The first dream I’ve had (that I recall) in which a Member was featured.
A maniac (unnamed in the dream) was planning to blow up a large stadium (possibly the Roman Collosium) in which a Christian choir was performing. The maniac had a son named Blowero, who was autistic. At least the maniac thought so. Blowero did not actually appear in the dream. But the maniac clearly loved his sin Blowero, and was devastated by his disability.
The maniac thought blowing up the choir would cure Blowero. In fact, he believed that the choir would spontaneously explode, powered by the force of his rage. But “just in case”, he’d planted a truck bomb.
I was some kind of detective trying to figure out what was going on. But I was pretty lousy – I was like some kind of JG Ballard character, a powerless observer. The dream ended before the concert ended. There was no explosion, nor any kind of resolution to the dream.
I did not realize that my subconscious had hijacked a Member’s name til I came across a Blowero post a couple of days later.