the slow grass dream

I’m gotten fair amount of sleep I think, but my dreams were very disturbing. Something about a war…but I sleep in this building, and wear a uniform. Kind of like work. I’m down on the grass level, outside, stalking. Somebody turned on us, he fired at me…only he was too far away, and they fell off my skin, he floats closer, and I take off running. I run and run and run until I’m high up inside another large building. He floats up and I push the encounter into close quarters, I tighten something on him/it. And he can’t get out of himself, he starts to expand, it looks agonizing…he is blowing up like a balloon, and the look on his face has turned from dumb placidity to mealy, gentle horror. My insides scream watching his torment, we both think he’s gone too far, it’s over the edge…I fumble and grasp for him…something clicks, and the pressure is released back outside again…he passes gently down into my arms and I carry him back to were we all sleep. I lay him down on a cot, and he looks peaceful. I hurt. Someone yells at me to get my clothes on, I yell back at them and wake up. 20 minutes to get to work.