Terrebel's Dreams

Through our network and careful deduction we discovered an ancient plot.
For at least 60 years rumours had been carefully started and spread to make eveyone believe the ducks
had started the final war and by a combined effort of other nations they had been almost wiped out.
The moment I found out "they" came after me with dogs and torches and I had to run for my life.
Running through an empty riverbed they almost caught up to me when a follow-believer rescued me
at the cost of his jacket that was caught by some kind of white grappling hook. When I knocked on the door
of the Duck's headquarters at first they wouln'd let me in because apparently I represented the establishment.
When they eventually did I only saw a scared littly boy, hiding behind a chair and a very sick man
in a rocking chair at a fireless fireplace in a badly lit room. The man was a friend in real life, who died some years ago.
When -in my dream- I told him the truth about the duckwars he told me he was grateful for my efforts but he already knew.

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It was some time in the future.
Mankind had been genetically enhanced so every individual could only feel one emotion at the time.
They thought it would rid the world of a lot of suffering. In stead the earth turned into chaos.
Humankind needs different emotions to cope with everyday life.

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We were at the place of The Old Man, as he was referred to. My son and I stayed in the attic of his house,
which was somewhere in Scandinavia. My bed was small but it was a waterbed and I loved it.
Some guy -perhaps a relative- gave me and my son a wooden windchime
which was painted red and had aluminum pipes. It had belonged to the old man who had not long to live.
All of us where there to make sure the stuff that really mattered wouldn't fall into the wrong hands.
The Old Man himself was nervous, cooking us a meal. He kept cooking meatloaf and I came into the kitchen
at the moment he burnt his fingers to a pan which he had picked up 'cause the meatloaf in it had burnt.
Pan and black meatloaf sizzled in the sink as he turned on the tab. In a big pot on a small stool
there where dozens of meatloafs and something undefinable made with dough, used for making the Dutch treat "Tom Pouche"
although the dough was not meant for this particular recipe. Suddenly I found myself walking around in the afterlive. On stilts.
Carefully balancing, trying not to break any skulls that were all over the floor I slowly made my way to the back of the room that was full of moaning...

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At the desk of a casting-agency in Hong Kong there was this Dutch guy
of the type you usually see with a sigar dangling in his mouth but without the sigar.
Bending over his books he mumbled figures and stats. I interrupted and told him
that next to being an entertainer I also have experience as a bookkeeper and maybe I could help?
He told me his father had thought him and that he managed okay. He booked me at a gig
at a boat at the end of a not very long pier. I walked around as a waiter/Jackie Chan lookalike.
On board were al lot of famous people. One of them was Gerard Spong, irl a famous Dutch lawyer.
His wife -Susanne Spong- was also there. Since she was adopted and originated from China she had long since
decided to be known as Suzy Wong. When we got introduced I said:"Hey, Suzy Wong! I've got that name
in my underwear!" Chit chat around us stopped and I began to realize Suzy Wong is a ladies lingerie designer.
I quickly turned around and said "I mean Gerard Spong. I got HIM in my underwear."
At the same moment realizing Gerard Spong is known for being attracted to young men.

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The bom had dropped on San Fransisco. You could see a large crater
in the center of the city on the news. Someone told me my brother was there. The next instant
I was in San Fransisco. Having no clue as to where to search I started helping
clearing out the ruble and debris. Someone todl me I was an idiot who now also was subjected
to the deadly radiation and I should have stayed in Holland.
I said I didn't care 'cause my brother was there somewhere.

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The well-known serial-killer was caught. Strapped in a straight-jacket he was driven to jail by a police-officer.
He told me:"Don't worry: the wind only can't free me." An instant later he kicked out the officer from the buggy-like vehicle
and drove it frontally against a standing truck. He ran around it
and somehow back-summersaulted into a container that was positioned on top of the truck.
The front lid closed and he drove of, leaving persuers baffled.
We searched for him in a school-building at night and were frightened
'cause more and more people appeared to be able to see in the dark;
a sure sign the human race was slowly turning into a race of vampires.

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We were waiting to perform at some event. Finally I had found a toilet.
We were dressed in plain white and/or red. Our main act consisted of a Chinese man
dressed in an all red costume, including mask.
His instrument was called Nike's Gym, obviously sponsored.
It was basically a horizontal and broad red ropeladder. With linnen straps Hang Chow,
as the performer was called, rolled over, jumped from and up and slid up and under the ropes.
Someone told us Goofy was late but it was our time to perform. We decided to go on stage
without our colleague and our Chinese comrade changed into a all white costume,
fully padded to prevent him from getting hurt, should he jump up and miss the rope.

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There was this party at a squat. Most people there I didn't know but a few I had known for years. There was hardly any furniture present and light only came from a few candles that were scattered throughout the room. A lady walked up to me and said she remembered we met at Simon's place. I apologized to her for not remembering her but she told me she didn't mind. She was rather tall, had curly brown hair and a black sort of hat on with a golden rim. She introduced herself to me as Sarah and with her I watched a documentary on television that stated that Napoleon was the first man ever to appear in a woman's gown at the Rue Rodier in Paris and they showed a short film in which indeed Napoleon (apparently unaware of the camera) left a house and turned luft ouside the door to stroll into named street.
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We were in a castle under siege. Although we did barricade all doors and windows the enemy
managed to get in. They came charging up the stairs holding metal poles in front of them that were attached
to their bodies by wire. The first one to reach our floor was a friend of mine from 20 years ago.
I called out her name and she said:"I've given up that name years ago. From now on
I'm called "The Number One".
She and her comrades were somehow linked to one another and impossible to hurt
in the fight. She told me to sit down and obey her orders. I refused and said I would do nothing of a sorts
until I was explained what was going on. That confused her so much that it bought me time to escape.
While hidden in the corridors of the castle I managed to grab one of the creatures and smash her skull.
This caused a reaction and most of the enemy were then engulfed in a weird bleu-ish light that seemed to
immobilize them. The few that weren't affected held a meeting in one of the rooms.
By that time I had reached my friends and told them it would take some time before our attackers
would realized what had happened. We should use that time to escape and warn others.

A nuclear reactor exploded. We saw the ion-cloud moving towards us fast.
I looked around frantically for a place to hide and decided to jump in a river
and stayed under water for as long as I could.
A few survivors gathered in a home ( a small appartment on the second floor of a six story-building).
A lady had suffered a full radiation-blast in the face, which was coming loose from her skull.
I had not brought food or drinks in but, together with a young lady offered to go out for supplies: looting.
At a low table there was a sofa. On that sofa sat a man, leaning over a big red book that lay flat on the table:
"How to live the revolution in case of nuclaer war" by Che Guevara.
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There was some sort of war going on on some alien planet. People in cushioned silver suits,
complete with some kind of plastic welding-mask fired upon eachother with ray-guns.
The moment someone was hit that part of his body would be embedded in a cubicle of ice, wig-shaped,
leaving him or her no room to manouver. The hands would come together with a bang so loud that
it initiated sparks and automatically fired the gun, hitting yet someone else.
In a valiant effort to save his people a dying man (eventually the whole body would explode)
ignited a small rusty red and white rocket, using his ray gun and send the rocket to Earth,
hoping the memories of his people would not be lost forever.
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We witnessed the beginning of nuclear winter.
Some walls of the place we were were instantly gone and all our surroundings were blackened
from fire and covered in thick white dust. When it happened I was at a friends place for a party.
Some party-goers rushed home to their families but most decided to stay,
knowing what they would find on returning.
We simply decided to keep on partying until one by one radiation-sickness got the better of us.
A friend came to tell us the bomb must have been dropped around five thirty in the morning
since none of us noticed a bang and the last one to go to sleep did so at five
and the first morning-guest arrived at six.
We just smiled at one another and tried not to think of our loved ones. The end would come soon enough.
Someone tried to tune in to a TV or radio-station still broadcasting but although some channels showed signs of life,
neither reported on the falling of the bomb. Someone said he wanted to know who started.
I asked him what the difference would be to the dead.

We went to Schiphol by bus. The hostess asked us to get on board
and when on board realised it wasn't time to leave yet,
meaning a few of our friends would be coming on the next bus in stead of joining us in ours.
The hostess then nervously told the driver she had left a box and some papers.
Apparently the stuff was still on the bus' rooftop.
Although it would leave nobody behind the wheel the driver decided
to open the roofhatch and recover the lost items while the bus was still driving.
Then we were at this party where all these really young people were enjoying themselves.
Since I came there with three or maybe two friends I didn't expect to see anyone else I knew but I did.
I met several colleagues from previous jobs as entertainer and actor.
At a certain moment almost all the kids were dancing in one room
where I did like the music but didn't want to be seen dancing with children.
Hence I took refuge to the other room which was empty except for me and two guys behind the bar,
one cleaning glasses wearing a black T-shirt with white print.
I was smoking a Silk Cut sigaret when a young woman entered and came to sit right next to me.
A friend of hers with dark skin and fizzy hair, asked if I knew a guy called "E".
My eyes lit up as I remembered. Then I was alone with the other girl again
who introduced herself as Esmee or Emily. She had chestnut-brown hair and hazel eyes.
We saw a film where the credits showed her name on top of the rol.
Once back home I remembered her sitting on the floor leaning back
against my knees so I could give her a neck- and shoulders massage.

My neighbour left on her bike and I waved her goodbye through the third-floor window of an old
wharehouse. Apparently I had joined the Patchanka foundation. The Foundation existed to help
young people get track of their lives again. My first lesson there, given by a lady with long dark
hair and friendly eyes in her early thirties, was to make a drawing with pencils and waterpaint. One
by one the members of the group went to do other things when suddenly there was the sound of a
helicopter. We all went to the window to have a look and saw a dark blue and white helicopter land
on the pavement on the left side of the building we were in. We also saw a member of our group
standing near it. When he got up to meet us we of course asked him what it was all about. He
said he didn't know and when we asked him why he hadn't asked the police or anyone he said he
had simply forgotten. My best friend, whom I also saw coming towards the building when my
"clasmates" were looking at the helicopter, joined us at the little bar hours after I had seen him
earlier. Apparently he was a bit shy to join the group. He went to sit next to a friend of his, a man
is his mid-fourties going bald, whom he had known for years. My friend smiled at me and
said:"You never knew he and I were acquainted, now did you?"

Attending some Live Action Roleplaying Fair with a good friend
and his girlfriend I bought something at some stand.
The girl behind the table gave me a piece of red plastic containing
magic spells, drawings of different kind of ships and odd symbols.
According to her all I needed to do was drop the whole thing in
a river, say the appropriate words and all ships of
the chosen type that would pass would sink.
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On opening night I was appointed luitenant by a leading man in het world of industrials.
In reality I was merely a security guard who’s job it was
to keep unwanted guests away from his parties. Someone I refused
to enter opening night of a new company vowed revenge.
Later that day there was a demonstration of a new piece of machinery
introduced to the public by a woman, ranking high within the company.
Meanwhile I was stiring in a pot filled with overdue olive oil,
cooking hamburgers and undefined black pieces of meat (?).
She showed the gathered press that the machine had a built in safety
so you could not get hurt using it. To demonstrate this feature she let it roll
on full speed and stuck her head in. Moments later her head was ripped of
and stuck on a stake on the outside of the machine.
Her eyes were still moving inside her skull and showed surprise.
Obviously, the construction had been sabotaged, I concluded.
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Unknowing to my son we housed a guest. He was out and gave me a call telling me
he got stuck in a tree, “near a bridge”. Leaving the house I grabbed a bag of buns
and ate the only bun in the bag. Soon I found my guest, hanging from a branch
with his homemade airballoon. It was shaped as two curled up Coelancanth
and the guy in it wore a top hat and tails while gesturing wildly “get me out!”
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Some guy was suffering from a nosebleed, a broken leg and probably a concusion.
All sustained in some accident. I was the nurse providing him first aid on my first day
on the job while my mom was watching.
I told the people from unit 120 (we were 110) to perform a scan om him.
At first they were reluctant but as I pushed they did so anyway and found a bone-fragment
had entered his brain. It it weren’t for me the guy would have died.
Extremely satisfied I ended this morning at the new job and went to my regular one.
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We were at a battlefield, wearing blue tartans/kilts.
Overwhelmed by a great number of enemies the small surviving group pulled back into a circle.
While dragging along two wounded mates with one hand and slaying some men with
my two-handed broadsword with the other I too managed to get in the circle.
There we awaited the final blow.
Showing my teeth to the enemy in determination I anticipated the end.
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We were on a two-day school outing in Austria and on our way back
when I realized I hadn't bought any souvenirs for the people back home.
Luckily we stopped for gas and food at some highly touristic shopping centre.
For a little while we were waiting ouside the bus when a woman told me not to smoke
in that particular area. I extinguished my sigaret and noticed a few other smokers did not.
At a souvenir stand I bought my son little chocolate tablets in Delft Blue wrappers and for my mom
a little bar of marzipan. For neighbour Miriam and her daughters
a wall-stencil depicting Thumper and the Easter Bunny in an Easter-setting in a snowy environment.
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Flying some ultrafast jetfighter just out the stratosphereit became uncontrolable.
Suddenly I wasn't in it by myself but I (my son) had my dad (me) as co-pilot.
Ground control warned me for the machine going haywire
but I ignored them happy as I was for a chance to talk to my father.
Still swirling uncontrolably we were drawn into some kind of black hole were I didn't die
but instead on the other side opened my eyes wide to see THE ANSWER.
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Heading for the safety of Moscow we spend the night in Petrograd.
We were put in a tentcamp where we waited for the breaking of dawn to move on.
We had just decided to leave the camp when it started to rain so my best mate, my son, my daughter,
her mom and me decided to wait a bit longer. The conditions were poor. We slept under rough blankets
on simple wooden pallets and most of the tents were made of dirty white canvas.
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A huge blast drove our ship into history. A couple of people were swimming
away from the sinking ship frantically. I was clinging to a piece of driftwood
and while swimming with all the force I could muster picked up a semi-consious person along the way.
Someone asked me: “Why are you putting so much effort in trying to stay alive?”
I replied:”We've just lost two friends. The best way to remember them is to stay alive ourselves,
thus keeping their memory alive a while longer.”
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Two mates made the newspapers because they had given their teacher a present.
It was a ring in a box which had a black velvet covering. It depicted a silver skull
set in a black and white triangle. They gave it their teacher because twice in a row
her car had been stolen and traded in for a new one.
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A large group of people, including me and my best mate were waiting for others to leave some partyground.
We were standing on top of a stairwell and witnessed people passing in their cars, on their motorbikes,
regular bikes and by foot. A guy on a white motorbike with loads of studs on the bike
and a brown leather sadle apparently was hesitating whether to follow the crowd or go up the stairs.
On yells of “come on” and “you can do it” he decided the latter and with a great
roaring sound of the bike's engine and under loud applauding by my crowd went up.
When he arrived on the flat people gazed at the bike in amazement for not only did the man manage
to ride his bike up the stairs, he was also carrying a little boy with dark hair and a black
leather jacket and a fairly tall blond woman.
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With our tourbus we arrived at a hotel in the early afternoon. In front of the hotel I saw a woman
carrying an obviously heavy plastic grocery-bag. She was a bit shabby dressed
in a skirt that was once nice dark pink but was now more light salmon.
Over it she wore a vest that used to be deep purple and was most likely self-knitted.
At the hotel we found out that there was no breakfast for us. We knew we were going to arrive
in the early-afternoon sowe told them in advance we would like our breakfast
at two in the afternoon. Since we were in desperate need of breakfast
we scavenged the lobby , cafeteria and hallways for it. On the stairs
I found a tray with some plates'n stuff on it. There also lay an piece of something
that could best be described as a cross of toast and muffin.
It was already half-eaten but I couldn't care less. With taking my first bite I saw
the formentioned woman again. Now she also wore a large golden earring in her right ear
and a red bandana with little white flowers..
The room next to mine was occupied by an (non-specified) ex of mine
That night we performed around the campfire. It was an improvised version of Snow White
and the Seven Dwarfs but without dwarfs. We did, however, introduce a few new characters.
Amongst which the twins “Humpty and Dumpty” and my character.
I remember walking around looking for Snow White, calling her name on occassion
while lifting things from workbenches in the garage where some scenes from the play were played.
A voice-over would tell me and the audience what I saw. “This is a piece of rope. Completely useless for your quest.”
Than I came accross a merchant and the voice-over said:
“You won't get any hotter than this.” and the merchant's helper opened her blouse,
showed me her breasts and lifted the right one from its black lace cup
so it was clear it was no fake. She asked me for my name and I murmled:
“I don't know, I don't care. Nothing matters anymore.” She was played by Poppy Tierney,
who played the character in a Wales Panto some two years ago.
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Someone showed me where I was going to work:
The classroom was solemnly filled with baby-toys and mostly stuffed animals.
Otherwise is was empty. Outside there were two playing-yards: One was very small and was
surrounded by a high chicken-fence and also completely jammed with cuddly toys,
mostly dark brown bears. There was a very long corridor with loads of doors on either side,
leading to unknown destiny's. I knew I had to keep on walking straight.
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Being a female concentration-camp prisoner I had met a man
just moments before I got arrested. He agreed to wait for me under a certain bridge.
At nights me and my fellow-inmates would give spoken messages to our kids
and send them out to deliver them. They were small enough to go through the bars
of the fences surrounding the camp. The message I had my son send was “Tell him to be patient”.
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While in my house with Ferdinand and Angélique
I saw someone on a bike peering through my bedroom-window.
Unlike in real life I was curious as to know who it was and rushed outside to find out.
The person had gone but a young lady on a bike told me she had seen a dark-skinned man.
She asked me if I wasn't afraid of burglars and I told her no. That I would always leave them a little sum to steal,
like Euro 2.18. That would be even more frustrating for them than nothing at all.
While we were talking a string of christmas-lights, hanging from lamppost to lamppost broke loose
due to heavy winds. Although it nearly hit us we couldn't be bothered.
I told her I had to get back to my son and neighbour and asked
for her name. She told me she lived around the corner and her name was Rosalie.
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Sitting at the backseat of a car, chatting away with the person sitting next to me
I witnessed the person on the front passenger-seat hit the person steering the car from the right of the car
over the head with a white blunt object. Probably a vase wrapped in thin white paper.
We then entered an underground car-cemetery where there was a service in progress.
Through several speakers in the large hall (a former carpark) a minister's voice was stating all sorts of nice
things about someone's deceased car. Our car was parked at he end of a row where
several cars were still in the proces of "going to the other side".
Under the car's pillow where it's front tyre was rested on I found a book
which held the words to the next cermon which then could not be held
because the minister was in need of the book, just recovered by me.
We then fled towards the light at the end of a tunnel going upward.
I was clutching the light brown yellowish book, with thick black writing
on the cover, under my left arm.
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Being part of a ship's crew it was my job to keep it in a straight line by pulling ropes
on starboard side. There were inexperienced rowers on the left hand side that were rowing too fast.
There were no rowers on the left hand side. At a certain point I stood in the water, pulling the boat.
Together with another dad from my son's school. He was better prepared for the job, wearing flippers and goggles.
Whilst I felt my socks sogging and my shoes being slurped by the mud.
Where the water rose kids were playing in the water and the mud from
the bottom of the canal was replaced by tiles.
My son's mom called me on my co-dad's mobile which ticked him off a little:
"Doesn't she know we're working here!?"
She then tried to punch me. I blocked and broke her arm.
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My son and daughter slid off this great big slide made of grey stone.
I tried it too but didn't fly as far off as they did.
When my mom tried it she panicked, summersaulted off it halfway and landed
on her feet and lower backside. With tears running down my cheeks
I ran towards her to see if she was allright.
She stood up, a bit dizzy and dusted off the sand from her dress.
A woman looked very pleased seeing my mom was okay
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I saw Satan rise from the underground, covered in fire.
As soon as I touched him, my armor melted from my body, leaving me unprotected
except from my face-mask which was made out of some kind of human or animal bone.
Although wearing no armor anymore, I grabbed the Devil by the shoulders
and scared him for he realized that I couldn't get hurt.
He tried blazing fire into my face but my face-mask deflected it all and even send some of it back.
He did scorch my hands with his bodyheat but it didn't hurt at all.
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Me and some children were attending the UN-trial against Milosovic.
Because it was a bit boring and there was a lot of noise from the pigeons in the courtyard we decided
to go to a garden-center to buy the pigeons a drink-fountain.
Most children voted for one that consisted of three layers so all pigeons
could decide for themselves where they wanted to rest.
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There was a series of underground theatre-performances scheduled to be played in a large concert-hall.
I sat in the auditorium all by myself and at the same time I was sitting next to a young lady wearing white trousers.
On her other side there was her boyfriend. In the back, on the left side there was another man.
The curtains opened and a man stood on stage, announcing the performance.
At that moment also the curtains at the side of the auditorium opened.
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In my dream my lifegoal wasto find a specific crucifix.
In the dream I found it. It was a large wooden crucifix,
depicting the suffering af Jezus carved out from one single peace of dark brown wood
as portraited by a variety of famous artists. In the end I discovered
that the place where I found it was the backroom of an English pub.
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After years of living underground after the Apocalyps had taken place
we decided it was time to leave our hiding place.
At the top of an old stone stairway there was a big grey door.
With a bit of help I slowly pushed it open and saw a world
that was different than the one I remembered.
People where walking through what appeared to be a shopping street.
In stead of white, all window-panes were black.
The people regarded one another in a very unusual fashion
and their hairstyles were way out of order.
Most women wore some kind of Australian cowboy-hat.
This, however, was the world I had to get acustomed to.
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In my dream the girl of my dreams and I, together with a few
others sabotaged a missile launch pad. Instead of going skywards the cruise
missile went over ground straight for us. Most of our group jumped a fence in a
futile effort to escape the impact. I stood for the fence, manouvering myself in
such a position that the missile would hit me straight away. At the moment of
impact the girl in my dreams and I looked at eachother very happily and together
witnessed the blinding light and silent explosion.