Talk

Dream World

"Clear", a voice sounded. "Clear" echoed a voice from another room. The soldier returned back to the main room. A lamp hung from the ceiling swung, casting eeiry shadows on the walls. The soldier's voice was strong and quiet. A tense but in control aura emanated from the soldiers gathered in the room. Their mission was to destroy Iraq's essential infrastructure before the rest of the United States Military showed up to the party. However, something hadn't gone right. This wasn't an easy mission. It sacrificed the safety of its members in return for the advantage of surprise.

Now, what was I doing here? I couldn't fathom how I was an advantage to this effort in any sense of the word. But here I was. The house was being surrounded by Iraqi regulars. Our surprise had evaporated with the loud noise of the Apache helicopter as it dropped off the team. Now what was going to happen? The urgency and caution in the Arabic being spoken outside needed no translation. On cue, a bead of sweat rolled down the commander's neck. Surprise was a given assumption. But the surprise was on our part.

I moved the blanket to be greeted by the rush of cool morning air in my lungs. I blinked a few times to chase away the remnants of this weird and unpredictable dream. As I rolled in bed, I wondered what could possibly have triggered a dream of this nature. As I looked at my night table I found the receipt from yesterday's regular fill up at the gas station. $1.65/gallon for premium unleaded! My subconscious was ready to lead the charge into Iraq to stop this outrage!