Cue “Ride of the Valkyries”
I woke up this morning with the last remnants of a dream still in my head: there was a war going on and I was standing in a field watching a battalion of helicopters rain napalm down on a nearby jungle. The trees were full of gorillas, who screamed with pain as the flaming deluge turned them into flailing torches.
When I woke up, my cheeks were wet with tears.
