jeff stopped at a traffic light and pulled out his cell phone.he dialed the number to work and wondered to himself how far this was going to go.he had started having problems with his stomach that had all the earmarks of a baby ulcer.he had also started having trouble sleeping and kept having the same re-occurring nightmare.the theme was always the same.he would be walking through a battlefield.in the distance a mob of sick and dying people would be staggering towards him.in one hand he held the cure pill.in the other he held the poison.as the moaning , crying mob approached , he would reach for the cure pill and it would be gone.the poison would be the only thing remaining.as the mob collapsed on top of him he would wake up in a cold sweat.he did not believe in symbolism , but the meaning of this dream was smacking him in the face .