War plagued my dreams last night. I dreamed that I was in World War II, fighting alongside the DH in some sort of village. Except, he was off giving commands and I was just running amuck. I took refuge in a building and looked over to see two German soldiers coming to get me, except then I did something (don't ask me what) and they died. One of them dropped a pistol, so I picked it up and took all the bullets out of it. Then, I decided I needed to give it to the DH because it was Russian and he'd like it (?). So, by this time, the battle was winding down and I found the DH in a gymnasium, organizing the wounded. He took the pistol from me, looked at it, and said "There's still a bullet in the chamber" and popped it out. And then, he said, "Thank you". That was the dream.

I often have war dreams. I don't like them. This one was pretty mild compared to some of the stuff I dream of, but still, I'm feeling pretty ragged this morning.

So, that means.....memes! I haven't posted a meme in what seems ages, but now, I shall post two and I will stick them below a cut...( Read more... )