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I also woke up, even though I went to bed around 3 AM, when it started to get light outside.
Hmm, I had a dream that missiles were launched at us (our city or country, I don't know) by someone, and we launched missiles in response. I was at this base, which was located on a bridge over a river and looked more like something from a fantasy movie than reality. It was very tall and took up a good amount of space in width. Anyway, I was also there, helping to launch the retaliatory missiles. Two people went outside, like astronauts in space (spacesuits, harnesses, etc.), fixed something, and the missiles were able to launch (another person launched them). After that, everyone dispersed (some went outside, others went elsewhere). I was among those who went outside.
The missiles seemed to be heading directly for the base, so it wasn't very safe to be there, although it was unknown what these missiles were capable of (what if they send the whole city to hell?). So, I went outside and started walking forward, and someone said to me: "Hey, where are you going? The missiles are already flying." And the person pointed to the sky, which had already darkened (it was evening). I looked up, and there were lights in the sky, but were they enemy lights or ours? We had just launched our own missiles. I didn't bother to figure it out and accepted the offer to hide under the bridge, although it was clear that it wouldn't help. Strangely, I wasn't upset by the fact that we didn't have much time left. It was as if I had known from the beginning that we were doomed and had come to terms with it.