I dreamed that we had just gone to war. I woke up at about 6 PM and I'm looking at the beauty of fluffy clouds in the sky with seagulls flying by. Looking out at the water.
I have to soak in all the beauty that I can because it's fixing to get ugly. People don't understand, they think we can win. This isn't a game, nobody wins. Sons and daughters are lost. Children loose their parents and lovers may never get to make love again.
I know people won't listen, justice must be done, we must have our revenge, it may be hard, but it must be done. I have to try to make them realize, they have to stop, or everything will crash. I have to tell them, I have to write this down, I have to try to make them understand.
Then I think, maybe we're not at war yet. Maybe that was just the dream, I need to check the news, but whether we are at war or not, I need to write this down.
I wake up at 6 PM and I'm wide awake but need to get back to sleep. I work nights and only got five hours of sleep, but I keep thinking about what I have to write down I and can't sleep.
My wife comes into the room and says: "dear, you need to get up, you'll be late for work, it's 8:20." I'm thinking, I was asleep.
But ya, war is a terrible thing, we must stop it, we must not let it be, I wish I could make everybody see. War does not have to be a possibility.