Dreaming...

Protecting children and a beautiful woman, from rebels attacking the camp.
After an intense battle our numbers diminished from 40 to 4. Gunning down the attackers, victory was achieved. Arriving in town, watching traffic police, checking alcohol levels on drivers in front of the "tumulus." Jumping happily with the family, by the lake. Tourists in two boats floating by. Mother telling father, that the fast growing corn made it this season and is ready to be harvested for the military. Checking corn starch at the bottom of a container....
Waking up, 2:30pm... WoW