C'EST LA GUERRE (27)

— Qui prodest? Qui prodest? ... —

I repeat while I´m waking up. It does not was a nightmare rather a strange dream ..

I was dreaming that I was amid of a combat, dressed as Roman general or as an important member of Senatus PopulusQue Romanus giving orders  everyone at my reach in Latin language.

As I said, I was in my dream a senior officer, decorated several times by the emperor for to have won naval battles, having pacified Palestine (when it was full of Jewish Zealots) So much so that I had in adopting a son from the Jewish nobility, though I think he was from a bourgeois family.

I remember vaguely that during my dream, although it was at the time of Christ and although the Roman law, I had some vague references to the modern man that I am when I am awake. I thought sometimes that the soldiers should not talk about football (soccer) league before combats. At the naval battle, somehow, I needed two or three submarines that would have destroyed the formation of the enemy fleet. When I crucified Zealots, I had a vague idea of ​​firing squads to make everything faster. Even once, before bed, I asked my valet aspirin with a glass of water in Latin. I had some headache from inhaling the smoke of Greek fire during the battle, but much better "napalm" to do a good job. I thought.

This mindset could be summarized as that all seemed to me rude, primitive, Neanderthal. Neanderthal, eminently. This morning I awoke with the feeling of having traveled a large distance in time. Although distances are in space, not in time.

But stating that during the dream I won every battle, and in real life, too. (?)  I do not remember at all what war was in my dream. Possibly was called it imperialist already.