Dream or no dream, it just don't matter. Me walking in the fields. Time, unknown. No sunshine; no shades. No thunder; no rain. But water in the streams rapidly rising and flooding the fields. Turn around to examine other places. Fields are all covered with flood water rapidly approaching. Seems earth's throwing up all its belly water. Sure I get pretty scary. See a white crag like Gibraltar before me; I run to climb it, but soon water comes on and engulfs it. Look up and see the entire mountains pouring like Niagara Falls. Seems 'tis the end of the world. Have no choice but to surrender. That's it. Mesmerized, just like the quiet victim to be soon beheaded by the Arab executioner in the marketplace.
Did I have a drink or a tranquilizer? Not at all. A minute later. Am I dreaming or simply watching satellite TVs? But I do see a podium before the White House. Men are arranging the folds of the American flags, stars and stripes. The reporters of the world keep the same podium picture on screen, but keep talking to another bald-headed local reporter. The first reporter shows the UK parliament; angry Cameron. A note read. Majority opposed attacking Syria. Some British, well-dressed or half-dressed, mostly unemployed females, sex-workers or not, hold up a sign reading 'Hands off Syria'; Cameron grinding his teeth says you're people's reps. That's it; I will comply with the will of the people. OK I will not repeat the same mistake of removing Saddam. 5000 Kurds and Islamists gassed don't matter. No problem. What's the difference with today and Saddam's time? Everyday 50-100 people killed and 200-500 mutilated. Chemical warfare was quicker and less painful. No, no, this will not happen again.
Still the podium for Obama is vacant. Fire, fire! Annual fire; August fire. No ground crews strike this year. Where? Portugal, Spain, California… Stupid economy or is it too hot? It is not arson! Looting? Baghdad, again and again synchronized blasts. Who did it? The guy who did it is now in the Garden of Eden. He is surrounded by nude females and boys. They give him a bath. No wound. No organ missing, particularly the much need one.
Thailand, Indonesia, Philippines, Burma, New Zealand earthquakes, Colombia. Finally Obama walks toward the podium. Bashar of Syria gassed his people, not a single Islamist! Like us gassing our meat cattle. Cold-blooded. We are not wasteful; we consume the gassed animals; he, as a Muslim Alawite, considers them not Halal. See the difference? I can order attack now. I have the authority. Well, the deadline passed. Crossing my very redline, but it don't matter. I can do it anytime. Surprise? Principles of war. Strike when Syria is unprepared. We do not need surprises anymore. UN inspectors in the field? Doing what? Sampling. I don't get it. They get killed, Al Baraka? Then what's the use of movie techniques of today? OK. I withhold attacking Syria. Satisfied? I wait for the Congressmen to return from their generously paid vacation. Do not disturb their peace. When the airlines high season is over, stupid economy; they come back; wild fires die down, their chattering about the bikinis and juicy stakes cease. Then we gently bring up the subject matter of air-raiding Syria. Lobbies? Hope the Russians come to their senses. Hope Vladimir puts more pressure on Belarus. No pork import; no chocolate from Ukraine. Vladimir is no longer a KGB. USSR's iceberg is not limited to Syria and associates. Belarus' Democracy Index is not labeled as "Not Free" by Freedom House Index of Economic Freedom. Wait and see
The commentator moves to India, world's largest democracy. At the edge of a forest. A school girl is catching some butterflies. Seven horny men sneak behind her. One holds her head and firmly puts his hand on her mouth. Two hold her arms. Another tears off her sari dress to expose her pant-free bottom. One firmly bends her right leg and another, her left leg to open her up. The sixth and the seventh men in turn rape the girl repeatedly until the earth is flooded with a rivulet of sticky white stuff. The girl is dead. They are IDied, arrested; justice served: sentenced to three years in jail to come back to society when they are fully 20, that is, 17 + 3. Hey, they're just kids. The white stuff is not a sign of adulthood; that stiff erection is simply a child's spasmodic erection.