Night of Mars

[boccaderlupo]

I dreamed we were sending troops over to Ukraine in a dramatic escalation of the war there, and they had drafted all the young men of the country. We were at one of my son's soccer games, and officials were literally coming on to the pitch and escorting boys as young as 11 or 12 years old off to waiting Army transport vehicles. I remember the expression on our keeper's face, quizzical, as they tried to explain to him what was going on and why he had to go.

Not good.