Battleground

Dream 3-4-14

An American civil war happens every year. My father is the general of the Union armies. He stays in bed most of the time and I report the goings on from the war.

At my house, my sister gives me a gun for my safety.

I walk out to my backyard where the current battle is happening. Several men including myself are tied to fighter jets. The planes take off. Straight up into the sky. Every plane is shot down except for mine. I parachute down to the front of my house.

I report to my father that we've taken Russia and Venezuela and next we're going to hit Iran. Dream ends.

I wake up.