War Dreams.

Last night in dream-land there was a giant war being waged against and unknown enemy, but Duncan rushed into the room I was standing in, fell over and was bleeding. His hair was shaved pretty short, but a big chunk of hair on the top of his head was burned off. He was in charge of something really important too, although I didn't know the specifics. I'm blaming One Hundred Years of Solitude for my war dream.