I had this dream last week, and it's stayed with me ever since. Tonight, while channel-flipping, I caught part of Monkeybone. (It could have been such a better film, but it does throw some amazing nightmare imagery around.)

So it went a little like this: There were anarchists, quite a few of them. Looking back, it seems like it should have been white supremecists, but I clearly remember it being anarchists. The place was some small, nameless border town. They were armed. At one point, a foreign woman and her children were trying to have a picnic by the river that formed the border between the town and "elsewhere". They were chased of with warning shots. I tried to intervene, that was when I was faced with a nine-foot-tall anarchist.

He was standing over me. I was near-paralyzed with fear. I was defending someone, but I can't remember whom. As is often the case in these sorts of dreams, I was slower and weaker than I usually am. I still don't know what that's supposed to mean— I mean, when I find myself needing to defend myself or others, and suddenly I can barely lift my arms, let alone throw a punch or even run away effectively. But there I am, running, fighting (ineffectually), and all the time trying to protect someone from the nine-foot-tall anarchist.

But I'll be damned if I know what it all meant. I'm certain that they were anarchists; it must have been something that was said, maybe it's just an overwhelming feeling. I also got the impression that they were part of a larger effort to dismantle the goverment. Almost like the weird militias and extreme-rightwing religious zealotry that used to be in the news a lot 5-10 years or so ago.

(For reference, this occurred before the actual fighting started in Iraq, for anyone looking at that possible connection.)