A dream ~

I am on an island somewhere ~ I don't know where. I am there as a part of the military but we think the fighting is over. I am standing in line at a food stand in civvies when the planes start flying over ~ I can't see anything painted on them, I can't only tell that they are the type from WWII. They are everywhere and they start shooting at us on the ground. One shot landed not a foot away, at the base of a wall, as I run.

Somehow I escape and end up in the water, with no land in sight. There are a few trees here, up to their upper branches in water. I start swimming in the direction that I think land is in when a lone plane (the same as before) approaches. I struggle to make it back to my tree.

I finally make it back home and I go to stay with my mom. I cannot quit crying ~ I feel so sad. I have seen so much death and destruction while I was away, I don't think that I can ever stop. I have my computer set up in the kitchen ~ I will try to write what I feel in my journal. I can't. There are no words for the pain I feel. I just cry and wonder if this is what it means to be shellshocked.

Later, I go to have dinner with my dad and grandmother. I take Kitt with me. After dinner, I go outside and see that someone has dropped several English coins on the porch. I grab several different ones and put them in my pocket as I smile. They make me think of my tour in England during the war.

Suddenly, everyone begins moving stuff to the utility room behind the house as if they are preparing for something. Word is, that the fighting is about to come back to me. The planes are on their way. I go to help move foodstuffs ~ and Kitt ~ into the utility room. I ask my dad where I should put Kitt for the time being and he says to just let him go because I don't want him trapped in the building during the fighting. I briefly wonder why we'd want to be trapped in the building as I put Kitt down on the ground and I worry that I'll never see him again. He makes good use of his freedom and runs outside. I start helping to clean the weapons ~ it is an automatic thing, something I did before every battle. I don't know (in waking life) what weapon it was ~ only that it was huge. As I clean, I begin talking about my experiences abroad and how I've been to the 'mountains of England' and Tibet. I've been to places I've always wanted to see but for a terrible reason.

Night falls and a few of us gather at the window. There are five planes approaching from the east but they are so high in the sky, they look like moving stars. As we watch, we can see our forces mobilize ~ hundreds upon hundreds more moving stars heading the opposite way.