NOTE: I am not, nor do I claim to be, a seer, a prophet, a psychic or anything of the sort. This was just a nightmare. As dreams and nightmares go, they sometimes seem very non-sequitr and do not make complete sense, and this one is no exception. I tell you as I remember it, which may not be completely accurate.
Last night I had my worst nightmare ever. I was twenty-two years of age (i.e. two years from now and it quickly dawned on me that we, the US of A, were about to enter a major war. Why? I had just been drafted. I had never been more scared in my life. When I say the letter, my heart was racing faster than it had ever done before.
The letter started out something like, "You were chosen to serve our great nation because you are of the age between 21 - 25..."
I know the draft age is from 18 - 25, but I did see that last part. I am as confused as you are about that.
Somewhere along the way, I stopped at a very ornately decorated and big train station (I think) and for some reason I was with just with all my African-American female friends (I am a Filipino American male, FYI), and I am not sure if that has any significance. We were all messing with the person counter thingies there. A little time later, some guy asked us to stop.
We walked a little further and met up with my male friends. I am not sure what happened to the ladies at this point. As we were walking along, we eventually had to go around this barricade. To get around it though, we had to go down some stairs and back up them. There were some gaps I thought I could go through, but then figured they were too small (I am a pretty small person as it is.) Once we got to the bottom of the stairs, I slid over the barricade/railing. No one else bothered to do the same. Some guys, all in their 40's, 50's, and 60's, of a party behind us tried to do the same as I, but failed and they discussed that.
When we got back to the top of the stairs, a group of guys that were rather far behind us, all of them with multicolored, dyed hair (I especially remember the guy with neon green hair) all did what I did not bother to attempt, and went through the gaps at the top of the barricade. They started bragging to us about how much time they saved.
I then remember being in a bookstore with all my female friends (same group as before.) We were all walking around, and I kept on seeing this girl of about my age that looked like she had an angel costume on with short, stubby wings. She also had this white, sparkly stuff on her face. She kept walking around the store very fast with a very worried look on her face. It seemed as if I was the only one that saw her. I swear I knew her name, but I do not think I ever met her. Was it Angela? Amanda? I do not remember exactly anymore. I know it started with an 'A' though.
Eventually, I caught up with her. We embraced each other and cried. I touched her face and some of the white sparkly stuff fell off and some rubbed off onto my hands. She was a very beautiful girl. I told her about how scared I was, that I did not want to go and that some people are saying that it will be like Vietnam.
She said it will be worse, much worse. It will be a very bloody war that will last for twenty years and after that, people will not necessarily forget, but they will be very complacent about the entire thing. She told me that she does not want me to go either.
She then had to leave. As she left, I could see the tears in her eyes.
I was then in a van with my female friends (same as before.) I told them too about how scared I was. They told me their worries for me with nothing more than the worried looks in their eyes.
We got to the place that I was supposed to be at for boot camp. I said my goodbyes to the girls and they left. It was then that I realized that I did not bring anything. I could not even remember packing. I had only gotten the letter the night before.
I walked past some tennis courts to some building I was supposed to be in. I saw some of my friends there, including Tony C. They were all joking around (Tony included, which I did not expect.) I had to wonder why they could all take this so nonchalantly. It was then that I thought about claiming conscientious objections[?]. I asked around, but no one seemed to know anything about it.
I then remember being in a room and people were saying how we were going to get our enemies into that room and make them eat the food. The food had huge amounts of radiation in them. They started smashing city models of enemies cities. It all seemed pointless.
After that, I do not remember the rest that well. The rest was really all that important.