Dream

Sleeping outside at night with a group of people, I awoke to find my throat partway slit and festering, as if by the hands of aliens. Yet what had really happened was a massive guerilla movement across the USA, and a stray bullet had grazed my neck while I was sleeping.

In the daylight, we could see the guerillas moving north in buses along Aurora Avenue. Some guerillas were civilians, some were uniformed military men who had gotten fed up with the military. The two types were in seperate buses, but all held weapons, pointed out the window toward us... not with the intent to shoot, but rather, to announce that they were taking control of the place.

I felt the delicious thrill of adventure and a smug pleasure at knowing this GREAT government was being overthrown in 48 states, simaltaneously.