Last night I had the weirdest dream.

Four missiles flew by the apartment block in a cartoon-like animation, then flew off and blew up the Scurfield industrial Park. Portage and Main got hit too by a similar volley. My old place of work was a large glass pyramid like you'd find at the Louvre.

 

Extremists of some sort took credit for it. I remember thinking "Oh no, they're going to take my cats."

 

I was very glad to wake up from that dream, let me tell you.