911 Deja Vu?

I saw it happen with my very own eyes. From afar, an explosive ray of light emitted from the Rogers Centre. The Rogers Centre. It wasn’t a dome, no. It wasn’t the old Skydome. It was just like any other rectangular shaped sky scraper. Seconds later, a smaller rectangle shot up from the top of the Rogers Centre like an elevator ascending. It was like the Rogers Centre’s most important sector, always prepared to eject from the building. It seemed as though they had expected this coming and had been prepared to launch off, except, as soon as the main sector shot up so that it was hovering over the rest of the building, it came crashing back down. It was odd. You would think that since there was already a perfect space dug out for the main sector to come back down into, it wouldn’t be a problem. Except it was. For some odd reason, the main sector came crashing down as if there was something that took up its place the moment it left. There was a great explosion, fire was everywhere, and they shot out from all around the building. I ran as quickly as I could, away from where the flames were shooting out at. Amidst the panic, I remembered my family. My dad worked downtown, he was a lot closer to the Rogers Centre than I was, uptown. If the flames were just barely reaching me here, then how much stronger would they be where he worked? I quickly sent out a text to my father, saying, “I’m alive. Are you?”. As I kept running towards the park, I remembered that I should probably let my mom and sister know that I was safe too, since I had left the school before any teachers could account for my presence. I wouldn’t want them to call home telling them that I was missing or got caught in the fire. I forwarded them the same text. Two seconds later, my dad called me. He told me that he was safe and had managed to escape the flames. My sister texted me back, telling me that she had been downtown too, but she was also alive and with her friends. My mom wasn’t home as I thought she would have been. I thought she was the one person that would be safe for sure, but no. She was downtown having lunch with a friend at that time. She didn’t know how to reply to texts. Then I woke up.

Or not. I don’t remember anything else that happened. I think my mom was alive though, so yeah. Weird dream. It was either while I was still dreaming, or after I woke up and thought about it that I feared that the next attack would be the CN Tower... I'm scared to sleep now.