12/13 August, the end whisp of a dream

It had been a long dream

I groggily lay there writing this in my notebook when I woke early

even now as I type it up

I am aware of how logical it all felt

a lot had happened

but i don't recall any of it now

even as I noted it

I was aware I couldn't really grasp it beyond the immediate last few moments

those hours of dream-mists had already blow off by consciousness:

Some one else comes down to the vault

marble stairs

marble vault

daylight embellishment???

he was someone from earlier in the dream

possibly in narrative terms the antagonist?

we talk

the essence is we're saying

"here help us get this out of here"

and

he is going

"No"

was he official?

army ?

medals strip on official uniform??

or not?

guy in coat???

somehow - man with power??

official??

I think

He is saying 'no' in the way - 'this is too useful for us here'

'it has potential'

it is powerful - hence keeping it here in Moscow

is useful for the Russian future

unconcerned about the danger to the people here...

I turn to him

"1oo rads, 2oo rads, 300 rads," - I keep counting

100 / second

'this is how much you're taking every moment'

we turn the corner of the stairs

"500, 550, 600, 650,"

my count changes

the stone between us will be absorbing the radiation

"this is how much radiation you taking"

"you give me that stuff, terrorism and a way to weaponize it

and I can make Moscow uninhabitable for a million years"*

(daylight entanglement

it wasn't quite said this way)

A blank look of uncomprehending terror

'That's not a thousand -

A Million.

so long your puny brain cannot comprehend it"

I pound the guy in the chest as I say this

(do I ?

or was that a daylight embellishment?)

I WAKE.

previously

I think

there was a race across Moscow ?

(the whole dream was set in russia

I think...

certain most of it was)

other people

demonstrators

were trying to stop us

we get to

the bank????

not sure

somewhere

where we are headed

large Marble glorious hall

large entrance way windows?

sunlight streaming in everywhere

central

a marble set of steps

going down into the ground

going down these

they turn a corner into

a subterranian hallway

the vault

where everything else

(here recorded)

then happens

down to the vault

it all felt like a thriller

some film

something

very undreamlike

...

* = what i mean here

is if he keeps it here in Moscow

given two other things this is a likely outcome

not that 'I' would do this

but 'I' can foresee this as what will happen