I had a dream last night in which I had encountered a small child who was getting ready to be a suicide bomber. He knew what he was doing (what he’d been told to do), but he was too young to understand the permanence of death or any of the context, or have any idea that the adult authority figures (his parents, I think, but I wasn’t sure) who had told him to do this might not always be right. And I was trying to stop him by distracting him with candy, or pointing out that he wouldn’t be able to play with any of his favorite toys again, or sneaking the explosives out of his bag while he wasn’t looking. I don’t know why in the dream I couldn’t just grab him or call the cops (this was in public, and he didn’t have the bombs all hooked up yet), but in the dream I had to do this through persuasion or deception.
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