I just had like the weirdest dream last night. But because there is no way for you to know if I really dreamt it, I could have just made it up and you won't know. And my brain probably made some stuff up so that everything appears to make sense.

In the world that I was in, I was just a normal working class guy who only reads news when everyone starts talking about something. In that world, world war 2 didn't happen. Capitalism and communist coexisted in different countries peacefully, and both systems were successful in their own ways. No nukes were ever launched, and there was widespread use of nuclear power everywhere. (This was the context, not the things that I had witnessed, but the things I assume to be true and obvious all these while.) One day, a dirty bomb was set off in some country. It shouldn't have be a very big issue, but it was realised that there was a lot of radioactive waste that went missing. (I read these on the news) So far nothing exciting happened to me. I read about all those things on the news.

It gets really weird here. Somehow, around this time, my friend realised that she can create a portal that allows you to teleport people somewhere else, but she can't teleport herself. With some practice, she could teleport more and more people, and she published videos of herself doing this onto the web. As she got more internet fame, she received a letter from the military (I'm not sure if singapore, or any of the countries as we now know existed in that world, but it was the local armed forces.) that invited her to some ulu place, but told her not to post this on the net. Excited that she has a chance to serve the country, she promptly went, but I went with her because it's such an ulu place.

(Can't remember how we got there.) Escorted by uniformed personnel, we entered this room deep in the building that seems really well secured. An important looking guy (I couldn't recognise ranks, because I had never served in the armed forces before), along with a few other less-important-looking guys came in, and seemed really interested in her ability. He asked her to demonstrate her ability, and which she cheerfully did so, teleporting the less-important-looking guys around the room.

After a few demonstrations, she got really tired. At this point, the important-looking-guy admitted that they had already known that people with her abilities exist, but they had always managed to control them before they managed to publicise this. Nobody in the world is supposed to know that such abilities exist, and they had always been planning to use these people to assist the special forces in infiltration ops. They also had intelligence that the agency responsible for the dirty bomb is actually a well organised terrorist group, and they have assessed that they are capable of crippling nations if they have the ability to teleport people. As the terrorists know where the organised armies are, but not the other way round, the existence of the teleportation ability is a far greater advantage for the terrorists than for the armed forces. As such, the armed forces is trying to round up all the people with this ability, and kill them to prevent the terrorists from having the chance to make use of them. So, in the room well secured by military personnel, my friend and I braced for imminent doom.

And I woke up, feeling very confused.