So last night I went to visit my friend Megan. …In Iraq. It was a very weird light of day, like tornado weather. Megan was with a group of video journalists (probably about 20), although they didn’t have cameras because they were undercover and couldn’t let the armies know who they were. We were down in trenches and I thought maybe they had hidden their cameras in the bushes above the trenches, but their boss told me that they had to remember everything and repeat once they got back to the “Company”--reference to Heros.

We were slightly hidden in some jungles (??), but beyond the jungle was all of the fighting and you could hear blasts and gunshots. And there were people everywhere, but they were all being very quiet and sneaky so they wouldn’t get noticed if the Iraqis came to the jungle.

The boss/leader was showing me around. He was native and was very leery of me at first. I’m not sure why I was there or why I was visiting. The boss pointed over to the left and told me that those were the Inca Indians (all dressed in white). He told me that they were local and wouldn’t harm us. Seems like we got in a boat and went somewhere on the water….

Then, all of a sudden—we were in the lunch line. Everyone was telling me what you all did on any given day. In fact, I think I remember asking the question, "what do you do on any given day. " That was it after the lunch line—we didn’t even eat. It was very strange—but so vivid. It feels like I was there!!!


Then, I had a dream that my cats had rabies, went wild and were trying to kill me.