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I’ve been having lots of dreams recently about stuff I’d rather not dream about. For instance the other night I dreamt I was in the Capital and we’d got caught up in some attempted act of terrorism. We were in a square, more of a circle really in the middle of London – There were a few dead bodies around and a big blue transit van parked next to a building, I don’t know what the building was but there were people locked in.

The terrorist had got people lying down in on the ground with their hands on their heads and I was one of them. the terrorist stood in the middle and after walking around making sure everyone was facing the floor he kneeled down and started to prepare whatever it was he was going to do. he had his back to me. I heard the whimper of a man, I glanced to my left and it was an armed police officer who had been shot in the mêlée, he motioned with his eyes to the pistol on by his foot and nodded to me.

I was shocked, scared, excited, angry and nervous all at once, I hesitated but only a few feet from me I could hear the terrorist shouting “I’m ready, I’m ready, lets do this” – without thinking I grabbed the pistol and made for the terrorist. I reached out pointing the gun at his head and, just as he turned to me – our eyes met, he was scared, I was scared – only one of us was going to come out of this alive. I turned my head away and pulled the trigger. BANG the gun fired. The air went cold, quiet – deathly quiet and still, I’ve never known it so still.

I heard nothing and focused on nothing but could see people fleeing from the scene, armed police running towards me, weapons trained on me. I dropped the gun and walked over to a seating area. I lay down and went to sleep. The next time I wake up would be for real and a few hours later. I remembered the dream instantly as soon as I woke up and it freaked me out a little.

The next dream I’ve been having is a recurring dream about a nuclear attack, I don’t recognise the location but we hear planes high above us and realise that we are about to be attacked. We hear air raid sirens but cant work out where they are coming from, it’s a dreaded sound. We try to find some sort of shelter, sometimes it’s a real shelter and other times it’s just a basement, one time a room with windows which just blew out and covered everyone with glass. I dreamt once that the bomb went off right above where we were and no one had chance to even say anything, just looked at each other and in a split second we saw the brightest light imaginable and then I woke up.

Thing is with these nuclear attack dreams is that I’m not really scared, I don’t wake up in a cold sweat or get freaked out by them. They just appear to be happening. It really is rather strange.