a really scary dream

I don't gt scary dream very often, but when I do, are they vivid!

In a nutshell, some crazy fashion designer named Ben Bunden (parallel ro Ralph LAuren?) went crazy and starting blowing up stuff here in Tucson so he could get some propositions passed so he could expand on his empire. He first attacked the TCC right after a Daniel Powter concert. Everyone started leaving after he was done with "Bad Day", but a few people and I waited to see if there was an encore. Suddenly there's a big blast where everyone else left so I went in the other direction. The national news showed a clip of some mysterious guy in poor quality black and white running to a car with a license plate starting with "800". The guy had a bunch of white powder on his face so as to hide the identity.

Then I'm at some green metallic building the next day, and I don't know what I'm doing there, but then there's a low sounding alarm going off. I'm the only one who hears it at first. I ask some guy what it was and he ignores me. Then a lady comes charging in telling us to evacuate cause some jet plane just dropped a bomb right on top of us. Some people start shouting "Saddam Hussein! Saddam Hussein!" and then something about a flautist. We get a safe distance outside, see a bomb hitting the place and then a big explosion. Then we see the plane that dropped the bomb driving into some big white water tower-like buildings, all 9/11 style. Naturally I'm freaked out. Then some guy, all dirty looking, come toward us and says he has some evidence from the green building because he wasn't able to get out in time, but he had a video camera. So he shows us a clip of the bomb *inside* the building, but with no evidence that it came through the ceiling. Sombody asks about holograms and the mystery guy says that it had to be an inside job.

Then I'm at UHS and all the people that went to school were put in one room on the second floor, the one kitty corner from the boys bathroom. I see a couple people I recognized, and then I see Brent Morgan wearing white powder all on his face. "What The F*ck is wrong with you?!" I scream at him. "You think this is some sort of joke?" Then I realized we all had school uniforms on.

Then I'm oustide heading back to my house, hoping that it's still intact when I see two planes doing some acrobatic stunt things like at a plane show when all of a sudden they crash into some building that I reckon is at the UofA. It must've been like 40 stories easily. And all I think is, "well, I guess that means I'm not taking summer school,". But I head back to the UofA and go inside one of the main offices. Everyone is frazzled, naturally. But they won't leave. Then I realize I'm at the student union and I think "I have to get out of here!".

Next thing I remember, it's not me anymore but like a generic overview thing. Homer Simpson is at a movie theater with a lot of other people from town. Someone shows a clip of the attacks and is asking the people if they see anything unusual. Then there's a duck dressed up like a blackbird, and quite noticably. Homer screams out that it's a duck that's behind all these plots, and everyone else agrees with him. Suddenly the place gets gassed and Homer, the only cartoon character, is able to survive. So he gets out to warn of the blackbird imposter.

Then it's back to me and a lot of people. We're at the old police station, which apparently closed because the wiring was faulty and the electronic doors were unfixable. Then we see two blackbirds that seem almost robotic on the roof. People start throwing stones at them and proclaim the duck must be inside. So I go inside with the police and the ediotr of the newspaper. We fight with the doors to get all the cops inside, then they search as best they can. I stay near the back of the building. They say the case is clear and everyone starts leaving. Then I'm suck inbetween 2 soors that refuse to open from where I'm at. The editor, with his shirt sleeves torn off in the chaos, is on the other side trying to help me out. He finally does, but then we're stuck as the final door for back outsde closes. Suddenly I realize that the editor is pointing a gun at me. Then I see he has the number 800 tattooed on his arm, and that his eyes look like the guy from the green metallic building. I point a finger at him, ready to say, "It was YOU!"

Then I wake up.

HOly crap! What does it mean?!?!?!?!?!???!?!?!?!?