Forgive me. I am not a man of God. But I feel the need to vent. I often dream of a great battle. Violent, bloody and costly. And every time I do, I dream of myself giving my life to protect those I care about. I dream of dying in a blaze of glory, protecting those in need. Lately those dreams have invaded my waking thoughts. I daydream, in disturbing and specific detail how I would die and how my death would benefit others… And I don’t know what to do, since I am in no position to make those dreams a reality…
