nightmare
May 10, 2005 / 10:26 a.m.
Dreams of war last night. Little asian men running up a hill at a distance, my machine gun tracing their steps and blowing them to shreds.
Woke up, scared, bathroom, went back to bed.
more war.
This time in a gothic indoor area, with mottled concrete chunks torn off everywhere, stories above stories, echoes, laughter, a setting sun through the distance, and awake.