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Friday, May 12, 2006

Dreaming of Iraq

I'm now having dreams about Iraq.

My brother and I were ordered to Iraq for some undisclosed covert mission. We had to take our own arms. One can only wonder what happened to all the regular soldiers and their weapons that we had to go.

So, I took the only gun I could get my hands on: A really old Benjamin Franklin air rifle and a half empty box of lead pellets.

Enter the visual part of the dream. Running across the desert. The sand was so fine and so deep, that with each step, I was in it up to my knees. There must have been a recent sand storm. It was quite exhausting running on this sand. But, I knew if I didn't keep moving, I'd be stuck.

Bumps in the sand. Drop down and start digging with my hands. The body of an American soldier. And another, and another. Gruesome.

I look around. Where is my brother? Ah, there he is on the other side of a four foot fluffy white snow bank. In green grass. On a hill. And beyond that, Lake Springfield.

I wake up. What does it mean?

Posted by Marie at May 12, 2006 11:04 PM


I had some similar dreams shortly after we went to war. I dreamt I was lost in the remains of a war-torn village, and I knew that there were people all over the place looking for me. I literally had nowhere to hide, so I just kept running and running. Everyone was the enemy. I was surrounded. I remember feeling very claustrophobic.

Posted by: John at May 15, 2006 2:23 PM

Marie -- wow. Thanks for posting this.

Posted by: Dan at May 17, 2006 1:32 PM