I’ve been having some pretty weird dreams of late and was wondering if anyone would care to comment . . .
I’m in a building, which appears to be a college of some sort (lots of youngish people milling about); am joined at a reception desk by one said young person (who collects a file “CT5” from the receptionist) and am then led down a guarded corridor into a room for a meeting. It quickly becomes apparent that I am involved with a clandestine security organisation (the college thing being a cover), and that the meeting is centred on drawing up plans for a covert operation. We (the young fellow and I) are tasked to oversee the destruction of a crane in Spain (that’s definitely not in the plain).
Now I happen to know it’s a crane because of the CT designation. (All our cranes at work are CT something or other, though interestingly we have no CT5). It’s not just any old crane though; apparently it’s the only crane in the area that can perform a particular specialist task, though alas I cannot recall what that task actually is. (I do remember seeing some engineering drawings of a thing that resembled a giant jam doughnut, and some maps of the local area, but not what was actually discussed). Whatever the case though, because of this particular ability it possess it is felt that it poses a threat to our national security, and as such has to be taken out.
The meeting then develops into a discussion on how this is going to be achieved. It would seem the young man and I are to go Spain, and in a scenario not too dissimilar to that of Domingo Chavez in “Clear and Present Danger” are to highlight the target for a bombing, missile, rocket strike (the young man would position himself to the north of the target, and I would take the south). It’s at this point, however, that the story takes something of a bizarre turn.
Whilst discussing tactics, a nuclear bomb goes off outside. I clearly hear the bang and see the mushroom cloud rising (amazing colours), and realising the shock wave is soon to follow (fearing injury from flying glass) I immediately throw myself to the floor. Fortunately though, it soon transpires the device is not too powerful and the building survives intact. We then learn that the target was an American owned biscuit factory and set off by an extremist environmental group. And if that’s contradictory enough we also discover that it was a dirty bomb, deliberately designed as such in order to prevent reuse of the site.
Like all good cliff-hanger TV serials, the action stops here. I wake up. (Tried to tune into episode 2 today, but couldn't remember the channel).
