I fell asleep with these thoughts playing on my mind. When a soldier’s hand reached out and opened the door I felt like I was still dreaming. But when he asked me to get out with the others I thought I must be in a different kind of dream, a dream that was reality. At the time I understood the difference between the two dreams, but now I don’t remember, or at least I don’t understand anymore. The soldier, along with four others, searched every inch of the car. I waited for him to take me somewhere hidden from sight but he motioned for us to get back in. I was sure now that the dream had ended.
This second search somehow made the first more real, and back on the road our conversation turned to the r***s. As I listened to the women recount their experiences and discuss those of other women
