Captured by dangerous men, I knew I did not want to die. As they tied my hands behind me, all I could think of was my family, my friends and the mission I had undertaken.
They left the room and were yelling loudly.
“Kill him. Get it over”. Continue reading The Mission? Love!
In my dream last night I was called to inspect military systems of deployment of weaponry. Most specifically these systems dealt with observation, reconnaissance and utilization of weapons. The systems were run by folks who were settled away in underground bunkers. Continue reading The Consequences Are Real
