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I remember my dreams every night -- often two or three of them. If I don't remember my dreams for a few nights in a row, it means I'm getting sick. Most of my dreams the average person would classify as "nightmares," but they don't bother me. Occasionally, I have WTF batshit crazy dreams. I had one of those last night.

For some reason I was in what was supposed to be downtown Ottawa -- somewhere near the Arts Centre slash Rideau Centre, just north of the overpass if you have any idea what I'm talking about. The same overpass I stood on with a throng of people last year as a dragon came down the street, and a massive spider climbed up the side of the bridge. The dragon spit fire, and one of the spider's legs nearly hit me in the head. That's not from a dream. That's an actual event called La Machine. It was epic.

Anyway, I wasn't on the overpass in the dream, but below, and about a city block north of it. There was an old, new-world Victorian house (which doesn't actually exist) which was about five stories high. Young children were climbing all over the outside of it. One of the children fell from about four stories up, and I ran over to help. So far, so normal. Pretty par for the course in my dreamscapes.

I never got to the child because the dream suddenly shifted when I heard screaming from behind me. Turning around, I saw what everyone else did: a massive black zeppelin of about 200 metres (600ish feet?) gliding low in the air, over what would have been City Hall, three blocks south. The shadow it cast made it look like nighttime had fallen. It took everyone a moment to realize it was crashing. I, stupidly, started heading toward it, thinking I could help the people on board. A few others had the same idea, but most were heading in the opposite direction.

That's when my stomach lurched. Something was terribly wrong. As the zeppelin crashed, I noticed it wasn't entirely black -- there was some sort of Asian writing on the side, in white lettering. It was crashing -- it wasn't an accident.

It had been aimed.

The zeppelin didn't ignite when it hit the ground, but about 30 seconds later several explosions could be heard as its payload began to detonate. It was at this point that I saw several other shadows looming in the distance, bearing down on our capital.

I spent the rest of the dream running around, trying to stay away from the crash zones, and attempting to contact my mother, who was eight hours north. When I did reach her, I was told that many capital cities had been attacked with the zeppelins, including DC, London, and Berlin. It was North Korea. Turns out their nuclear program was just a cover -- they knew they couldn't create nukes -- and their real mission was to create undetectable zeppelins with incendiary bombs as their payload.

How they made them undetectable I have no idea, but I woke up shortly thereafter.