"The Captain"

The dream this morning has me at the U.S. Immigration office with my wife, Hakima. We have been waiting to get her green card interview for months. She is a legal immigrant from Algeria and the long delay has caused us much anxiety. Immigration is interviewing my wife alone separately from me. The interviewer, however, is not a immigration agent, but an African American man who is dressed as a U.S. Army Captain. He is supposedly here working with Homeland Security. He is not who he represents himself to be. This man is an imposter and a triple agent! He works for a secret government agency, but he is in fact, an Islamic radical, and his loyalties actually belong an Islamic terrorist organization and not to America or the agency he works for.

I am a very psychic and intuitive person. I can read people and know when they are frauds, liars and plain dangerous. The man is looking for recruits for his jihadi agenda. My wife is a Christian. She could be a target for him and his allies as a result of this interview. My wife runs out of the room after the interview. We are not waiting to see the results of this process. We run from the building out into the parking lot. Two U.S. sailors march past us. "The Captain" is walking toward his car and his head snaps right towards us as he gives us a menacing glare. He knows, that we know, who and what he really is and he is seething in hatred.

I find myself analysing his uniform. He is a tall skinny man and the uniform is at least one size too large. He has done a poor job at disguising himself. There are inconsistencies in the wear and appearance of his uniform, that to anyone who has served, would have recognized right away.

Hakima and I hasten to get as far away from him and this place as quickly as possible. We have come here on a shiny new chrome Harley Davidson motorcycle. We hop on it, I fire it up and we speed away as quickly as possible, and do not look back. This is when I wake up from the dream and give my wife a huge hug.

I believe our government has been infiltrated by Islamic radicals at every level. This is how they were able to wipe out the SEAL team that killed Osama Bin Ladin. I am absolutely convinced men like "The Captain" do exist.

Last night, I saw a man race loudly down a busy city street on a Harley. This is could be another case of a dramatic image being firmly implanted into my unconscious. This dream is a combination of my hopes and fears with that image both real and imagined.  

As a symbol, the Harley, is the quintessential symbol of freedom and all things American. No surprise it is prominent in this dream. I am a very patriotic man who loves his country and his wife with equal passion.

My wife has been terrorized by Muslim radicals since we got married. She loves America and it's freedoms too. I am very protective of her and worry for her safety. The dream is a reminder to be vigilant. My radical radar is turned on and working both at the conscious and unconscious level. It is taking in information 24/7.

My situational awareness is in constant surveillance mode. I cannot relax even if I tried to. This is the result of too many years of  being a soldier. Wish I could relax and let my guard down for a little while and be safe with my wife and relax. You would think America would be the safest place to do so. The recent terrorist shooting in Chattanooga, Tennessee suggests no where is safe any more. If we can't be safe here where can we be safe? The thought distresses me. Perhaps now is a time to buy a good new Harley and go look for such a place?