From 5/5/2002:

I was waging a war against a greater enemy. We were in a room with lots of folders. I was barking orders to a group of people. I said "I need (this many) people as spotters, shooters, loaders and runners." I instructed a fighter on what to load up and what not to. I told him we mainly wanted weapons, ammo and propaganda materials. We had to regrettably leave behind the personal correspondences. I wasn't getting as many people as I needed but we still got to work.

We were something like rebels and our enemies were the empire (though nothing resembled Star Wars).

Woke up humming Tori Amos' Past the Mission.