I've read David Drake's Other Times Than Peace collection since Saturday and I'll review it tomorrow after bookgroup.
But something very odd has been happening. I've been having a serial dream (night and naps) that intermingles a number of situations from the stories and things that happened in my life. I wish I could draw; I have some very specific pictures in my head.
The dream starts with a vast war on Earth. My mother volunteers to be on a suicide squad (she essentially committed suicide by breast cancer in real life) and wears a flying suit. I see her impacting and destroying a large enemy camp. My father charms his way into a gig where he's safe and doesn't have to work (he was always a charming bastard). I take care not only of my brother, but thousands of people hidden in a mountain (I took care of my brother in real life when my father allowed our new step-mother to kick us out of the house).
Events happened through the dream where I'm told that we can't leave the mountain, and we don't have enough food or water or medical care. But eventually, I find a secret way out, and there isn't a war anymore! I can see my father sitting drinking by a lake and there has been enough damage next to the mountain that there's a raging river going by, but lots of new housing and happy people.
I contact the person above the person above me and find out that he thought we were all out and had been taken care of, but the person between us scammed all the money. We were able to recover most of the money and got folks out to good housing and what they need.
I was flown by a helicopter around the area to decide what to do next, but I also talked to a lot of people and I decide that we will have another war soon enough and last night, I dreamed that I started working on tools that would stop war without damage. In real life, my last job was on the Tomahawk cruise missiles, which, at the time, were MAD and not expected to be used.
It's been very weird and I wonder what I'll dream about tonight.