I woke up this morning from a dream that left a musical version of the words "Oh Goddam" running through my head. These were the last words of the dream character.
The dream character was a sergeant in the army, and he was trying to get two privates to shape up. He examined their uniforms from top to bottom and was never impressed. He even found problems with their eyes after close examination. He peered into the eyes of each soldier, and then dusted them with something irritating.
At that moment their base was invaded by enemy soldiers, and the two privates fled, leaving the sergeant alone in the barracks. He fled into the head and hid behind a commode. Two female Japanese soldiers walked in and murmured to each other, until they noticed the sergeant hiding. They began talking animatedly in that incomprehensible gibberish they use for speech, and then they ran out. After a few minutes a large, imposing female soldier entered and forced the sergeant out of his hiding place.
She examined him up and down and found him lacking, as he had with the two privates. She looked closely into his eyes. She said in English, "They would make good golden ornaments. Lets shine them up." She sprayed something in his eyes that caused horrible burning pain, and then produced a cloth and began rubbing them violently. Then she produced a gun and said, "Well, lets have them."
At that moment, the two privates walked in, dressed in their soldier finery. They didn't seem to be prisoners, and they watched as the sergeant struggled with the big female Japanese commander. She was trying to point the gun right between his eyes and he was grappling furiously with her. The gun went off once, barely missing the sergeants head, and at that moment he began singing those words, over and over. Then the gun centered on his forehead and went off. The dream went black and I could hear the fading sounds of the gunshot and a toppling body.
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