Forests of dreams

Alone in a misty, rain filled forest a lone gunner stands at the ready as he has done for sixty-five years, awaiting the invasion of the gaijin forces. Modern warfare II Call of Duty cannot substitute for the touch of cold, hardened steel and the smell of the jungle, the cloak of wet air and the heavy humid haze. A sense of ominous foreboding and doom fills the storm darkened air.

The serapein on the left was scared, in tears, terrified of the forest, of the guns, and the silence that permeates a foggy ridge top. For the warrior this forest is his dream land, his playground. For the princess, this is only a place of nightmares.

At the bus stop waiting for the bus that not only never comes, but does not exist. If you build a bus stop, that does not mean the buses will come. Dreams live in the forests and fields, not the city.