they make themselves useful

dream: the detail is lost almost like being born. but I was in a house trying to relax in a basement apartment with sliding glass doors that faced out into the backyard. looking out I saw these little girls playing dressed up as military. then the real military dressed in black come in on helicopters and on foot wiping out the neighborhood. they killed the girls and the bombs started whizzing by close, and then hitting the house, several times taking out huge chunks. as I am starting to run for the new imaginary basement it’s too late and they’re coming in through the glass doors. at this point there is a strange hope like all they want to do is say something to me instead of kill me, like “you owe us taxes.” and that would still be a nightmare.

silence for the slain