I dreamt I was at a dinner, in a restaurant in one of the world's tallest buildings. The restaurant was situated high over the rest of the city, with glass windows all around. It truly was a beautiful sight. The restaurant/room falls silent as this unknown person (no face/no body/no voice) gives a speech. Suddenly a phone rings, and everyone is looking around searching for this phone. Someone proposes to me to an heirloom ring. Someone I'm not interested in. For some reason, my gut was telling me I like his relative(?) a brother perhaps. I'm on the phone while the unknown person is giving his speech. The person on the other line (no gender) is talking about how they didn't think it was right to fall in love during these times (hard/harsh?), then they mention something about the bombings as of late. Imprints of a dress, multi-strand of silver pearl necklaces, #31, #17 #18. Bomb.