some story of me being an secret agent, that could would be re-created everytime since the 30s for missions.
On my way home the sky was heavily clouded. the clouds looked like pumpkins, in perfect geometrical shape. Like one of kainis mandelbulbs. They were orange with green dots in the middle, and came in a lot of different sizes.
I tried to show it to people on the bus, but they faded in an instand. The sky was still orange, though.
The city was hit by an earthquake (before the dream), I saw a collapsed bridge, that was coloured like a piano roll.