What is it good for?
The last seven days gifted us a whirlwind tour of military conflict- in all its forms.
Washington and Jefferson congregated to prepare for the American Civil War. Harry Potter flash-backed to 1939. Dale Earnhardt declared WW3. We visited Gaza, Vietnam, and Ukraine in our sleep.
A handful of times Zombies and Aliens appeared as our enemies. But mostly, our war dreams this week lacked sci-fi thrills.
They were distinctly and disturbingly, ordinary.
Soldiers invaded our childhood homes. Our neighbours were shot in the street. We hid, and ran, and cried.
I had a dream about war. The whole city was ambushed and everyone I knew and loved died. My boyfriend was no longer breathing. There were only 3 of us left who survived. I was so stricken in mourning and sadness that me and my mother physically fought. I won, gaining power over her and stabbed her to death.
She was already in a weakened state due to her illness, so it wasn’t much of a fight. I left the room, stumbling down the hallway. I was hyperventilating, sobbing, and I collapsed on the floor in a ball.
