Retelling of My Nagasaki Nightmare

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I had a nightmare today. Parts of it stem from my trip to Nagasaki. I was in my apartment on what was a humid Sunday afternoon (July 7th, 2013). I slept for much of the day. At some point I must have begun to experience rapid eye movement because I was dreaming. The following is a retelling of the dream I had. It was a scary dream so it is probably best described as a nightmare.

It was nighttime. I was driving a car. My coworker was in the passenger’s seat.  We were having some sort of conversation, but I became irritated with the topic of our discussion. And perhaps it was a sense of paranoia that came over me, but I wanted to get out of the car. My coworker tried to convince me to remain in the car. It was at this point that I saw a fighter jet in the sky. It was preparing to drop bombs in our vicinity. I became so paranoid that I began to think that I was the target of the bombs. I saw that the fighter jets were flying overheard and that they were identifying targets on the ground.

I wondered if it was better and safer if I were out of the car. I rationalized that being away from the car made me inconspicuous. I also thought the car was giving off some signal making it easier to locate from the sky. I remembered that my cellphone was in my pocket and I thought that my cellphone was also giving off a signal that the fighters in the jets were able to pick up. I thought that if I was the target of the attack that I would need to send messages to my family via my cellphone before I was killed. I frantically wrestled with my phone to send my mom, dad and whomever else I could send a message to before the bombs were dropped.

Since I had been driving through a neighborhood when I stopped the car, I got out and ran to a home. I climbed the walls and tried to hide. The aircraft flew over the scene. Like a video game, I could see the trajectory of the bombs outlined in front of me. I knew that my car was within the range of the bomb’s destruction. I could tell the house would not be destroyed. I entered the house through an unlocked window and the residents awoke. I didn’t want to be shot so I ran out of the house only to be confronted by my coworker. Feeling unsafe, I ran away from my coworker. Sensing that my demise was imminent, I ran toward what happened to be the family who lived in the house. By this time, they were outside the house. They had children. I ran toward the children, crotched down and grabbed them. I was a coward because I thought that if I would die that it would be better if others died with me. There were three children that I grabbed and held next to me. We waited for what I thought would be a nuclear bomb attack. I expected the intense heat to vaporize us instantly. Fearful, I waited.

It was at that point that I heard sounds coming from outside my apartment. I was brought back into the reality that I was not going to be killed and that there weren’t any military fighter jets flying above my head. Sweating slightly, I felt relieved.

This nightmare actually includes many real experiences from my life. The interpretation of the dream is unknown however. First, I was usually the designated driver when my coworker and I headed downtown for happy hour.  Second, fighter jets flew over the university where I work every weekday. Third, I visited Nagasaki on my trip to Japan two weeks prior. The reference to bombs dropping would more than likely stem from that trip. Fourth, I use my cellphone to remain in contact with my family.

All in all, I am happy this nightmare is over.

Unbeknownst to me at the time, after visiting Nagasaki in 2013, I would visit Hiroshima in 2015. I traveled to Japan three times in 2013. I also traveled to Japan five times in 2015.  Furthermore, I was completely unaware that the Manhattan Project that created the nuclear bombs dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima was headed by the Army Corps of Engineers and scientist J. Robert Oppenheimer. Lastly, it was at one of several locations where the bomb was developed that had those familiar numbers linked to it. 109 East Palace was one of the addresses where the bomb was developed.

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  1. Kathleen says:

    Wow! Good thing that you are safe son.

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