China Dreaming

this dream was a big motif throughout my australia trip. this was from a few nights after the dream on the train.

Chinese watchtowers are rapidly sending smoke signals with fires from the tops of the walls. Rafflesians are all around dressed in evocative Chinese armour with bright red streamers waving from the top of their helmets. We're all fighting for the one noble cause - Chinese independence. Sword in hand im fighting with all the rage of the universe but around me comrade dudes are falling like paper mache figures. These are people like Sherman (!) and loads of faces from the O-Team. Finally the battle is over and we've won the war! The victory parade is at the spex gal where the Chinese populace wish to idolise us. But i have no wish to go, not when so many of the comrades-in-arms are dead. So i cry the cry of a thousand widows, echoing on and on in the halls of history.

So what was that about? Maybe I'm not afraid of dying anymore!