In this morning's dream, Jodi (my former choir director) and I were plotting with a small group to assassinate the POTUS by suicide stealth bomb. There was some sort of experimental, high-tech explosive that Jodi was to smuggle through the airport to our destination in a pair of travel support hose (we were only bothering with the airport because there was some sort of trip or delegation planned that we were to be a part of), and sure enough got it through undetected. When we arrived at our destination and got in our limo, I expected we were to pick up the target, but we really were just being transported to the hotel where the actual bombing was to occur. We checked into our room, and got a visual on our target (who was now Fr. Cy Middendorf, God rest his soul) down in the lobby, but he wasn't going to be there long and that wasn't where the attack was to occur because of the collateral damage. We were in a tiered conference room when a couple of obvious undercover homeland security agents were hovering us to catch us in the act, so they could charge us with attempted terrorism rather than merely conspiracy. But it turns out that we were actually trying to thwart the attack ourselves, and were just playing along with the conspirators. We split up and shook our agents and I was quickly walking through the halls of the hotel looking for Jodi by trying to find the correct elevator where the attack was to occur.
Dreams are freaking weird.
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