Wow, that "dream" you had about your coworker is amazing! I hope mine doesn't come true in any way. I feel especially anxious now that school has started--because of the school bus part, you know.
I've been trying to come up with more details. But I think I was so freaked out during the dream that I couldn't focus too well!
I can say that it was a very sunny, warm afternoon. It seems like there were palm trees either along the median of the street, or along each side--I remember lots of palm trees. Everything seemed very contemporary. I know it was in the United States. I also remember vaguely that the people planting the bombs were both men and women, and that some of them looked "foreign" and some looked "American." But all pretty ordinary-looking people in street clothes, no different from any of the other people you might see in public.
I think maybe it could be a representation of fear. I'm not afraid of being a victim myself. But I do fear for others, especially children. Maybe that is why I was not "myself" in the dream--because my fear is for other people. If, Heaven forbid, such a thing happened in a city where I live or was visiting, I would want to protect and help and rescue other people, even if I put myself in harm's way. If I could save others by dying or being injured, then I would without a thought.
I've been trying to come up with more details. But I think I was so freaked out during the dream that I couldn't focus too well!
I can say that it was a very sunny, warm afternoon. It seems like there were palm trees either along the median of the street, or along each side--I remember lots of palm trees. Everything seemed very contemporary. I know it was in the United States. I also remember vaguely that the people planting the bombs were both men and women, and that some of them looked "foreign" and some looked "American." But all pretty ordinary-looking people in street clothes, no different from any of the other people you might see in public.
I think maybe it could be a representation of fear. I'm not afraid of being a victim myself. But I do fear for others, especially children. Maybe that is why I was not "myself" in the dream--because my fear is for other people. If, Heaven forbid, such a thing happened in a city where I live or was visiting, I would want to protect and help and rescue other people, even if I put myself in harm's way. If I could save others by dying or being injured, then I would without a thought.