I have a six inch gun to destroy the man that can destroy Saddam. Several times I fire the gun, hitting the man I'm supposed to protect. The shell bounces off him and floats back down into my gun. The first time was an accident. Then I discovered that it wasn't working. I kept firing it at the man to see if the gun would work.

I went to the Secretary of Defense to explain to him the problem. He too was in an octagonal fort. His looked more like an information desk, he was standing behind the counter. As I approached, I knew that he wouldn't care and would do nothing. In my waking state, I felt that me shooting the gun and not hurting the man meant to me that Clinton won't use nuclear bombs in Iraq.

Went to the cafeteria for a break during the cold war with Iraq. The cafeteria is divided into light and dark halves. I can't tell what is going on in the dark part.

I am upset about the war and I'm crying. I go to the chapel to pray to God. I pass Marta at the door to the chapel. She is pregnant.

A black man with a loud speaker in the church takes over the proceeding.s Says we're here with all the white women that we've fucked. They are taking us hostage. They are angry. I think "I don't need this."

We are herded into buses. I am on a bus with a woman sitting on the right in front and a man sitting on the left in front. The driver is anonymous. I move to a chair that's in the middle of the isle just behind the driver. We re leaving the church. We pass black men with big long sticks that are link hoses pouring water. I think it was acid made by combining water and honey or some other common things. The bus stops. The man and I escape running across a grassy area in a corporate park. We run down a berm and come to a concrete wall thirty feet down. We climb down and find ourselves running in a dry field in ana academic park.

I think the other guy is a black guy, but my friend. We come to an arched doorway. He's on the ground. An enemy comes. I say "Let's kill these guys." The enemy reaches into his crotch, pulls out a pick or a long nail and stabs my friend in his back. I apologize to my friend and then beat up the enemy. I try to pound his back as if it would crack like something brittle. Then I grab his legs while standing on this back and pull on his neck. I'm trying to fold him in half so that he snaps.

Then I realize that I'm now stuck in an infinite loop. Since escaping the bus, I'm stuck in a never to-be-finished nightmare. Soon I will be back on the bus trying to escape.