A few weeks ago I had a dream. One of a series of dreams with catastrophes or calamities of some sort, but no fear associated with them. I only remember this one.
There was a massive, huge, explosion. Something like a nuclear blast, but bigger than anything I've seen in pictures or documentaries. And silent. Red and yellow with occasional lightning. Towering far into the early evening sky. It was somewhere in downtown Tehran, around Toopkhaneh perhaps.
The ground, the road, walls, were slowly breaking up, exposing the earth, like sloppy slices of chocolate cake. Elecric bolts shot out near and parallel to the ground.
People were trying to stay on top of things, avoiding gaps and cracks. Keeping their balance.
There were no dead bodies. No injuries I can remember. No screams. No looks of horror. Just a calm catastrophe.