Alright, this is going to sound like the most phony/self-centered anecdote ever. But I feel like I need to get this out. I'm not Turkish, have never been there, nor do I have any clue about any of the sociopolitical issues. Anyways, that's my short warning of my story.

So last night I had a dream that I was in a downtown area eating lunch with my family and some imaginary girlfriend. The architecture and weather gave me the feeling I was in either France or Italy but since I have never been to Europe I figured it was just some undiscovered borough in NY. Mind you, throughout this scene I couldn't speak with anyone for some reason - waiters, staff, whoever; I always deferred to my family talking (whom weren't actually my real family, but I understood they were in this context).

Fast forward a bit, somehow we ended up splitting up for some reason and I remember having this random strange fear that something awful was going to happen. I kinda knew this dream was a little too "just-above-average."

I wanted to find my [imaginary] girlfriend and parents, but I knew it was too late. I ended up in an empty lot behind a still brightly-lit, large workshop. Suddenly I saw and heard massive military cargo planes (kinda looking like these except darker.

Not too long after, I heard an explosion which sounded large but on the other side of the city, followed up by shrieking (adrenaline pumping heavy at this point). I remember being sure the planes were national and at first, despite some suspicion, I thought they were actually there to protect us.

Next the biggest cargo plane I've ever seen starts flying above me, and drops a bomb right on the other side of the workshop. The flames and shrieking as the contour to the smoke-filled sky. Then I wake up.

I've never had a dream like that in my life, I haven't watched any war movies since Forrest Gump 3 years ago. I played like 6 total hours worth of BF4 about a month ago and haven't touched war games otherwise in a decade. So naturally, I woke up from that nightmare in a daze and it was about 6 am (I sleep til 11 usually).

I can't remember having a dream that felt so real, and I couldn't even figure out why I would have it. After seeing all this news I looked up what the cities in Turkey look like, and this picture brought me right back to that dream (no idea where it is). And the term "coup d'état" is exactly what it felt like I witnessed in my dream. It didn't look like a foreign invasion (I just knew it wasn't) instead a military takeover.

Now I'm here, and although I have never given a thought to "psychic powers" and anything mystical to that extent, I truly feel like I lived through a premonition of the Turkish coup, which had nothing directly to do with myself. I'm not gonna run around claiming I'm Abraham or something. I don't expect anyone to assume what I wrote is accurate. But I really felt like I needed to say something here - it felt too real.