A dream from which I woke up this morning

A mob of screaming Muslims is chasing a young man – 17 or 18. The Muslims intend to kill the young man. He is not the same religion or ethnic background as they are.

The young man manages to evade the mob, but not to completely escape. The Muslims continue searching, even as the young man runs down a nearby street.

At some point a young woman aids the young man. Then, the Muslims capture both of them. The young man and the young woman escape, but are recaptured.

And then, just as the mob pulls the pair to a place for killing, a rescuer arrives. He is the former king of Rumania and has left his throne in order to instruct the world of a new Islam.

Followers of the former king and followers of the mob leaders face each other in a wide green valley. The mob holds the slope as followers of the former king attack uphill.

I woke up.

As Priscilla says whenever a news person or politician says the United States is not at war with Islam, “They know they are at war with us.”