Helicopter Bubble Attack

Dreams Unfolding

A man is yelling that I need to fly a helicopter for him.  We climb in and take off.  He has me fly low down in a city street, then points out a building he wants me to swoop up upon, over the roof.  We surprise and terrify the guests gathered there with the Clinton’s as he launches his weapon.

Then in a science museum and the room is full of bubbles of all sizes.  The man is showing me how his weapon works, explaining that the room is the interior of the soul, and the bullets deliver a new lightness of being, buoyed by these bubbles… I try to mask my skepticism. 

my response:

The previous dream we were under attack, so here things swing back the opposite direction.  We attack is clearly focused on those gathered around the Clinton’s, here seen as the elite who can party on roof tops in the city during these trying times.  In the museum it is pointed out that the goal is not to kill, but to change them.  The weapons more like medicine to provide corrective measures into their souls.  My skepticism is because I’m watching the bubbles pop.  I’m not sure how they will be maintained.