Okay, that dream was just disturbing.
There was this huge explosion at a nearby farm, and, for some reason, my dog was over there. We rushed to go get her. We drive around the emergency crew, around an old steam engine that’s decorating the farmyard, around some water mains that broke in the explosion, and finally to where the dog is and, what do we see? She’s just sleeping. I bundle her in the car (I’m holding teddy tails the entire time) and we look around the place.
It’s a farm from a previous dream. The leatherworks/blacksmith’s shop from that old dream had gone kablooie, the barn was now some hacker central, and the railway that passed in front had blown up as well.
Wha-booooooom!