I really wish the dream about the bomb was just a dream.
I can remember a world where those words would have been fiction.
I remember when it would have been a scary image from someone's imagination, but now we live in a world where this is not a story.
It is not fiction. It is not just a bad dream that means something. Or nothing.
Now I live in a world where it is news every week.
Somewhere, someone - some gun- some bomb- then-
mayhem-and then people- dozens- sometimes- hundreds are hurt, maimed, disabled or killed.
Every week, sometimes more often.
I really wish the dream was just a dream.
I also wish that the range of a angry person's rage was two feet. Or less.