On the streets of Baghdad

I was walking down a street in Baghdad. It wasn't a well traveled street, it actually didn't look like more than an alley. It was dusty and had that feeling of concrete and bricks that you get when you visit a third world country. Everything seems sturdy enough but for some reason it's all starting to fall apart. I was attending a trade show and I found my way to the convention center. Inside, I met up with a few of the people that I was traveling with but they were standoffish, they didn't want to hang around with me because they were looking to "hook up" So my three female co workers(2 from my current job and 1 from about 5 years ago) ignored me and walked off. I was a bit upset and decided to go get a drink at one of the local watering holes. The bar was dark and decorated with red velvet wallpaper and worn leatherette barstools, I sipped on my scotch/rocks. I struck up a conversation with the pretty girl next to me.. she was the assistant to the Ethiopian ambassador to Iraq. She told me that he was having some difficulty (I don't remember what it was) and that she would appreciate it if I could help out. We finished our drinks and went out into the street where all of a sudden three men,armed with machine guns stood in front of us demanding money and jewelry. I looked to my left and saw another man pull out a pistol and put it up to one of the robbers forehead and he pulled the trigger. BAM! .. one of the men with the machine guns collapsed to the floor... the other two were stunned and I tackled them, jumping into the air sideways(I was flying). knocking them both to the ground. The dust from the collision rose from the dirty street and the guy with the pistol picked up the machine guns and left. I was lying there face to face with the man with a hole in his forehead.. .blood slowly oozing out, his eyes wide open... staring out into nothing.

and then.. I woke up....

I have the strangest dreams.