I dreamt last night that I was back in that world, cold, it feels funny, it smells like burning, that day that was before. I was summoned to a meeting, a meeting of the world. I was late for the world. Upon arrival I was surrounded by people wearing pseudo-military outfits. Soldiers, policemen, boy scouts, the lot. An uproar had begun. It was wished that America no longer be seperated in church and state. My parents yelled for me to tell them to drop the flag, drop the Holy Bible. I tried but my voice was caught in my throat. I watered it and it was still caught. Jah come down upon the group and settled by the flag, proclaiming it in His name. He commanded us to bow down and so did all, all except for myself. I stood back and raised both middle fingers to Jah and to the flag. I looked and saw my mother and father bowing down with the rest. I looked again and saw my friends staring open mouted at my salute. I tried to yell, but my voice was caught in my throat. I ran outside and was awoken by bells.