Had a dream where there was a mad Saw-like bomber plaguing a Famous Idyllic Suburb™️ and I was the token working-class practical-wrenching-knowledge I-have-an-adapter-cable-for-that member of a Criminal Minds-like team dealing with it. In this episode the mad bomber had hostages in various tableaux cordoned-off outside a hotel/conference center next to a picturesque manmade lake (pond really) in Famous Idyllic Suburb™️. The bombs were in cheap school backpacks, and if those trapped in these tableaux didn’t do what the teenage girl caller told them to then Blammo! The occupants of the hotel were watching from the windows which I thought was stupid because glass imploding inward etc. from the bombs. Some of these instructions were cruel not only to the hostages, but to animals. In one case there was a pony mare and her (apparently) dead foal rope-tied to her, and hostage was instructed to try to excise a certain tendon under the mare’s belly so she ofc bolted dragging her foal behind her and hostage (with bomb-backpack) had to chase after her holding a scalpel?! During this current debacle I was to & fro-ing for the team in the hotel and found one of these backpacks in an elevator and one in a network closet. I run into another team member, Mister Rogers (his role on the team was Radical Acceptance & Understanding, basically the psych profiler for the team and who the Bad Guy of the Week would confess to. Often did the denouement voiceovers). He wanted to carry one of the backpacks to the cordoned-off site but I refused and carried them both. I was horrified that the world might lose Mister Rogers! I ran into one of the police-access-permitted journalists on the way out of the hotel who wanted a summation of what we had so far on this teenage girl bomber, so Mister Rogers ran ahead to get back to the site. Carefully balancing the backpacks at the end of each hand, I told the reporter some of these tableaux and hostages were already set up when we arrived. Hotel management initially thought it was part of a conference at the hotel but they were set up by the hostages under duress. When hotel management found out they too were threatened with bombing of the hotel. Police arrived (and us) but the hotel isn’t evacuated yet for fear this will make the bomber set off more bombs. Now it’s a spectacle.
Various small, awful things happen, but no further bombs. The reporter turns out to also be controlled by the bomber and just when she’s about to Pull Some Shit on our team (partially under duress, partially b/c sympathizes with the bomber), we find the teenage girl bomber…. Who is not the actual bomber. She’s a ,like, 14 y.o. who has been getting instructions via social media messaging for a phonecall “game” and she didn’t think it was a problem b/c voice phone calling is so ancient and so they can’t be tracked like real communications, like texts, right??
The real bomber giving instructions to the teenage girl was my IRL MAGA aunt, who was disgusted by the Liberal Ideals the Famous Idyllic Suburb™️ was founded upon and wanted to Own the Libs in a deadly fashion (I think in the dream she was my character’s aunt, too) 🤦♀️
