It was a bright sunny day. I was standing a field in the US but not sure where. I heard the sound of a prop plane and looked up in the sky. The sky was filled with dark bombers. (I thought Russian) Suddenly they started releasing their cache of bombs. They started falling from the sky in streams, there were so many. At least three landed near me but none exploded. They had a ticking sound inside and were about to blow. I was very scared for my life and ran as fast as I could for the Canadian border. I crossed back and immediately felt relieved. I then started to sing a song that I knew but somehow changed the words to “In August it will be all right instead of "come monday it will be alright".