happen. It should happen at 6 PM, but it delayed for some minutes… then I woke up before it actually happened.
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