clocks like ticking bombs

my more violent dreams are always so very violent. last night, i was holed up in some giant villa in the Far East with an enemy i could never really see. the place was entirely booby-trapped. there were explosives hidden in closets and behind closed doors, most of which i managed to track down with just enough time to launch far down the corridor before the big blow back. you know, the way superheroes always find a way to explode dangerous atomic weapons in space - away from the throngs of slack-jawed mortals. my unidentified partner was not so lucky and halfway through the dream, i was on my own. i made my way into one room and found a bunch of young children holding beehive grenades in both hands. they looked strangely elegant in the pose, backing up slowly and without words as my mind raced for a solution.