It is a quasi-recurrent dream. I'm walking down first avenue on my way to a business meeting and this whining tornado zips by, picks me up and drops me somewhere. The tornado part is how it always starts, but the tornado always leaves me somewhere else. Last night it dropped me in a desert. I'm not sure where I am - but flares go off in the sky, and explosions are rocking the earth and I realize this must be Iraq.
As the glare of the rockets subside the desert stars poke through as they do in the desert night, and I find myself lying on my back watching them. I see a constellation that I've never seen before - it looks like this old guy with a white beard and a crown made out of stars. And this is where it gets weird - the bearded guy starts to sort of materialize into a real figure and floats down next to me leaving a cut-out where he had been in the sky.
Of course he approaches me and I have this feeling that I've seen him before, but can't quite place him. At first I think it is my uncle Hy - but then he begins to speak:
"How art thou," he asks. His voice is sonorous.
I can't remember the whole conversation because his voice booms around so much that my back teeth begin to rattle and feel like they're going to fall out. I put my hands over my ears but it doesn't help much.
What I remember is just this: "A hundred years of war is a like a grain of sand to me. If you believe in me, believe in this war as well."
His right arm makes a sweeping motion over the desert and the sand whips around and begins to form various shapes, finally becoming recognizable as first avenue again.
I wake up and I'm trying to figure out what it was all about but the thought that comes to mind doesn't seem related. If you want to find out who supports the war, find out how religious they are. There is a direct relationship. The more devote, on both sides, the more likely they will support the war. And the inverse should be true as well.