Life 16

I see seven or eight fighter jets in the sky. They are too close to each other. They collide and incendiaries are sprayed out over rows and rows of residences - several schools among them. Cries of children can be heard. Two mothers are seen each carrying a severely burnt child in their arms looking for medical aid. I cry out....my daughter is in school which also got ravaged by the falling jets. But then I realize with relief that I did not send her to school. She is sleeping beside me right this minute and I hug her tightly.

If I dig into my subconscious, the vivid dream(I dreamt after quite a few days) was an amalgamation of the pictures from Raghu Rai's documentary of the Bhopal gas tragedy(yesterday was an anniversary) and my fiance's tryst with skydiving yesterday morning unbeknownst to me.