In the ER, next to an Iraq war veteran
I depart from my "normal" posts tonight, in that this post is not about a dream or an OBE. Instead, it is about spending this evening with a friend in the ER (she seems to be okay), and hearing a very sad story in the room next to us about a veteran of the current Iraq war (or the U.S. invasion/occupation of Iraq, whatever the politically correct term is).
Dream of an invasion
Dream about a commercial ... something called QuickStart ... three aces ... alchemy, engineer ... very confusing ...
A dream of a massive, hostile takeover of the U.S. ... I'm a student, like I was a couple of nights ago, driving to school. I'm on an island, the end of a land mass ... I can't remember how to get to school.
I come around the corner, and the sky is dark gray. There are a bunch of things in the sky ... I don't realize it at first, but it turns out to be a massive invasion.
