Bad Dream #2

On a picnic, overlooking a metropolis.  Fellow picknickers start to see a column of black smoke rising from the center of the city.  Not a good sign.  Then we see several explosions, each occuring 10-15 seconds apart.  Fire, sirens.  I head to the scene.  I am in a theater where President Clinton and other dignitaries are seated, and it's just before the explosions are to occur.  *boom* and little pieces of the building fly everywhere.  Luckily the bombs were placed in weak locations and not much damage is done.  Only a few minor injuries in the crowd. Everyone is surprisingly calm.  People start shuffling out.  Clinton waits for an escort.  I start cleaning up. 

Woken up by E.  She wakes up too early these days.