(May 30, 1977)"Armageddon" didn't appear in the dream, but it was. USSR troops, and the troops of Israel, USA, and Arabia on four sides of a desert area, with a looming mountain beyond. I was in a tin shack in the middle with bullets everywhere. A man I know who has a bookstore said he would go outside and declare us neutral territory and that would save us. "Stupid," I said. Then he ran off with a bag of white sand making a circle to save us. A young woman in a dress stood beside me--I had met her two nights earlier at a party--German and Armenian mixture--and she said we could get away at night. "We won't live that long." Now or never. As we debated, an anti-tank gun just in front of us started shooting at a tank going up the mountain. The tank drivers were perfect, with a zigzag and the gunners almost as good, trying to hit the tread and hitting just above it. Up and down four times and still going up when the dream ended.