The Saints Go Marching On

Dream 5-3-14

There's a storm coming.

War has erupted in Russia. Our troops flood the grounds to put out the fire. I find myself in an armored military vehicle. The soldiers and I exit the car. I stand with hundreds of American soldiers along a country road in Russia facing a field. On the other side of the area are hundreds of Russian troops. We can't see them, but we know they're there. 

The American troops start walking across the field in their battle stance. As they walk, a low manly murmur comes over the crowd. Hundreds of men singing, "The saints go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah. The saints go marching one by one hurrah, hurrah. And they all go marching down to the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom, boom. Boom, boom, boom, boom." 

A song that I haven't heard since the days of my youth. When I sang it, it was about ants, not saints. The men march on.

A few soldiers and I drive up the road a bit to manage the situation. The singing stops.

The soldiers on both sides begin to fire at each other. For several minutes there is nothing but the sound of gunfire and the smell of gunpowder. Smoke fills the air around the battleground. The shooting slowly drizzles down to a few pops here and a few bangs there until finally there is nothing.

Suddenly, as if it were the chorus of victory, a full metal choir, we hear it. Off in the distance, hundreds of voices singing, "The saints go marching one by one hurrah, hurrah. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Mother's Little Secret

Dream 5-3-14

I'm in a Christmas town. Cute, little shops align the street on either side. They are full of homemade crafts, candles, clothing etc.

One shop is owned and ran by a family. I am friends with them. The daughter runs the business and the mother owns it. 

One afternoon we spend time together. We sit around the shop talking and laughing among ourselves. At one point the mother tells us that she needs to run a few errands and that she'll be back in a couple of hours. She then leaves. I leave too.

I decide to follow her. I see her enter a strip club. I walk into the club as well. I come to find out that she is a stripper. New feelings arise in me that were never there before. I find myself desperately attracted to her. I sit in front of her as she moves her naked body in sinful ways. I give her money. She dances for me.

Later on, we both leave the club and head back to the family shop. Both of us know her secret. Neither of us tell. Dream ends.

I wake up.