I was visiting Cape Canaveral for the first launch of a new manned Gemini mission, as the guest of a friend who worked for NASA. There was a failure seconds after liftoff, with an abrupt drop in rocket thrust, and the spacecraft crashed into the launch facility. While the resulting fires were being extinguished and emergency crews were searching the debris, my friend and I were trying to find our way out of the complex.
I was carrying a chicken, which kept pecking and scratching me.
My friend’s daughter was with us. She had some sort of supernatural powers, which apparently were due to her long hair, and she was causing a great deal of mischief. Someone tricked her into doing something that set her hair ablaze, burning her but putting an end to her shenanigans.
My friend was very depressed because the astronauts that died in the accident had been very close to him, and within a few hours committed suicide.