Thinker : Dreams : Terror in my Midst
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We are frolicking in a grassy meadow. Military types come set up gun emplacements. I'm unhappy about this but accept that they are a necessary evil. They are enforcing borders. Across the stream bad types set up guns. There is a battle. We are protected by a large log. Their bullets pierce normal trees.

The battle is over. They win. Our military is dead. They come steal our ammo and guns. One runs amok in our area. I hesitate and then grab him and throw him to the ground. Using a cell phone, I call the operator to get the number to the police but I can't remember the number long enough to dail it. I can't get through. I keep my knee on his arms which are behind his back. Later I discover that he has disappeared from under me. All that is left is a magazine opened to a page about him.

First written Thu, Aug 7, 1997
Last published Wed, Jun 2, 1999