I don’t dream as often as I used to….I mean to say I don’t remember my dreams like I used to.  But a few nights ago I woke up with the memories of a very vivid dream.  There are only a handful of dreams that I clearly remember.  All of them were weird and didn’t make much sense, as dreams often don’t.  This dream though, was a mystery not just in its meaning but also in it’s plot.  Yea, that right it had a plot.  A downright old fasion who dunnit.  The dream starts with me and my coworkers playing poker on the roof of the hospital.  In this case the hospital is a highrise with a magnificent view of the city skyline.   I believe it was late in the evening because the other skyscrapers seem to cast shadows on the glow of the city lights.  The lights were all twinkly then suddenly a flamming plane in the distance could be seen, then another.  We witnessed them falling out of the sky and crashing into adjacent buildings.  Being medical personel we obviously ran to those buildings  to try to help out.  We madly evacuated the buildings we thought had been crashed into, but when the chaos calmed we found that neither of the buildings had any damage and no one had any knowledge of a crashing plane.  More than that we were detained by security claiming that we were in fact terrorists causing public havoc.  Things get a little blurry now but we some how managed to scatter and I found my self running with a coworker across a bridge.  All the while I’m thinking who would want to frame us and for what reason?  And more interestingly how they were able to get us all to honestly believe there were people in danger?  Mass hypnosis?  Hologram?  Well thats about the time I woke up.  It’s still a mystery to this day.