All Death and Violence

I had four dreams over two nights that were crazy.  Two nights ago, my first dream was an end of the world scenario where the world was being covered with ash.  I was at St. Paul's in the basement, and the ash was covering the windows as it fell.  The leader of the federal conservative party was there for some reason, and so was his son.  He was lamenting the squandering of time he could have spent with his son.

Then, my dog knocked down the baby gate downstairs with a crash, waking me.  The second dream was me being hunted by a predator alien. I knew how he would guess my route, and so I went a way that was counter intuitive.  He didn't find me and I never saw him.

Last night, I had two dreams.  Both were war.  In the first, I was in Vietnam.  I was holding my M16 A1 and in an ambush situation.  I saw somebody hiding, but couldn't identify them as VK.  I did the morally correct thing, putting my life in jeopardy, and didn't shoot blindly into a tent to kill a person I couldn't positively ID.  Second dream, I was in the Roman army.  I was in the House of Brutii and was on the battle field.  I was stabbing enemy soldiers with my gladius, killing them, through the breastplate when I could, over it and down through the shoulder when I had to.  Then I heard an enemy soldier ask me how many Roman soldiers were in a unit.  I looked around, and I was surrounded without another Roman in sight.  I retreated, but had a cliff at my back.  I could see a legion below the cliff.  I ran along the cliff to keep from being flanked and cut off in my one man retreat.  Then, I awoke to the first rays of the morning sun in my bedroom window.