The master of weird dreams

I am the master of weird dreams. Sorry for burdening you, but I wonder if they stop recurring when I write them down. Tonight's dream I just had and can't fall asleep now is me walking in the middle of a street surrounded by parked cars on both sides of the street. License plates look European. Trees have been planted on the sidewalks on both sides. A black iron fence is to the left and concrete buildings to the right. A cloud of smoke comes towards me taking up the whole street. Can't smell it so don't know what it is. I hear people screaming in the smoke and see people running away from the smoke. Next hear, boom, boom, boom, and more screaming as people lie on the ground and ducking near the cars. Next a burst of fire explodes upwards in the middle of the street almost reaching.the street lights. Silence. The smoke surrounds me so I can't see a thing. I hear a few scattered coughs and people mumbling to each other asking if they are alright. A child cries for mama. The smoke clears and men in black suits, white shirts, and black ties are in the middle of the street talking to each other. One says, There's nothing we can do, he's gone. I notice another man in a black suit, white shirt, and red tie lying on the street on his back. His face is wrinkled and has light colored hair, but can't tell who it is. I hear a woman shout in hysterics, the president is dead! and people nearby start to whimper in horror. People start to get up from around the cars in shock staring at the dead president in the middle of the street. Hope it is just a bad dream