This was a weird one, I have a friend in rl who teaches French at a uni in central Africa, she wanted to me go there to teach English at a new private school near it, while intrigued, its just a bit too much out of my comfort zone at 46 now. Anyways, we spoke yesterday and then when I went to sleep I had the strangest dream. I was there teaching a huge class of kids when gunfire erupted outside, suddenly armed men in uniform were huddling me and the children into another part of the building for protection, the shots got closer, people were yelling in a variety of languages, then the soldier there with us went down when a ricocheted bullet got him, I picked up his rifle and was debating what to do, the desire to fight was strong, its amazing, in a dream you can return to your previous state of being, but I was torn as to how I could best be of service and whether or not it would even help if I did do something, perhaps my mere presence there as a white Westerner would save the children from the worst harm should whatever happening outside go badly, obviously, if I myself became a combatant, all that would disappear or what if I got shot too? I had no idea how many were out there and have not been in a combat environment in many a decade. This and so much, so much else went through my sleeping mind as I cradled the rifle and the children tended to the wounded man. I looked towards the door, debating what to do when someone came through, doing my best to remember the small amount of French I know, then I woke up...