Where did this dream come from?

I hate when I have dreams that I have no idea where they come from.  Last night I didn’t watch any movie or series. I was busy on the computer sending things out, but not watching anything, just listening to music.

I went to bed early as I hadn’t slept well the night before.

I woke and still kinda remember my dream.

It was on the old farm. I had driven up and saw a tank, Hum-Vee and a command vehicle in the back by the white barn. I looked around. I don’t know if I was supposed to be meeting someone or I still lived here or what. I got out of my vehicle and could see that the top hatch of the tank, the commander’s ring, was up and open. I immediately knew that my son was in there.  I saw an officer standing in and out of the command vehicle. But no other soldiers around.  For some reason I knew it was just us; that the rest of the soldiers were elsewhere.

I looked over at the officer and asked if there was anything in the tank that my child could touch to make it fire, start up, etc. I got no response just a look from him.

I climbed on the tank and loudly said my offspring’s name. I got a “Yeah dad?”  Told him to come on out. When I saw him I reached in and pull him up and out and stood him on the back of the tank. I wasn’t really mad or anything as I probably would have done the same thing, given the situation, at any age.

Just then my ex-wife showed. But it was neither one of my current ex’s and no one that I know (and I also got the impression that the man I was , was either a younger me or not me, so it’s not like some weird premonition)  As my son and I climbed off the tank, she grabbed his arm and started walking towards a car.  A typical angry parent about her child doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.

Suddenly this officer is moving past me, un-holstering his pistol.  She lets go of the boy and starts to run for the house, her brown hair flowing behind her. A shot rings out and I run to where my ex has falling. For some reason I have the receiver of a portable phone. I try to stop the bleeding and dial 0 at the same time.  I can hear the phone ringing and I get some pre-recorded message. Finally I hear an operator and I tell her to send an ambulance, the Sheriff and Highway Patrol, as my ex-wife had been shot by the Army.  For some reason I got the feeling that this was the start of a nationwide coup.  I look down and my hands are covered in blood as is the phone. I sit there against the side of the house as I cradle her in my arms.

Wow. Talk about a lot going on. Again, no idea where this came from.