June 19, 2020

Oddly military dreams. I was in a squadron of three among other squadrons of three, who manned a sort of tiny airplane which fired on the enemy from above. The fights were exhilarating, but we spent most of the time finding and fixing a certain part of the apparatus which seemed to be faulty. Many quarrels about who was to be in which part of the plane. I forget now which parts were choice and why. One squadron was blue and the other red, and I was proud to be in the blue.