From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/03/16 Monday:  "The Nukes" !!  (A dream with its own backstory!)   
      
   Just woke up a short while ago, and this was "the last dream before waking,"   
   and boy, was it a doozy!!  (I know, that's supposed to be a question, but   
   there's no question in my mind!)   
      
   The "backstory" to this dream spans some unknown number of years in the past,   
   merely that some tech nerd figured out a way to create an unknown number of   
   devices, certainly over a dozen, but seemingly as many "cards" as there are   
   "apps" these days, but    
   limited to just the U.S.A. A "card" was like a daughter card on an old desktop   
   or tower computer, but more like an external USB-connected hard drive: roughly   
   5" wide by 12"-18" long by ⅜" thick (maybe a third" thick.  I really never   
   got THAT good a    
   look at it.)  The dreamer had apparently bought one of these cards some years   
   ago and kept it locked and hidden away in a small room, smaller than one of   
   those fully stocked bunkers that a prepper would have, but larger than a   
   closet.  It was maybe 8'    
   wide by 15' long x 8' high with smooth white plaster walls, maybe something   
   harder, but it did have a commercial-style building look to it.  The "feel"   
   was that the room had been rented / pre-paid years ago when the card was   
   obtained, and "the dreamer"    
   who'd put these two things together had locked them away *for some time*   
   without ever having used either of them, apparently for the purpose of the   
   location and device becoming "forgotten" over the years by anyone who might've   
   been trying to run a trace    
   on them.   
      
   The dream *starts* with the dreamer entering the room, as if just checking on   
   his old toy-room so to speak, just for old times' sake, and finding the card   
   still in operational condition.  The card had its *own* little story as well:    
   whenever the    
   programmer / developer who made this card built it, he had hard-access launch   
   codes to multiple random, "hidden" nukes (ballistic missiles) located all over   
   the USA.  The dream all worked together to unfold like this:   
      
   The dreamer activated his card just to be sure it was still functional.  He   
   noticed a flashing red light that went out after a few seconds, realizing he'd   
   missed his "moment" to press the flashing red button.  Apparently, this was   
   designed as a kind of    
   fail-safe to prevent someone just horsing around— it required a deliberate   
   commitment to activate a launch.   
      
   The dreamer was located somewhere in Tennessee, with a feel like Antioch, but   
   the location he entered in was for "Las Vegas, California" which *may* have   
   been "Los Angeles," but the clarity of this was only an 8, so certain details   
   may be off slightly.     
   The STATE targeted was "California."  There was a feeling that the card worked   
   along the reasoning of mutually assured destruction:  no one would ever   
   launch, because that would theoretically trigger a counter-launch.   
      
   The dreamer re-entered the city / state coordinates (there was no GPS feel of   
   latitude / longitude, merely the city / state was all the data necessary.    
   This time, however, he noted the flashing red light that appeared on the wall   
   before him.   
      
   A quick note on the wall:  the dreamer was facing the short-width wall at the   
   rear of the room.  There may have been a screen hanging centered on that wall   
   similar to a large, flat screen TV, perhaps of the 55" style, and that screen   
   may have indicated a    
   map of the USA, with California on the west (left) coast, as per what one   
   would expect from a "real life" map.  The flashing red button was a bit   
   disorienting, as it was on a physical toggle switch somewhere beneath the   
   screen.  Closer examination of it    
   showed that it was more than just a bright red (but tiny) LED.  It was more   
   like 3/4ths the size of a wooden clothespin, and appeared to be in a kind of   
   ◄ (but banana-shaped) rocker setting.  One didn't simply "push" the button,   
   but actually rocked it    
   to the right, although I did have a snapshot image of a red "vote" button from   
   my real-life local voting machine enter my head.  That is, it required a   
   specific impulse to "push" that button, and that doing so had a very real   
   effect upon what would    
   happen next.   
      
   I pushed the button (rocked it, actually) and there was the sensation (mental   
   imagery, if you will) of a ballistic missile launching from somewhere closer   
   to  the east coast now headed toward its destination on the west coast, with   
   the understanding that    
   it would only take seconds to reach its target, far faster than most   
   human-based defense chains would have to respond to it.  Mind you, this was in   
   a dream, and minutes can fly by like seconds, so time is really NOT realistic   
   here.  There was also a kind    
   of memory fragment of launching a *second* nuke to the same location, "Las   
   Vegas, California" (but I'm *thinking* this was meant to be Los Angeles.)    
   There was the feeling in the dreamer's mind that yes, he'd actually launched a   
   "double tap" on the West    
   Coast, and a sort of disbelief that he'd actually done it.  I mean, just a   
   push of a button, and a kind of dream-echo of launching a second strike only   
   seconds later, and now all there was to do was wait for the (literal) fallout.   
      
   Now the screen really came to life, only it was displaying a kind of live news   
   twitter (text based) feed, except that the scrolling was in a rather   
   infuriating portrait orientation rather than landscape.  Mind you, this was   
   like a 55" flat screen TV, so    
   it was wider left-to-right and shorter top-to-bottom (landscape orientation)   
   but the text feed was coming down from the left side of the screen to the   
   right side (portrait orientation) and I ("the dreamer") had to tilt my head to   
   the left (nearly 90°)    
   in order to "see" it correctly, which I found annoying, but figured that due   
   to the age of the equipment, what was the point in complaining?  The software   
   had apparently tapped into a newer-age news feed, but at least the data was   
   feeding!   
      
      
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