Hammer War  My former coworkers Amy Rancher and Jenny, and a sibling of theirs (they seem to be sisters) are flying back to Hawaii, which may be where they're from. Their father is going too, but he isn't present. It's early morning in the winter, and is dark out, about 2:00 or 3:00am. I drive in my mom's car with Amy and their siblings as if we are getting ready to go to the airport. I drive by the Baseball Pub and then go home. Jenny is not out of bed. She is at a different house than mine. I was supposed to get her but she wasn't awake. They're not leaving yet: not flying out for a day or two. Their father is not with us. I'm at home talking to my mom about arrangements for getting them to the airport. I say to her that I should go and get Jenny, who seems to be in an apartment over by Smith School. This is so she is with us in case they need to leave for Hawaii in a hurry. My mom agrees. I suggest that they all stay at our house tonight, and she again agrees. My motive, which undermines these suggestions, is to have a sexual encounter with Amy. I think Jenny and the siblings can sleep in the living room, head to toe in a square shape, but I want Amy to sleep in my room. She stayed in my room the night before. Their father is there. He has a white and gray beard that is neatly trimmed. He is about 5'8", and is a sturdy man. Someone is giving dance lessons. This man, my mom, and a small boy are dancing in the kitchen at home. I'm in my Religions In America class. Amy and Jenny are in the class, and are black. The teacher doesn't like them talking, and she reprimands them. Class gets out early. I stay after to talk with the teacher: I am unhappy with her. She is having her photograph taken posing with some items. My friends Fran Susse and Anna Woods are there. It may be the spring semester of 1998, after I have gotten back from my study abroad and Fran is back from her semester off. They ask for my phone number. I give it to them, and say it's the only one they'll ever need. I realize how pretentious that sounds, even though I was just joking.  I'm canoeing with a person in the Big Resort Area. The person may be Ken Blast, my schoolmate at Brimson. He has never been here before. We're on Eagle Lake, but it seems to be a different lake that is more open. We're supposed to meet others, but it is not clear where they will meet us. They are coming later. We come to an area with a brick wall surrounding a swimming pool. I say to him that this isn't what the Big Resort Area is like.  I'm in a garage. I see my friend Kevin Simpson's canoe overhead in the rafters with the paddles stuck in between the seats and cross bars. I think of calling Fishing Haven and asking them to call the place where the others are, to tell them where to meet us. It's Friday the 13th. I'm at some sort of a camp or cabin area with others. Army soldiers come to protect us from bugs. When I first see the soldiers I chuckle: they are here to protect us by killing bugs! We are in a vacation area where there are many couples. Amy and Jenny are there. I know people are going to be killed because it's Friday the 13th. Someone will be killing people one by one, like in the movie. I hope Amy is the last person alive so we can have a sexual encounter. She might be the first person killed. A boy gets killed or mauled from a lawn mower. I'm in shallow water on a beach that is at a considerable incline. It's dark out. Soldiers are near the top of the beach shining lights down towards me. My classmate Eric Dole is among them. I evade their lights. It is then light outside. There is a sign language interpreter there, a group leader, the soldiers, and myself. They all see me. There is some sort of interaction, specifically involving the signer. There is an older man and woman. Something happens with some sort of collar or synthetic strip that may have Velcro. The strip is on the side of a tree, and when it is closed to form a circle like a bracelet some sort of poison is released. By pressing or having this collar-like strip against their neck, the old man and woman die: they're poisoned. The woman's face turns blue, orange, and brown. A boy has a dream of who will be killed next: the third person. The dream predicts that the boy's mother will be killed. His mother stifles the expression of that dream. A large group of soldiers shoot automatic rifles at her. I see a small white figure, which is the mother, and many black dots around her, which are the bullets. One bullet hits her right in the center of the chest. The people retaliate against the killing, and there is a war with the soldiers. I am with the people that are retaliating. One of us throws two red grenade-like objects at the soldiers. An Asian man in a purple suit picks up one grenade and throws it into the water. The second grenade is going to explode, so I take cover from the flames that I know will soon be around my by stepping into a shed. I know the shed will catch fire, and I can go out of it later: I just need to be away from the initial blast. There are a lot of hammers hanging inside the shed. Some of them have nail removers and others have ball heads. I grab them and give my friend Bill Hanson, my mom, and others hammers to fight with. We battle the soldiers. Our opponents also have hammers. I duel with a man: we lock hammers and spar. I hit him repeatedly in the head with a hammer. I think where the most effective place to hit him would be: frontal lobe, parietal lobe, occipital lobe, etc. I hit him 15 or 20 times. I feel that he must be in extreme pain. I can't imagine how painful it would be to have your head beat in with a hammer. This man has light colored short hair. Bill fixes the screen and takes the gray plastic tubing off. We laugh: what an odd thing to do in a time of war! At some point I'm taking off the magnetic disk on my compact disc changer while Amy and Jenny look on.