DATE: December 11, 2025

I was around at some event. I don't remember exactly how I got to this scenario. I was in a muddy, somwhat dark, somewhat light environment. I was able to hide around hills but the enemy was obscured by dust. I was working as a counter-terrorist against the US military for some group that leftists generally supported. I can't remember if it was specifically Palestine, I was the only person on this team the dream focused on. We all kept getting shot at. There were only a few grenades, and they were pretty easy to take cover from. After running around enough, I found a machine gun that I was able to use. It had a lot of ammo. I tried firing in the place where the bullets coming at us were coming from. I just ended up using ammo for nothing. Someone on my side gave me a look indicating I should be more conservative with my bullets. This went on for a little while until the US started to really seige where we were. The American people just kept on coming. I ran up on a tall hill and tried to get people from a higher point, but I got too scared and I couldn't tell who was on my side or not. It just ended up being a lot of people in various t-shirts. I tried to read them to see if I could get a glace at their political standing, but it was fruitless.

A couple Americans came to me and started talking to me. I immediately jumped up and started aiming my gun at them, but they insisted that they were peaceful. I never shot any of them because I was too scared. They told me that it was all over, or something like that. Not that the war was over, but the battle at least. There was a bar behind where we were. I ended up dropping my weapon, which seemed much smaller now, and we entered. We sat on this little bench spot that was made of long wooden blocks wrapped around in a sort-of squared-circle to talk for a second. The man who approached me was this old, but not elderly, American man who I could tell wouldn't agree with me on most things but he was a friendly person and wanted to help calm me town. I tried to make the most of the situation and sat with him and his friends, who were much younger than him but they were about 10 years older than me. We moved over to a table. He got him and some others a drink and I asked for a beer. I got my beer with this Franz Ferdinand CD, something about it corresponded with a beer but the bartender also put it on the jukebox. They all talked and I just kinda sat there quiet. I had nothing in common with these people. I mentioned a little bit in conversation but I didn't wan't to be too awkward with the way I was chiming in. The bartender came back to check on us and she was going to return my CD but I was planning on getting another beer. Just before she sent off for that, I told her to stop, and I stood up and looked around to see if my cousin was there. I couldn't remember if he drove me to this place and was also here, but if he did, I needed to ask him if I was the designated driver or not (I planned on being there some for the beer to wear off if I was). I couldn't find him on this floor. I figured I should check the downstairs floor. The bartender was kinda confused because I hadn't yet asked for my CD back yet, which really wasn't mine, it was my roommate's. She mentioned something about her favorite tracks, one was track 14, in the jewel case the track titles were embossed in the grey plastic behind where the CD would sit.

I went down the spiral staircase in the corner of this bar to see if my cousin was on the downstairs floor, and I was met with a very interesting room. It was white and sort of ornate and accented with purples and tall. The lights weren't super bright, so it wasn't a pristine place. It was like a children's princess castle but able to be taken more seriously. I looked around for my cousin but I ended up seeing my friends from home all join a table. I immediatly ditched all previous goals and sat there with them and joined in. We were all so happy to see each other again.